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FC: My Poetry Portfolio By: Katie R

1: Table of Contents: Pg.2-4 Poetry Terms Pg.5-9 Poetry Analysis Pg. 10+11 original Poems

2: Haiku: a Japanese poetry that reflects on nature and feelings. There are three lines with five syllables in the first line, seven syllables in the second, and five syllabes in the third. by: NettieFlax There is a small house, No-one lives in this small house, This house is empty.

3: A limerick has a very specific structure.The first, third, and fifth have the same verbal rhythm (meter) and length, and so do the second and fourth.A limerick is a five line poem with one cuplet and one triplet. There was a small boy of Quebec Who was buried in snow to his neck When they said, "Are you friz?" He replied, " Yes, I is — But we don't call this cold in Quebec" by Rudyard Kipling

4: Bio Poem A biopoem is a structured collection of vivid details about a Bio Poems: character's life, personality traits and aspirations: a portrait in words. In creating your biopoem, try to use vivid details which reveal interesting aspects of your subject. The format of the biopoem you are going to use is outlined below. An example is also provided. Diana Beautiful, kind, noble, generous Mother of William and Harry, Sister of Charles Lover of children, life, the downtrodden Who felt anguish, hope, and compassion for whom she toiled Who needed love, understanding, and acceptance for all of God's people Who feared for victims of ignorance, intolerance, and discrimination Who gave hope to those who had none, help to those in need, and happiness to those in despair Who would have liked to see her sons reach manhood, the world at peace, people free from oppression Resident of Great Britain Spencer, Princess of Wales

5: When I see birches bend to left and right Across the lines 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 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 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 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. But I was going to say when Truth broke in With all her matter-of-fact about the ice-storm

6: I should prefer to have some boy bend them As he went out and in to fetch the cows-- 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 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 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, 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. t's when I'm weary of considerations,

7: And life is too much like a pathless wood 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. May no fate willfully 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, 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.

8: Poem Analysis T: When I first read the title of the poem I thought of trees, growing up, and life. P: The speaker says that he likes when boys bend down trees, but he knows that thye only stay down from ice storms. He also says that the trees can hurt you but he wishes he could go back to being a swinger of birches. C: A swinger of birches symolizes childhood and carefreeness. "Like girls on hands and knees that throw their hair before them over their heads to dry in the sun" is imagery desrcibing what the birches look like whne they are bent. I think that ice storms symbolize adulthood and reality because that is what really happened to bend the trees down forever but the speaker does not want to believe that. Is the boy who the speaker likes to think bent down all the birches really him was he was a young boy because he said that he too at one time was a swinger of birches? Another example of imagery is when the speaker says "You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen." This is because you can picture all of the icy shards on the ground.

9: A: The speaker likes the bent birches and he likes to imagine the story behind how they were bent. He also liked to swing on the birches when he was a kid. S: I thought that the shift was between the stanza that ends with "Kicking his way down throuhg the air to the ground" and the stanza that starts with "So was I once myself a swinger of birches;". There it switches form the speaker telling a story about a boy in the country who bent birches to when he is reminiscing about when he was a swinger of birches and talking about adulthood. T:I belive that the theme of this poem is to live your life freely and enjoy simple things like swinging on birches. In the poem it says "One could do worse than be a swinger of birches." Which means that someone could do much worse things than be a swinger of birches or be a innocent child. T: When I looked over the title again I thought the same thing as before. I still think that it means birches like the trees.

10: Orignial Narrative Poem Walking Down the Sidewalk She began to walk she walked with even strides taking time to smell every flower before she fell she fell down to the ground and landed with a hardy thud a tear rolled down her rosy cheek glistening in the morning sun she lifted herself off of the ground, brushed herself off and ran away into the shining yellow sun

11: Original Ode Ode to my Alarm Clock ring ring went the clock at six thirty am maybe it's just a dream I repeat in my head I bang on the snooze button just a few minutes more I fall back into a deep sleep for just a minute more beep beep the clock says again at six thirty- five I guess it must be true it's Monday once again

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