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S: Poetry

BC: "Life isn't about finding yourself it's about creating yourself"

FC: ScrapBook | Inspired Word | Speak | I Create

1: Hi, my name is Sharnise Mobley... For this ScrapBook the theme I have chosen is... Acceptance, the reason I've chosen this theme is because I feel people ecpically myself have to learn and come to accept things in life wiether it be bad or good.

2: Prose Poetry is... A poem written in a passage form, using powerful imagery

3: Your screams are loud as a bolt of thunder so loud as a bolt of thunder. Your tear speaks as loud as a spark of lightning giving of this fearful glow But have Void, maybe empty hollowness inside, like a twister waiting to form. | You get so fearfully raged like wildfire harmful to anyone in your path. But yet your still in this place and there's no escape mentally nor emotionally so you wait, wait until that day and time comes To be set free so... until then Your screams are loud as a bolt of thunder so loud as a bolt of thunder Your tears speaks loud as a spark of lightning so loud as a spark of lightning

4: Free verse Poetry is... basically putting everyday sentences into a poem, it doesn't always have to rhyme scheme. sometimes if you repeat a word or a sentence it adds to the rhythm of the poem.

5: You have many kids that wanna do great things, maybe even create things and make change, this world is dying dead silence, sometimes the silence gets worse than all the violence, so the conscience in my mind is telling me to speak louder | but as a people we're scared of almost everything, afraid to even tell the truth, drinking to take the pain away, pills to make you think straight, but really killing you brain cells. That's just the way it is...

6: An Elegy poem is... a Lyric poem that mourns or celebrates the life of someone

7: This feeling isn't just a feeling of being lost, it's a feeling were your in another world not being able to accept the fact that this is real. This feeling of loosing almost apart of you, your final puzzle piece never really goes away, but kind of slowly fades away. It's Death again, he's always there, a little clue to where he stands, his presence being dark | but relentless showing no mercy to it's culprit. Always robbing me of happiness snatching the rug from under my feet, making me trip it's nothing there.

8: Born in Umtata South Africa, she studied English literature at Stellenbosch in Cape's wine country. She "tumbled" into publishing because her husbands PHD study ment moving to London, but found | herself perfectly at home. Able to write author's she's long admired in Cambridge. It was there that she attended Michael Donaghy's City University for a couple of years, and met with other poets who she've read and published with.

9: ~she uses very strong imagery to bring to life what she may have been thinking at that time ~She uses a lot of metaphors when comparing her subjects. ~Her sentences are misfit but in a nice way ~her style of word chose is very different. | ~She's kind of always asking a question without really using a question mark i thought that was really awesome ~She writes admirably not only about her father but where she came from and always makes sure she adds a little detail of maybe how her life was growing up where she was from.

11: The reason I've chose Isobel Dixon is because of one simple reason, it may be a silly reason but it's my opinion. I chose Isobel Dixon because I liked the way she would always compare one of her subjects to her life when she was a child, I like the fact that no matter what she was talking about she spoke admirably about her subject even if her subject was made as an example. I also liked that she didn't find poetry it literally found her, just by moving to another country.

12: Write-Like | "Everything is Everything" | "Say what you need to say"

13: Meet my Mother, who refuses to accept. Nawing at it like a termite, never stops. The smile she keeps on her face disguising her doubt. A compost heap women we would joke, there she goes trailing her fork through garbage she picked up on the way home. Makes her choke, she keeps insisting, unyieldingly. | Reality hits the logic's clear, her very life is bitter and the spice it's missing is hope. She wants to stop, but don't we all... then again the satisfaction of spooning hormones and toxic waste down your throat makes depression, makes everything all the more better.

14: Work-Cited Page | Never a Failure always a Lesson | Poets are soldiers that liberate words from the steadfast possession of definition. ~Eli Khamarov, The Shadow Zone

15: Contemporarywriters.com IsobelDixon.com/biography

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  • Title: Acceptence
  • what does poetry mean to me
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