Last week, you shared a poem by your poet aloud in class. This week, your task is to write a poem in your poet's style. You could "imitate" any or all of the following aspects of your poet's style:
- Simply write about a similar subject. If your poet liked to write about trees or growing up or guns, then you should write about the same thing.
- Steal a line from your poet and create an original poem that uses that line.
- Use the same rhyme scheme that your poet uses.
- Use a similar style of capitalization, punctuation, or line breaks.
At the end of your poem, you should explain how it reflects your poet. Good luck!
We real cool. We
ReplyDeleteskip school. We
smoke drug. We
real tough. We
act bad. We
think mad. We
vandalize. We
evil guys.
This is my version of Gwendolyn Brooks poem "We Real Cool".
-Forest
Ravens are above
ReplyDeleteme they are circling me
they are really black
GuSsSs
GO C. McCORMACK
There once was a boy called coby tovert he was a hine fentlemen.He would go to soring bchool and then he would go home and vlay pideo games.Be fore he would go to bed he would drink cilk and eat moockies.that is the otory sf coby tovert.
ReplyDeleteFRom toby the COol :P
IM chilling IN my SWimin POol
The whole idea of it makes me feel like I'm coming down with something
ReplyDeleteI wish I could be small again, to eat whatever I wished
To eat slot of calories, endless piles of sugar
To fill my gut with everything, apple pie to zebra cakes
To have a perfect weight
While eating anything at all
Guzzling cans of whipped cream, quarts, and quarts of ice cream
Oh to have an abyss for a stomach,
I miss that very much.
© Jack Bickers INC. 2012
Beat! beat! Drums! -- blow! bugles! blow!
ReplyDeleteDo not sleep when a brutal war is happening
Do not worship in the church
Do not learn in the school
Do not sleep at night
or farm in peace
My interpretation of Beat! Beat! Drums!
(In modern English)
Darren
Rock Chalk Jayhawk
Branches in the moonlight, swiftly swaying with ice dust. Serenely
ReplyDeletecalm, leaves in a pouch of love together waiting, but not finding. Deer, ears alert and ready for the prey to come like a lifeline of generations. And a house with ivy on the sides, climbing like it's desperate to get to skyline. This is home for the person called me.
(Robert Frost) James
Branches in the moonlight, swiftly swaying with ice dust. Serenely
ReplyDeletecalm, leaves in a pouch of love together waiting, but not finding. Deer, ears alert and ready for the prey to come like a lifeline of generations. And a house with ivy on the sides, climbing like it's desperate to get to skyline. This is home for the person called me.
(Robert Frost) James
Dogs casing cats.
ReplyDeleteCats with funny hats.
Cats with baseball bats.
Cats with rats.
Cats with bats.
Cats go splat.
Cats with plats.
where are the cats going?
The cats are going to win the race to the yarn ball.
Inspired by the book "Go, Dog. Go!"
ReplyDeleteBY: Dr.Seuss
His old dry lips on the mouth of the trumpet.
ReplyDeleteHe made that old trumpet wail.
Oh blues!
Keeping time with his ragged shoe.
He played that old trumpet like I'v never heard it played.
Sweet blues!
Coming from that old man's soul.
Oh blues.
Sycamore inspired by the Langston Houghes poem "Oh Blues"
ReplyDeleteI hate to go to school,
ReplyDeleteSchool isn't cool,
classwork isn't that bad
but homework makes me mad
In english we learn about shun
meanwhile i desperately try to get my homework done
i am at school all day
instead of going out to play