S: My Life in Poetry(:
FC: Shayla James
1: Table of Contents | Part I 1. "Where I'm From" Poem 2. "I Am" Poem 3. "Mardi Gras" Narrative Poem 4. Pet Poem Couplet 5. Dueling Haiku 6. Response to "Four Foxes" 7. Ode to Music 8. Limerick 9.Free Verse 10.Free Verse Part II 11. "Annabelle Lee" TPCASTT 12. "A Walking in New York" TPCASTT 13. "A curse Against Elegies" TPCASTT 14 "50-50" TPCASTT 15. "Hope is the thing with feathers" TPCASTT Part III 16. "Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening" analysis 17. "Mother to Son" analysis 18. "Because I could Not Stop For Death" analysis 19. "The Road Not Taken" analysis 20. "Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind" analysis
2: "Where I'm from" Poem I am from zydeco music, from Cajun and Creole. I am from the delicious smell of southern home cooking. I am from the magnolia flowers and pine trees. Whose leaves represent life like my own. I am from cookouts, family reunions, from Russel and RaQuel. I am from the be quiets and sit downs from speak up child i cant hear you. I am from Destiny of Faith, Hallelujah, and KJV Bibles. I am from Cajun Country, home of the Ragin' Cajuns from boudin and cracklins. From my grandparents house every weekend, to my grandfather teaching me Haitian Creole. Under the stairs, In a big purple box, my childhood, my family secured with a lock. I am from the good ole' southern LA. I am from Lafayette, Louisiana.
3: Lafayette, Louisiana!
4: I am musical and determined. I wonder if you hear my mistakes. I hear the strings vibrating. I see my rosin spreading. I want you to hear me. I am musical and determined. I pretend that I am the best. I feel my arm moving back and forth. I touch the bow to the string. I worry if I am playing well. I cry to be the best. I am musical and determined. I understand the musical concept. I say "1,2,3" and begin. I dream that I am in another world. I try to have good intonation. I hope you will smile and clap. I am musical and determined. | "I am" | Poem
6: Mardi Gras | Mommy hurry hurry we have to go The parade is starting, starting soon Stop putting on makeup it's not a show It was scheduled for a quarter past noon. | Vrroomm...we're driving in the car Downtown Shreveport is our destination Vrroomm... it isn't very far We arrive and i run like a rocket Finally, I am here. | I hear the bands, marching marching I see the floats colored green, purple, and yellow Music playing, drummers drumming, and kids screaming | "Throw me something mister!" There are beads flying left and right, Miniature king cakes, plastic cups Little plush toys and even moon pies. | The parade ends, and its time to go No more candy, beads, no more show I've had my fun so lets settle down I can't wait until the next Mardi Gras parade is in town.
8: Pet Poem | I have a very little dog Her size is compared to a frog She was the smallest of the bunch While eating her food you hear munch, munch Her name is Precious, she's tall and thin She loves to roam the house we live in Precious is a doorbell when you knock She can hear and see you turn the lock Whenever you sit down for a meal She's watching, waiting, with a belly to fill She's scared and timid, frail and shy When she sees you coming, she greets with a "hi" Precious is kind, polite, and sweet One thing she loves is the summer heat I got her in June, two years ago Our connection says FOREVER though.
10: Fall The wind is blowing Leaves changing to orange, red and brown Falling from branches | Spring The sun is shining The flowers bloom rapidly Many different colors | Dueling Haikus "Seasons"
11: Speak gently you say? I want no harm My valley was windy yesterday But, from here on, it will be warm I will lessen my winds For the little foxes to live Spring will end, summer will begin This is my gift to you' I give. | Response to "Four Little Foxes"
12: Ode to music you are so lovely Ode to music you're stuck in my head Ode to music I love your beat Ode to music the sound is sweet Ode to music you have great rhythm Ode to music you make me happy when I'm sad Ode to music you are the answer to my problems Ode to music I love to sing you Ode to music you're a part of my everyday life Ode to music I love to play you Ode to music you have many instruments to produce you Ode to music you sound so good Ode to music you put me to sleep Ode to music you help me get dressed in the morning Ode to music you keep me motivated Ode to music you keep me sane Ode to music you are my life Ode to music you are my mind Ode to music you are my body Ode to music you are my soul Ode to music you are MINE. | Ode to Music
13: Limericks | There once was a girl named Pearl. She though she had to hurl. No one knew why, Was it the old pie? I feel sorry for this girl. | I had just put up my violin, And dropped the case it was in. The violin broke, I was going to choke Then I fell and hurt my chin.
14: Shayla Smart, funny, shy, and loveable Sibling of Janicka, Quaylon, Jacobie, and Rodneesha Lover of hot cheetos, the violin, and texting Who feels, bored, tired, and lazy Who needs friends, family, and an education Who gives laughter, joy, and happiness Who fears death, the future, and spiders Who would like to see myself graduate college, be successful in life, and live my life to the fullest James | "This is me"
15: "Shayla" Acrostic Poem | S weet as can be H as a great big family A lways willing to make you smile Y ou should stick in my life for a while L oves to text her friends all day Amazing in each and every way.
16: It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. | I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me. | And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. | The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee | For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. | "Annabelle Lee" by Edgar Allen Poe TPCASTT | Based on the title of this poem, I come to think that the poem is told from a guy's point of view about a girl. Sort of like a love lost, I guess. This poem is about a guy who was serious in love with a girl since they were both children. Their love was so strong that the angels from above grew jealous and he blamed them for sending the wind to kill his Annabelle Lee. For connotation, the author uses poetic devices such as repetition, rhyme, and personification. The poet says "beautiful Annabelle Lee" a few times to emphasize her beauty. The tone of this poem poem is forbidden love because it seems that Annabelle Lee and the speaker were forbidden to love each other. As for shifts, in the beginning of the poem, the speaker is describing Annabelle Lee and their love. Towards the end, he is talking about the loss of the love of his life. Looking back at the title, my inference on what the poem was going to be about was correct. The theme of this poem is forbidden love and loss.
17: "Awaking in New York" TPCASTT by Maya Angelou | Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city drags itself awake on subway straps; and I, an alarm, awake as a rumor of war, lie stretching into dawn, unasked and unheeded. | Based on the title of this poem, "Awaking in New York", I think that it will be about all the things you see and hear when you awake in the bustling city of New York. To paraphrase(summarize) this poem, I would say that : In a big city/state such as New York, there are many different sights, and sounds that you wake up to. According to my understanding, I don't think that the author uses any poetic devices but, I could be wrong. The attitude of this poem is sort of exciting. This poem shifts from describing what New York is like when you wake up, to the speaker actually waking up I guess. According to the title, my guess on what the poem was about was true. The theme of this poem is sort of adventurous.
18: "A Prayer In Spring" by Robert Frost TPCASTT | Oh, give us pleasure in the flowers to-day; And give us not to think so far away As the uncertain harvest; keep us here All simply in the springing of the year. Oh, give us pleasure in the orchard white, Like nothing else by day, like ghosts by night; And make us happy in the happy bees, The swarm dilating round the perfect trees. And make us happy in the darting bird That suddenly above the bees is heard, The meteor that thrusts in with needle bill, And off a blossom in mid air stands still. For this is love and nothing else is love, The which it is reserved for God above To sanctify to what far ends He will, But which it only needs that we fulfill. | Based on the title of this poem, I think it is going to be about a prayer that some people say in the season of spring. In summary, this poem is about all of the things that the speaker wants spring to give us. Poetic devices that the author uses are rhyme, and assonance. The attitude of this poem is that the spring time brings us many different pleasures. I don't think that there is any shifts in this poem. The title of this poem sort of does give insight on what the poem will be about but the poem is actually about the many gifts that the season of spring brings to each and every one of us. The theme of this poem is gifts of nature.
19: "50-50" by Langston Hughes TPCASTT | I'm all alone in this world, she said, Ain't got nobody to share my bed, Ain't got nobody to hold my hand— The truth of the matter's I ain't got no man. Big Boy opened his mouth and said, Trouble with you is You ain't got no head! If you had a head and used your mind You could have me with you All the time. She answered, Babe, what must I do? He said, Share your bed— And your money, too. | Based on the title of this poem, I think that this poem will be about splitting or sharing something equally. This poem is basically about a woman who has stuff but doesn't have anyone to share it with and a man makes her realize that they could have been together all along if she is willing to share what she has "50-50" with him. Poetic devices that the author uses are rhyme and assonance. The attitude of this poem is a woman wanting love. The beginning of this poem is told by the woman who is talking about the things that she doesn't have. The end of the poem is a man telling her how she can receive the things she want. As I previously inferred from this poem the title did give me insight that the poem was going to be about sharing something equally, or "50-50." The tone of this poem is in order to make a relationship work, one person has to give a little more than the other.
20: Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul, And sings the tune--without the words, And never stops at all, And sweetest in the gale is heard; And sore must be the storm That could abash the little bird That kept so many warm. I've heard it in the chillest land, And on the strangest sea; Yet, never, in extremity, It asked a crumb of me. | "Hope Is The Thing With Feathers" by Emily Dickinson TPCASTT | Based on the title of this poem. I think it will be about how hope is compared to a bird. This poem is about all of the wonderful things that hope is. Poetic devices that the author uses are rhyme, metaphor and assonance. The attitude of this poem is that hope is always available in bad and good situations. There is no shifts in this poem. A new insight that reading this poem has given me is that hope is a symbol of good. The theme of this poem is that hope prevails over all at the worst of times.
21: "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost Analysis | "Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost has a sort of mysterious feeling. It makes me see that apparently it is okay to basically trespass in someones woods because you like to watch the snow fall. My favorite part of this poem was the first stanza because it is kind of creepy that the speaker is watching someone's woods fill up with snow hoping not to be seen. Words that make me see pictures in this poem are, "lovely, dark, and deep." The part of the poem that surprises me most is when I found out that the speaker is traveling and not just wandering around aimlessly trespassing.
22: "Mother to Son" By Langston Hughes Poem & Analysis | The poem "Mother to Son" by Langston Hughes makes me feel like I'm back in the old days because of the speaker's dialect. What it makes me see in a different way is problems in life. It shows me that the problems and obstacles that you have in life make you stronger and help you learn so that you can pass on your experience to others. The part of the poem that I like is when the speaker tells her son not to give up when he times get hard. I like this part because it's sort of like she is telling this to me. Words that show imagery are, "crystal, stair, tacks, and splinters. I can visualize all of these things in the poem. The part of the poem that surprises me most is when it ends and i don't get to read the son's response or know if he will take her advice or not.
23: "Because I Could Not Stop For Death" by Emily Dickinson Poem & Analysis | "Because I Could Not Stop For Death" by Emily Dickinson makes me feel like I'm running away from death. The poem makes me see death in a different. Death doesn't have to be fearful because you go to a better place. A part of this poem that I like is the third stanza because it seems like her and Death(which is personified) are passing by all of the things she wont see when she dies. Words or phrases that help me to see pictures in my mind are, "Death, immortality, played, recess, gazing grain, and setting sun." The part of the poem that surprises me most is the last stanza where I inferred that she died centuries have passed yet she only feels like she has been dead for no more than a day.
24: The poem "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost makes me feel like making decisions is hard. What it makes me see in a different way is that whatever path you choose, you will most likely regret not taking the other to see what it has to offer. The part of the poem that I like is the second stanza because it makes you wonder what each road had to offer. Words that give me a mental picture are, "grassy, yellow wood, and, trodden black." The part of the poem that surprises me most is how it doesn't even tell us what was on each path that "made all the difference." | "The Road Not Taken" by Robert Frost Analysis
25: "Blow,Blow,Thou Winter Wind" by William Shakespeare Analysis | The poem "Blow Blow Thou Winter Wind" by William Shakespeare makes me feel lost. I don't really understand the message of this poem at all so I had to do some research to better understand it. The poem makes me see how the world is full of fraudulence and how there are a lot of fake people. A part of the poem that i dislike is what I would call the "chorus" (heigh ho!.... ). I don't really understand it because the poem is about the harshness of Nature yet it says that this life is most jolly. Words that help me picture the poem in my mind are, "blow, winter, wind, freeze, bitter, and jolly." The part of the poem that surprises me most is the whole thing because it is kind of confusing and misleading to me. Everyone would probably interpret this poem in a different way.