Table of Contents

I Am Poem

Bio Poem

Re-Creation Poem

Stylistic Immitation Poem

Definition Poem

Limerick Poem

Ode Poem

Found Poem

Favorite Poem

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10-12

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20-21

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I Am Poem: Love in Every Form

I am a supporter of LGBTQ+ rights

I wonder how people can be so barbaric 

I hear the ruthless comments thrown at them

I see the overcritical looks they get for expressing themselves 

I want people to lift each other up and not be so quick to judge

I am not seeing respect

I pretend to not hear the repellent remarks

I feel for those who are in the middle of this never-ending whirlwind

I worry that there will never be an end 

I cry for the tears shed at the end 

I am there for them when they feel as if nobody is

I understand that not everyone will be in support 

I say this is absurd 

I dream that the world one day be filled with positivity at every corner 

I try to make them feel like they are welcomed 

I hope that this hatred will one day finally come to a halt 

I am seeing people as who they are and not what others want them to be 

I Am Poem: Response

I wrote my I Am poem on the topic of LGBTQ+ because one of my closest friends and many people that I know in my life are different sexualities. Some of the stories I have heard from these people are hard to listen to as the problems that are occurring are still happening in current days. I emphasize on my line stating "I understand that not everyone will be in support" because in reality some people genuinely do not feel they can be supportive and that is completely understandable. However, the main point, and my stance, of this poem is that while understanding not everyone has to support anyone apart of LGBTQ+, being rude and using harmful language towards them also shouldn't be acceptable.

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Bio Poem: Diana Boyd

Diana 

Entertaining, loving, kind-hearted, shy

Sister of Aiden, Jaylon, Jayda, and Deven

Lover of my mom, Jhene Aiko, and The Weeknd

Who feels extravagant when new music albums are released, grateful to have a best friend relationship with my mom, and inferior like a lion catching its prey after winning an argument with my siblings

Who needs more sleep, to get tan again, and to try Dunkin Donuts coffee

Who gives love, sarcasm, and support to friends

Who fears all bugs, public speaking, and exotic roller coasters

Who would like to see Bora Bora, Bahamas, Bali

Resident of San Diego, California

Boyd 

Bio Poem: Response

In this poem, a poetic device I used was in the line "inferior like a lion catching its prey after winning an argument with my siblings." This poetic device is a simile comparing the feeling of winning an argument to a lion finally being able to tackle it's prey. I used this comparison because arguing with anyone, especially a sibling, is irritating but when you get the last word it feels good. In relation, I imagined a lion waiting long to find its next meal and the satisfaction of successfully getting it. I also used alliteration, letters belonging to the same sound group, with "Bora Bora, Bahamas, Bali" which are all places I would like to visit one day.

Re-Creation Poem: The Light of Christmas

The kids ran in with smiles 

So bright. Coats and gloves tiered 

The steps up high. Beneath lay the tree 

And on top, a star burned yellow. 

As they gathered, chocolate was prominent 

Along the lining of their lips. Scattered among

The floor laying ready to unwrap, are the

Countless gifts. For the sky through the window

Beamed ever so gray beneath the fog, 

it was such a beautiful Christmas day. 

Re-Creation Poem: Response

The setting of this poem is imagined to be in a warm house on christmas day. I picked christmas because it is my favorite holiday and I enjoy it every year with my family. When I was younger we would celebrate at my grandparents house almost word for word how this poem is told, especially with the large amounts of gifts surrounding the tree. The poetic device I used in this poem was imagery, " a star burned yellow", along with the highlighted words from Gary Soto's poem "Oranges".

Stylistic Immitation Poem: Aiden Brian Boyd

At nine twenty-three in the evening

It was exactly at nine twenty-three in the evening

A birth to a new baby boy was in play

At nine twenty-three in the evening 

Nurses checked back into the room

At nine twenty-three in the evening

Contractions had begun to make her spin 

At nine twenty-three in the evening

The pain was coming in as rapid as a thousand crashing waves

At nine twenty-three in the evening

The epidural entered into her spine 

At nine twenty-three in the evening

The feeling of a pinch following a burning sensation 

At nine twenty-three in the evening

The doctors were heard screaming “Push, push, push!”

At nine twenty-three in the evening

And with one last push and her feet in a curl

At nine twenty-three in the evening

A nine-pound, two-ounce baby was welcomed to the world

At nine twenty-three in the evening

 Imitation of Federico Garcia Lorca’s style in his poem “Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias”

Stylistic Immitation Poem: Response

The setting of this poem is the hospital room where my mom gave birth to my brother. This poem holds meaning to me because my brother and I have a very close bond that some siblings do not get to have. My mom gave me the idea to use this topic and gave me input on how her experience was to create this. The poetic devices used were: simile with "as rapid as a thousand crashing waves", rhyme with "curl" and "world", and alliteration with "push, push, push".

Definition Poem: Yikes

Nervous: [nur-vuhs], adjective, singular nerve

Easily agitated or alarmed; tending to be anxious 

When I have to do a presentation;

When I feel the students staring at me as I speak

When I eat in front of strangers; when I eat with my family or close friends

When I did not glue in my WOW sheets even though Ms. Bachmann told us to

And there is a notebook check the next day

When it is my turn to order and I do not know what I want

When I get called on during a daydream and turning as red as a tomato

When my mom yells at me with anger like a colony of red ants when kicked at