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  • My Poetry Journey

    By Sophia Hsieh 7

    1Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Dedication

    2

    First of all, thanks for all the people who supported me in English class. I really need to thank my English teacher -

    Mr. Bruce who always give me some cool words and ideas helping me while Im running out of ideas. I wont be able

    to finish my journey without my English teacher. I also have to give a massive thank you to my lovely parents and

    classmates who always stand by my side helping me. Also a special thanks to a boy band I love called One Direction and an awesome writer Carlos Ruiz Zafon, they inspired a lot to

    write this journey. At the last, a really massive thanks for you, the one who's reading this. Thank you all the people

    above and hope you enjoy reading my poetry journey.

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Table of Contents

    3

    Page 1: TopicPage 2: DedicationPage 3: ContentsPage 4: Feeling of poetry Page 5 Poetry The tigerPage 6: Reection of The tigerPage 7: Poem writing CarrotsPage 8: Poem writing- So much depends uponPage 9: Poetry Stopping by woods on snowy evening

    Page 10: Reection of Stopping by woods on snowy eveningPage 11: Picture description of Stopping by woods on snowy eveningPage 12: Poetry Dog

    Page 13: Picture description of DogPage 14: Poem writing The supermanPage 15: Poem writing Love that novelPage 16: Words for street music makingPage 17: Poetry Street MusicPage 18: Reection of Love that dogPage 19: Reection of Love that dogPage 20: Poem writing My turtlePage 21: Haiku Making 1Page 22: Haiku Making 2Page 23: Haiku Making 3Page 24: Limerick Making

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • My feelings about poetryPoetry is hard for me

    Poetry can also be sing as a song

    Poetry is one of a powerful way to show emotion

    Poetry is hard because therere lots of word that Ive never heard of

    Ive been doing poetry unit in my old school, and I failed my english last year

    4Friday, May 4, 2012

  • By William Blake1757 - 1827

    THE TIGERTIGER, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,

    What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?

    In what distant deeps or skiesBurnt the fire of thine eyes?

    On what wings dare he aspire?What the hand dare seize the fire?

    And what shoulder and what artCould twist the sinews of thy heart?And when thy heart began to beat,

    What dread hand and what dread feet?

    What the hammer? what the chain?In what furnace was thy brain?

    What the anvil? What dread graspDare its deadly terrors clasp?

    When the stars threw down their spears,And water'd heaven with their tears,

    Did He smile His work to see?Did He who made the lamb make thee?

    Tiger, tiger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,

    What immortal hand or eyeDare frame thy fearful symmetry?

    5Friday, May 4, 2012

  • THE TIGERAfter reading the poem , I cant understand most of the words that the author use and choose. After the teacher explain what the poem means, I found out that this author is so amazing, therere lots of rhymes and the end matches the start. Those words are so powerful, that makes people could easy picture the tiger just by reading this poem.

    6Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Carrotscarrots, carrots youre so rare

    orange, long, with cool green hair

    what thing on earth is better?

    there is definitely no other

    7Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Depends Uponso much depends

    upon

    a young poor

    beggar

    with tears dropping

    down

    standing front of

    fire

    so much depends

    upon

    a dark silence

    library

    with souls of

    writers

    buried by ages,

    times

    so much depends

    upon

    a smiling white

    angel

    in a red

    dress

    staring u in

    dark

    8Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening ~by Robert Frost 1923

    Whose woods these are I think I know.His house is in the village though;He will not see me stopping here

    To watch his woods fill up with snow.

    My little horse must think it queerTo stop without a farmhouse near

    Between the woods and frozen lakeThe darkest evening of the year.

    He gives his harness bells a shakeTo ask if there is some mistake.

    The only other sound's the sweepOf easy wind and downy flake.

    The woods are lovely, dark and deep.But I have promises to keep,

    And miles to go before I sleep,And miles to go before I sleep.

    9Friday, May 4, 2012

  • How to I think about the poem~ Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening

    I think its a person walked for a long time, and is

    stopping by some woods on a snowy winter day.

    The person might fall in love of the silence of the

    wood.Thinking of staying longer. Th person must

    love the wood very much because the person

    premised to keep it. Thinking of resting, the

    person still has to travel a long distance.

    10Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Picture Description

    I chose this picture first of all because its snowy. A thing that I like in this picture is the wood just makes me feel comfortable and just like the person in the poems feeling about the wood. Silence, lovely, dark and deep. In the poem, the author mentioned a frozen lake, in this picture theres also a river under the bridge. In this picture its pretty dark as the author said the darkest evening of the year but its all fill with snow so it may look lighter than it should be. When I first saw this picture just like the person in the poem feel in love with this wood.

    11Friday, May 4, 2012

  • DogUnder a maple treeThe dog lies down,

    Lolls his limpTongue, yawns,

    Rests his long chinCarefully between

    Front paws,Looks up, alert;

    Chops, with heavyJaws, at a slow fly,

    Blinks, rollsOn his side,

    Sighs, closesHis eyes: sleeps

    All afternoonIn his loose skin.

    12Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Picture Description

    I chose this picture first of all because this dog just looks lazy and sleepy. And its action just like how the poem describe it. The thing that I like the most in this picture is its loos skin and its lazy face.

    13Friday, May 4, 2012

  • My poem- The superman

    14

    Superman in the sky

    Arms ,straight

    Flying there up high

    His name was Louis

    He gave me a carrot cookie

    Orange, yummy

    He gave me a look

    Winks, smiles

    And then he bumped into a tree

    In this sunny afternoon

    In his superman suitFriday, May 4, 2012

  • Love that novelI love that novel,

    like an angel loves to smile

    I said I love that novel

    like angel loves to smile

    Love to open it in the midnight

    love to whisper to it

    Lets read, awhile!

    15Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Street Music1. ROOOMMMMM2. BRUUUUMMMM3. BEEEEEEEEEEEE4. BIIII5. SHEWWSHHHH6. DING DING7. BBOOOOOOMM8. ZOOOOMMM 9. Dry road10. Fast cars11. Traffic lights12. Rolling wheels13. Stop the traffic, let them through14. Slow cars15. Bicycle16. Motorcycle17. Big trucks

    18. Big Red Bus19. Bid noises20. Dry banana21. Hooon long long22. BEEP BEEP BEEP23. BLAAAA BLAAAA24. Big music in the trucks25. Slowing down26. Dusty27. Hurry28. Windy29. Sunny30. Hot31. Sand, mud, rock, noise32. tick tick tick

    16Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Street MusicA hot sunny dusty day

    On a dusty muddy street Buuuumm With hundreds and thousands of moving machinesCars, trucks, motorcycles and bicycles Ding Ding

    Slow, fast, angry and hurryI said it was a hot sunny dusty dayOn a dirty sandy street babaaaaa

    With hundreds and thousands of moving machinesZoom zoom one said

    Bii biiii biii other saidHon Long Long the big red bus said

    And a dry banana lying in the middle of the street SHWISHHH I said it was a hot sunny dusty dayOn a noisy crazy street Bruuum

    With a girl searching for the one and the only, youA police stood there like a statue

    The girl just wanted to whoopCant they just stop the traffic and that me through?

    17

    8 ONOMATOPOEIAS

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • What impact did it have on you whilst?

    18

    I really like this book because it change the feeling that I felt about poetry. And when I read this book I felt like going to the pass, because this book is written in a way like a little kid, its not hard to understand and it just make me sad when I heard about his dog, its easy to read and also really deep to my heart.

    When did it begin to get your attention?

    It started to get my attention when I read his first poem. Its so short and so it get my attention. If it a long long and hard poem itll probably lose my interest. And its easy to understand, and its all different from the poems that I read before.

    Love That Dog

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • 19

    How did you feel about the main character?I really like his poems, its short and clear but deep. Short poems usually get my attentions. I feel sad about his dog because I also have a dog.

    How effective was the layout of the book?I think its a really fun way to put poems like that. Mostly the poems that I read in books their layout were all in a boring way and same way. Its very attractive.

    Was it good idea to read sections of the book after being exposed to the poems?

    Yes, I think its a good idea because he said he doesnt understand those poems that we just read in class, and I totally agree.

    How did that strategy help you in getting interested in the book?

    It helps me to understand what the book is talking about. And its interesting to hear the opinion that the others think about the poem.

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • 20

    It was a sunny dayI put my turtleUnder the sun on the BalconyInstead of Keeping him under The air conWho know How smart he isJust for the time I left him alone to get Some waterHe climbed out of the Box Stand on the top of the StoneI hope he knows We live on the Fourth floorAnd theres a Dog down thereAnd I also hope he knowsHow much I Love him

    But who knowsHe will jump down FromThereAnd who knowsHe almost deadBut thenMy dogHarryFound a new toyThe next thingI didAfter I came backWasRacing down stairTo find himIt was a sunny dayIt also was the dayI lost my turtleItDisappearedOn that dayAnd never come backEver

    My turtle

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Haiku

    21

    big orange pumpkinshiny under the sun shine

    waiting to be cut

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  • 22

    sunny, lovely day

    standing beside a great view

    thinking of the ash

    Haiku

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  • 23

    last sun rise of tripwe still not ready to leave

    this marvelous dream

    Haiku

    Friday, May 4, 2012

  • Limerick

    24

    There was a boy sitting in the bar

    Planning one day to be a rock star

    He ordered pink milk

    And then he started to bilk

    Running on the road and hit by a car

    Once upon the time there was a bullfrog

    Trying to jump into the scary fog

    It wanted to be free

    It met the dog of chloe

    Then its been swallowed by the bad dog

    Poor Sophie sat quietly blinking

    These poems have got me to thinking

    I cant find a word

    That isnt absurd

    My tries at poems are stinking ~ By Mr. Bruce

    Friday, May 4, 2012