S: Poetry Portfolio
BC: The End
FC: My Poetry Portfolio by Devonne Harris | Class Period: 5th February 19. 2010
1: 1. Where I'm From 2. My Mother's Kitchen 3. Mother to Son 4. Ode to GSMST 5. Language Art 6.Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost 7. Use Somebody by Kings of Leon | Table of Contents | pg. 2-3 pg. 4-5 pg. 6-7 pg. 8-9 pg 10-11 pg.12-13 pg. 14-15
3: Where I’m from I’m from the world of love Where two beings love me everyday Where they support my necessities Without them I would be nothing I’m from the world of craziness Where colors and words stir in my head Where hiding is more fun than seeking Where I was a ball of energy I’m from the world of short days and endless nights Where I stayed up as long as a night owl Where I worked my fingers to the bone Where I competed with everyone to be the best I’m from the place where people say “Yall” Where the peanuts grow to their peak of perfection Where one bite of a peach leaves your mouth dripping with juice Where the all the brilliant, blazing, bright billboards read “Coca-Cola” I’m from this unique place And this place is where I call home.
5: “When yall done clean the kitchen” I tried quickly to eat my food but I dare not mention "Last one done eating, sweeps and cleans the oven" Oh why did my mother have to cook that mutton I loss the race So the broom and mop was my showcase I swept all of the corners clean Not a piece of food to be seen To my surprise there lay something on the floor Green and Dead with all its legs up except for four I swept it in to the dustpan of heaven And off it went to the trash bag we bought from 7/11 The oven sits there staring with grease and grime Oh why did I have to clean up this scene of crime Finally done, I put down the oven spray and broom And traveled to where the bed awaits me in my room | My Mother's Kitchen
7: Son, You better listen ‘cause this is important: Things are not as perfect as they seem Jobs are hard to come by these day’s But I learn to manage one without help It’s hard to climb the ladder of power Sometimes there are a couple of rungs missing But with an education you can climb over those missing rungs Sometimes a rung breaks when just step on it But you gotta learn to hang on even if you’re tired Sometimes the ladder wobbles But you gotta hold on even tighter and brace yourself I been climbing this ladder of power for fourteen years From waitress To manager To an office position in the world of logistic What I’m trying to tell you boy is Life isn’t fair and you gotta learn to live with it Because I been climbing this ladder And things still aren’t perfect yet | Mother to Son
8: Ode to GSMST | I speak to thou of a school with the best It is not the average school you know The students have best friend known as their desk Those words they hear everyday are kudos These students are not the ordinary They go over and beyond their limits Resulting in many rewards and praise Worth all the books carried Many of these students may seem timid But they show all of their smarts through their grades O’ Wonderful GSMST The School with the best education O’ That great amount of homework they supply me Giving me the most positive connotation The advanced students are our foe When we compete we put on a show We have no weak spots to be seen Because we are lean and smart machines If those spot are noticeable We cover them up so we not vulnerable There is no rest as GSMSTer You work to do your best Unless you are one of the teacher Who do their best to prepare us for test The GSMST life is the kind you want to live You are recognized for all your accomplishment Unless the best is less than you want to give
9: But then you would wished that you lived in a tent These words are words of the truth They are not the lies as white as my teeth This school is home to many teenagers Whether they are short, tall, witty, or bald If it was the 80s, we would have made the pagers The students at this school love to problem solve Without this school we would be nerds Kids with brains but did not use them to full potential We would not have use them to create our rockets aka Thunderbirds Most of strive to be people that will be influential We learn to be smarter than the obscured We keep trying our hardest to be the words we speak of This an ode to GSMST The place where students are happy Where we hold the future’s key Where we learn and gain the things we are lacking GSMST is the place I go To improve my knowledge Basically I show everything I know To go and finish my future destination college GSMST is the place to be And I wouldn’t be here without GSMST
11: Hyperboles bouncing out of my head I think of many more in my bed The really funny ones The kinds that have silly puns They make me laugh till I'm red Similes are the best They are better to compare the rest For they compare one to another Just if they were sister and brother The similes are in my treasure's chest Metaphors are not the worst But I prefer similes first You can't use like or as Which hard to do using the past So to use a Metaphors are a curse | Figurative Language in my head
12: Use Somebody by King of Leon | *The purple represents the refrain or repetition throughout the song. The blue show the rhyme scheme that is within each stanza. The red represents alliteration. The underline sentence represents imagery because the poet is explaining he cannot see people that well from his standpoint and they look like faces that are faded in a painting. | Analysis
13: I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see Painted faces fill the places I can't reach You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody Someone like you and all you know and how you speak Countless lovers under cover of the street You know that I could use somebody You know that I could use somebody Someone like you Off in the night while you live it up I'm off to sleep Waging wars to shake the poet and the beat I hope it's gonna make you notice I hope it's gonna make you notice Someone like me, someone like me Someone like me, somebody I'm ready now, I'm ready now I'm ready now, I'm ready now I'm ready now, I'm ready now I'm ready now Someone like you, somebody Someone like you, somebody Someone like you, somebody I've been roaming around, I was looking down at all I see
14: Analysis | The poem, Nothing Gold Can Stay, is centered around seasons. The poem describes how spring turns to fall and after fall, all the leaves began to disappear which is the beginning of winter.
15: Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay. | Nothing Gold Can Stay by Robert Frost