Earlier this year, our class learned about several types of poetry and famous poets such as Shakespeare, William Stafford, Emily Dickinson, Edgar Allen Poe, etc. These are some examples of poetry we have written and excerpts from poems by seven poets.
Haiku
Lemons are sour
But they make good lemonade
Yellow is mellow.
-Ayah
Lions are very hairy
They’re also very scary
They don’t believe in the tooth fairy
And they don’t eat dairy.
-Malachi
Cross Stick
Black
Lazy
Alive
Carnivorous
Killer
BIG
Epic
Appetite
Raging
-Everyone
Free-style
The flight I was on had a delay
It was
We thought we missed the second flight and stayed in
But we were very, very wrong - we did not stay in
The second flight was delayed, we got there with time to spare
The second flight got delayed because of bad weather.
That’s why I’m in school today,
HURRAY!
-Sam
Robert Frost, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening “Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though he will not see me stopping here to watch his woods fill up with snow.”
Emily Dickinson, Hope is the Thing with Feathers: “Hope is the thing with feathers, that perches in the soul, and sings the tune without the words, and never stops at all.”
William Shakespeare, Jacques from As You Like It: “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players; they have their exits and entrances; and one man in his time plays many parts, his acts beintg seven ages. At first, the infant, mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms; and then the whining school boy, with his satchel and shining morning face, creeping like snail unwillingly to school.”
Edgar Allen Poe, The Raven: “Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling. BY the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore, though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou, ‘I said’ art sure no craven. Chastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore. Tell me what lordly name is the night’s plutonian shore!’ Quoth the raven, ‘Nevermore’.”
Langston Hughes, Youth: “We have tomorrow, bright before us like a flame. Yesterday, a night-gone thing, a sun-down name. And dawn-today, broad arch above the road we came, we march!”
Maya Angelou, Caged Bird: “A free bird leaps, on the back of the wind, and floats downstream till the current ends, and dips his wing in the orange sun rays, and dares to claim the sky.”
William Stafford, “Are You Mr. William Stafford?”: “Yes, but…”
“Well, it was yesterday. Sunlight used to follow my hand. And that’s when the strange siren-like sound flooded over the horizon and rushed through the streets of our town. That’s when sunlight came from behind a rock and began to follow my hand.”
If you enjoyed these poems, be sure to look up more information about these poets and their work.
Thanks for reading!
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