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My Poetry Portfolio

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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Brian M.

1: Table of Contents: | Poetry Terms............................................................Page 2 Poetry Analysis......................................................Page 4 Ode Poem...................................................................Page 9 Narrative Poem....................................................Page 10

2: Limerick: A light, humorous poem of five usually anapestic lines with the rhyme scheme of aabba. Ex:There once was a man from Peru. Who dreamed he was eating his shoe. He woke up one night, with a terrible fright. To realize his dream had come true. -Anonymous | Poetry Terms

3: Poetry Terms | Couplet: In a poem, a pair of lines that are the same length and usually rhyme and form a complete thought. Ex:I like to play with my cat He likes to get in a hat. | Verse: A single metrical line of poetry, or poetry in general Ex:Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, Exerpt fom "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost.

4: Birches by: 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 | Poety Analysis

5: 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 (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.

6: 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

7: T: The poem is going to be about birches, which is a type of tree. P: A birches's limbs can be bent form a boy swinging on them or by a ice storm. C: In lines 10-13 Frost uses imagry in describing when the sun comes out and melts the ice on the birches limbs. I think the poem is a metaphor that when your a kid you are free. However, whem you become an adult you have to face the hardships of adult life. In lines 18-20 Frost uses a similie to compare a birches limbs drying to a girls hair drying. In the last line I think Frost is saying that it is good to be a kid. In line 45 Frost writes, "And life is too much like a pathless wood " I think he is saying that life can be confusing and sometimes you don't know where to go. A: The speaker speakes in a serious sad tone most of the time.

8: S: From lines 41 and 42 the attitude shifts from being sad to being happy and hopeful. T: The title uses birches to symbolize life and the hardships you face. T: This poem is saying that we need to enjoy our childhood before we face the hardships of adult life.

9: Ode Poem | Ode Poem | Ode to my Dog Ode to my dog So playful and fun. She always makes me happy. And always makes me laugh. She comforts me when I'm cold or mad. Ode to my dog The best in the world. Truely a man's best friend. So soft and warm. Ode to Maizey.

10: Mike's Shoe Problem Mike woke up one day, and found himself in dismay. When he tried to wear his shoe, and realized he forgot how to tie it. He knew there was some kind of bunny, and a loop or two as well. However for the life of him, he couldn't tie his shoe. He tried to go without tied shoes, but tripped and fell all day. So when he got homethat night, he was very hurt and sad. He decided enough was enough, and went to find the answer. He went to his friend named Jim, and asked him how to tie a shoe. | Narrative Poem

11: But when he looked down at his feet, he realized he wore none.So he went to his next friend, his name was Bill. He asked him how to tie a shoe, but Bill liked to waer sandles. And the nhe thought out loud, "Does any have a shoe?" Then out of the bushes cam a man, "I have every shoe you could ever want." So Mike asked, "Do you know how to tie one?" "No way, these shoes com pre-tied, sorry I couldn't help you." So Mike went back to sleep that day, still not knowing how to tie a shoe.

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