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FC: My Amazingly Awesome Poetry Portfolio By: Conor H.

1: Table of Contents Poetry Terms....................Pg. 1-2 Poem...........................................Pg 3-5 Poetry Analysis..............Pg 6-8 Narrative..............................Pg 9-11 Ode................................................Pg 12

2: Poetry Terms | Alexandrine : A line of poetry that has 12 syllables. Conor eats the yummy, delicious dolphin meat. 12 | Pastoral : A poem that depicts rural life in a peaceful, idealized way.

3: The Passionate Shepherd to His Love by Christopher Marlowe Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods or steepy mountain yields. And we will sit upon the rocks, Seeing the shepherds feed their flocks, By shallow rivers to whose falls Melodious birds sing madrigals. And I will make thee beds of roses And a thousand fragrant posies, A cap of flowers, and a kirtle Embroidered all with leaves of myrtle; A gown made of the finest wool Which from our pretty lambs we pull; Fair lined slippers for the cold, With buckles of the purest gold; A belt of straw and ivy buds, With coral clasps and amber studs: And if these pleasures may thee move, Come live with me and be my love. The shepherds' swains shall dance and sing For thy delight each May morning: If these delights thy mind may move, Then live with me and be my love.

4: Stanza : Two or more lines of poetry that together form one of the divisions of a poem. The stanzas of a poem are usually of the same length and follow the same pattern of meter and rhyme.

5: Prepare yourself for some awesome poem analyzing and amazing poem writing ability!!

6: “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 But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm

7: (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. 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

8: 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

9: T: The title is the name of a tree with sort of a papery bark. It may show that something is weak on the outside but strong on the inside. P: This poem is about how birches are bent by the boys who swing on them. It is also about how the speaker hopes that the birches were bent when they were bringing a boy enjoyment instead of it being beant by an ice storm, in which no one got enjoyment out of it. C: The meaning of this poem is perhaps that if something is to die or get ruined, it should have that happen to it for a good cause. In the poem, the speaker hopes that the birches were bent by boys who had nothing else for entertainment instead of just getting bent by the winter. In lines 4 and 5, it seems that the speaker is skeptical because he says that swinging does not bend the branches. He wants all people to realize that the right way to live is to live freely and not be weighed down by the stress of life. This is shown by his love of boys who almost leave the world's troubles behind them. An example of imagery is when the birches are described as girls drying their hair showing how graceful they are. This also shows a life and how the speaker would like to leave and come to Earth through a

10: birch tree. I believe that the birch tree is symbolic of a sort of stairway to heaven in which everybody and everything is good. The last line means that there are many worse things to be than carefree and to be someone who lives a full life. This is actually a very good way to live and a way in which everybody should live. A: The attitude of this poem is solemn, hopeful, and rejoicful. The speaker hopes that there are still boys who swing on the birch trees in the beginning of the poem. He then becomes solemn because boys swinging on birch trees does not bend the branches. But he overcomes that and realizes and rejoices that there are still birch swingers around. S: The shift comes around where it says, " So was I once myself a swinger of birches;" Here it switches from the speaker looking outside at birch trees and thinking of other children swinging on them to thinking about when he was a swinger of birches. After this, the poem becomes rejoicful and glad. T: After reading the poem, I realize that birches alleviate the pains of the world from a person. The title could mean a place where no one can be sad and where there are no

11: troubles. T: The theme of this poem is that a good way to live a life is to not let the stress of the real world get to you all the time and every one in a while, you should just relax and have fun.

12: THE TALE OF THE GREAT ONE There was a creature in the great Doran forest Or so the children say. Some say it feeds at night Others say it feeds at day. The children used to cower When a ball was thrown into the forest The children would make it a game to see who would go in None came out. This went on until the coming of the Great One No one knows his name He came one night as if a god with a man just as great as he. They went to the tavern of Benane. There they heard the rumors Moving through the town Coming from up and from down They heard of a job The reward was lots They decided to take up the offer. The task was no simple one Of this all were sure For the task was none other Than to vanquish the creature for sure They took up their swords

13: Of blue tinted steel Hand crafted by The blacksmith McNeil. They donned their armor Their shields too And set off to kill The creature of the forest. It took days It took nights But after a month They caught their first sight The creature was not canine Feline nor reptile But a toad of tremendous size With black spots and big bulging eyes. The Saviors tried to attack it But much to their surprise They could move nothing except their eyes. he Saviors waited for the toad's spell to stop So that they could finally slice off its top The Saviors fought as hard as they could And broke the spell that had bound them They charged at the toad and with no difficulty

14: They were able to vanquish all the town had to worry The town was skeptical Until they saw the spectacle Of the Saviors with the head of the creature And so ends the story of the Great One He went down in history And today when someone new comes in They hear the story of the Great One and me.

15: Ode to the Thunderstrom Ode to the thunderstorm Ode to the lightning that lights up the sky Giving us sight in the black of darkness. Ode to the thunder For delivering a shock Scaring the dogs and cats roaming in the streets. Ode to the rain That gives life to the plants Creating the puddles in which children play. Ode to the thunderstorm The might of the night.

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