S: Lindsey's Poetry Portfolio
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FC: Lindsey's Poetry Portfolio
1: Table Of Contents Page 2,3,&4.......Poetry Terms Page5.......Ode to Summer Page 6&7.......Abbey and her prom night troubles Page 8,9,10&11...........Birches Page 12&13........TPCASTT
2: Haiku A Japanese poem composed of three unrhymed lines of five, seven, and five syllables. Haiku often reflect on some aspect of nature. I walk my doggy, On the sand at the seaside, When it's not summer.
3: Limerick A light, humorous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. There was an Old Lady of Chertsey, Who made a remarkable curtsey; She twirled round and round, Till she sunk underground, Which distressed all the people of Chertsey
4: Oxymoron a phrase in which two words of contradictory meaning are used together for special effect Crash landing, pretty ugly, freezer burn, act naturally, seriously funny, taped live and many more!
5: Ode to Summer Summer you're so sweet I wait for you all winter. I love to spend my days outside At the pool or on the sunny beach. In the water or getting a tan, You're the best season a girl could want. Summer you're the best You beat all the rest. Wish you were here To lighten my cold and rainy days. I miss you summer, come and visit for a while.
6: Abbey and her Prom night troubles Abbey skimmed her perfectly manicured nails along her most cherished nail polish colors. She picked a brillaint gold color and started painting her nails. Seeming satisfyed she blew on nails and looked at her beautiful prom dress. Stroking her cat,Cherry,she felt hungry. Abbey set Cherry down on her bed and carfully placed her prom dress on her bed. Running down stairs to get some dinner she heard a loud RRRIIIPPPP! Sprinting back up the stairs, her mother right behind her she
7: screamed. Looking at her ruined dress and red silk in Cherrys mouth. | Mortifed, Abbey started crying. Her mom trying to comfert her, and uttering out calming words. Abbey's mom got up and left the room and rummeged around in her closet. Abbey's mother came back with a big box. Abbey still sobbing opens the box and immeditly stops crying. Her mom held up a gold dress. Abbey slipped on the dress and twirled around. Looking at the time Abbey thanked her mother with kisses & hugs.
8: Birches Robert Frost WHEN I see birches bend to left and right Across the line of straighter darker trees, I like to think some boy's been swinging them. But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay. Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them 5 Loaded with ice a sunny winter morning After a rain. They click upon themselves As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel. Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells 10 Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust— Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen. They are dragged to the withered bracken by the load, And they seem not to break; though once they are bowed 15 So low for long, they never right themselves: You may see their trunks arching in the woods Years afterwards, trailing their leaves on the ground Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair Before them over their heads to dry in the sun. 20
9: But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm (Now am I free to be poetical?) I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows— 25 Some boy too far from town to learn baseball, Whose only play was what he found himself, Summer or winter, and could play alone. One by one he subdued his father's trees By riding them down over and over again 30 Until he took the stiffness out of them, And not one but hung limp, not one was left For him to conquer. He learned all there was To learn about not launching out too soon And so not carrying the tree away 35 Clear to the ground. He always kept his poise To the top branches, climbing carefully With the same pains you use to fill a cup Up to the brim, and even above the brim. Then he flung outward, feet first, with a swish, 40 Kicking his way down through the air to the ground.
10: So was I once myself a swinger of birches; And so I dream of going back to be. It's when I'm weary of considerations, And life is too much like a pathless wood 45 Where your face burns and tickles with the cobwebs Broken across it, and one eye is weeping From a twig's having lashed across it open. I'd like to get away from earth awhile And then come back to it and begin over. 50 May no fate wilfully misunderstand me And half grant what I wish and snatch me away Not to return. Earth's the right place for love: I don't know where it's likely to go better. I'd like to go by climbing a birch tree, 55 And climb black branches up a snow-white trunk Toward heaven, till the tree could bear no more, But dipped its top and set me down again. That would be good both going and coming back. One could do worse than be a swinger of birches. 60
12: T- trees T- trees P- setting-outside Speaker-adult Conflict-growing up C-Personification line9 enamel is hard coating on teeth. Metaphor-line19- birches bent over like girls Sometimes uses peroids, but not always. line 23-I don't know what that means Last line- someone could do something than bending trees?? Beter to be a child than adult
13: A- sad about growing up S-first 40 lines looking back last 20- looking at boys now. Title-growing up and how adults want to be a kid again. Theme-growing up and looking back