FC: A Poetry Project By: Katya Jones
1: (Found Poem) Cross my heart hope to die, on everything that's good Time starts to pass, before you know that you're frozen I wish you had said something before we had gone this far I'm here alone didn't wanna leave I'm sorry for the fact that I did not know Whats at stake, i know i've let you down With arms wide open, under the sunlight It's you that i really want
2: Compare and Contrast: Robert Frost vs. Paramore Robert Frost, a twentieth century poet, was born on March 26, 1874 in California. While young, both his parents were teachers making it easy for him to form "a life-long love of nature, the great outdoors, and the rural countryside." (p. 2) He took on several jobs while in Dartmouth, an Ivy League College in Hanover, New Hampshire, but still continuing to write poetry. His first break was in 1894, "My Butterfly: An Elegy" was the poem that was publiblished. He married his sweetheart and had six children. In 1900, Frost suffered from guilt and grief over his son Elliot, who died of cholera. That same year his mother died of cancer. In 1907, his daughter Elinor died a day after birth. The rest of the family moved to a farm where many of the poems came from. Many of the poems that Frost had written during his life came from losing someone in his family, which was almost everyone. The poem "Reluctance" that I chose, is an example of a poem that shpws how he felt during the times of loses. Because he loved nature so much, it made it easier for him to use it to symbolize the pain that he felt. They began in Franklin, Tennessee. Hayley Williams, the lead singer, met brothers Josh and Zac Farro (guitar and drum players) in Mississippi. They began performing under the name Paramore, adding Jason Bynum, rhythm guitar, and Jeremy Davis, bass. they played at local hangouts and a school talent show which helped them sharpen their talents before making the move to play at area rock clubs. the upbeat melodies and "earnest charisma" eventually caught the eyes of Florida's Fueled by
3: Ramen label. They signed the band in April of 2005. Their first album, All We Know Is Falling, was released in late July 2005. they quickly began to have supporters and their single "Misery Business" helped them become "industry darlings", going gold in its first year of release, They earned a Grammy nomination for Best New Artist. Their song "Crushcrushcrush" is an excellent example of using everyday things to make amazing songs. the song explains how you can't just look at a person because first glances can be deceiving. Like Frost, Paramore use their own struggles to write their songs. Many artists and bands don't write their own lyrics like the poets in the twentieth century and back did. However, Paramore is one of the few bands that actually do write their own songs, and it happens to be the lead singer, Hayley. In their song "Crushcrushcrush", they sing about how eyes can mislead a person. The song explains how she doesn't want to forget about someone but in the end its just a dream that she's dreaming, but she really wants the relationship to go farther than where it is right now. Unlike the song, Frost's poem talks about how after looking at the world at different places he realizes that it always ends. The pain that he feels when he lets go pains him too much, and he wonders if it's because it's love or just the way its supposed to be. Both Paramore and Frost talk about the same thing: not wanting to let go. The poem and the song are both poetry in my opinion. though the song is in modern times, it just means that todays world's view is different from the way Robert Frost saw it when he was writting.
4: A Boy's Will: Reluctance by: Robert Frost (1915) Out through the fields and the woods And over the walls I have wended; I have climbed the hills of view And looked at the world, and descended; I have come by the highway home, And lo, it is ended. The leaves are all dead on the ground, Save those that the oak is keeping To ravel them one by one And let them go scraping and creeping Out over the crusted snow, When others are sleeping. The last lone aster is gone; The flowers of the witch-hazel wither; The heart is still aching to seek, But the feet question 'Whither?' Ah, when to the heart of man Was it ever less than a treason To go with the drift of things, To yield with a grace to reason, And bow and accept the end Of a love or a season?
5: "Crushcrushcrush" I got a lot to say to you Yeah, I got a lot to say I noticed your eyes are always glued to me Keeping them here And it makes no sense at all They taped over you mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies Crush Crush Crush Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one, two I was just cuounting on That never happens I guess I'm dreaming again Let's be more than this If you want to play it like a game Well, come on, come on, let's play Cause I'd rather waste my life pretending Than have to forget you for one whole minute They taped over you mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies They taped over your mouth Scribbled out the truth with their lies You little spies | Crush Crush Crush Crush, crush (Two, three, four!) Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one, two I was just cuounting on That never happens I guess I'm dreaming again Let's be more than this now Rock and roll, baby Don't you know that we're all alone now? I need something to sing about Rock and roll, hey Don't you know, baby, we're all alone now? Give me something to sing about Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one, two I was just cuounting on That never happens I guess I'm dreaming again Let's be more than No, oh Nothing compares to a quiet evening alone Just the one, two I was counting on That never happens I guess I'm dreaming again Let's be more than More than this
6: (an imitation poem: stanza) After a hundred years Nobody knows the place,-- Agony, that enacted there, Motionless as peace. Weeds triumphant ranged, Strangers strolled and spelled At the lone orthography* Of the elder dead. Winds of summer fields Recollect the way,-- Instict picking up the key Dropped by memory. by: Emily Dickinson *orthography = the art of writing words with the proper letters, according to accepted usage; correct spelling.
7: (imitation poem: sonnet) From fairest creatures we desire increase, That thereby beauty's rose might never die, But as the riper should by time decease, His tender heir might bear his memory: But thou, contracted to thine own bright eyes, Feed'st thy light'st flame with self-substantial fuel, Making a famine where abundance lies, Thyself thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel. Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament And only herald to the gaudy spring, Within thine own bud buriest thy content And, tender churl, makest waste in niggarding. Pity the world, or else this glutton be, To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee. by: William Shakespeare
8: (poem written by me) scars, they never really heal like people say they will and time? it's not all that it depends on. the scars on your heart? you have none the scars on my heart? time will never heal them it has to do with me and you..... the pain you've caused the tears I've cried it'll never be the same not like it used to be... why? because that one little lie that one little kiss that one little touch it changes life, it changes us.... because that little lie that little kiss that little touch those little things they caused my heart to bleed... leaving scars that won't heal all because of those little things that you said would never matter.....
9: (poem written by me) look at me! why can't you look at me the way you used to? I'm hurting, can't you see? my heart aches from the pain you've caused what did I do to make you turn away? what did I do? does the guilt not kill you from the inside? because I don't see it on the outside you're stunning blue eyes have turned cold grey I don't see anything I used to maybe, just maybe you'll be okay because you no longer matter and I no longer care my heart still aches, but I'll be okay I have moved on but you are stuck...in the world you created when you hurt me