BC: THE END
FC: My Poetry Book Ashley Wilson
1: Today begins cold and bright, Just another Wednesday, Waking to daylight. In bed I want to stay. | I'm perched on the window, I look with a calm eye, To the ground heavy with snow, And the sun that glimmers in the clouds. | The birds fly high, The trees sink in the wind, Nature's calls and crys, my heart mends.
2: Comparison Paper Sara Bareilles is a popular song writer and musician and is favored by all, all over America. This young aritist was born December 7, 1979. She was raised in Eureka, CA. She was in several choirs when she was younger. She achieved mainstream sucess in 2007. Billy Collins is a popular poet of today. He was born in New York City in 1941. He graduated college and recieved his doctorate from the University of California, Riverside. He is a distinguished professor of Eniglish at Lehman College. Reviews on his unusual poetry are mixed. Some find him favorable and others find it quite strange. | The lyrics to 'Love Song' is definately considered poetry. Just like in poems, in a song you tell a story. Lyrics have a rhyme scheme, they tell and show emotion, and they can keep the reader or listener's attention. I think a poem also has a lot in common with song lyrics. Most song writers are very good writers and good poets. In order to have a good song you have to be able to make the words flow and what fits with the other .
3: Excerpt from Days by Billy Collins. "Each one is a gift, no doubt, mysteriously placed in you waking hand or set upon your forehead moments before you open your eyes." Excerpt form 'Love song' by Sara Bareilles. "Head under water and they tell me To breathe easy for a while Breathing gets harder, even I know that Made room for me; but it's to soon to see If I'm happy in your hands I'm usually hard to hold on to."
4: Couplet The clouds are soft, I watch them from my loft. The sun gleams through, Lost in the endless blue.
5: Identical Rhyme The flowers bloom all day, I try to smell them every day. Lots of colors, Oh how I love the different colors.
6: School = Suck The school bell rings, My headache begins. Class is in session, Another boring lession. I wish school was done, Because it is no fun. Can't wait until 2:25, When things become alive.
7: Poker Poem The horse frolics to pursue the hidden tree. On the mystical mountain there is an unknown intense light. The children show desire and their voice carries courage and bliss. The butterflies and the flamingos feast upon a glorious disaster.