Daniel Hochgelernter

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I am poem pg 3I am poem pg 3What is poetry pg 4What is poetry pg 4Reader response pg 5Reader response pg 5The young man pg 6The young man pg 6The ocean pg 7The ocean pg 7Oh god is warm pg 8Oh god is warm pg 8My story pg 9My story pg 9My poem pg 10My poem pg 10

I amI am I am creative and good drawerI am creative and good drawer I think on the futureI think on the future I hear alot of musicI hear alot of music I see a lot of thingsI see a lot of things I want to be a doctorI want to be a doctor I am honest and good friendI am honest and good friend i worry about my friend, and specially my fami worry about my friend, and specially my fam I get angry when they hit meI get angry when they hit me I hope that the world gets betterI hope that the world gets better I am a student and responsableI am a student and responsable I understand 2 languagesI understand 2 languages I believe that i am a good studentI believe that i am a good student I say wordsI say words I dream with a lot of thngsI dream with a lot of thngs I am batman and respectfullI am batman and respectfull

What is poetry?What is poetry?

Poetry is a way to express your feeling or Poetry is a way to express your feeling or something else through drawing or writing something else through drawing or writing with all the parts of speech.with all the parts of speech.

Reader responseReader response I am going to talk about “little father by li young-lee, dead and reburn I am going to talk about “little father by li young-lee, dead and reburn

are the topic of this free verse poem that i read. It explores beyond are the topic of this free verse poem that i read. It explores beyond reality. Little father by young-lee, the main idea of the poem is that reality. Little father by young-lee, the main idea of the poem is that his dead father reburn like his strange little son. The poem is about his dead father reburn like his strange little son. The poem is about that a father has a dead father and he is regrowing on the father like that a father has a dead father and he is regrowing on the father like hist strange little son. “ now he grows in me, my strange son” (l2). hist strange little son. “ now he grows in me, my strange son” (l2). The quote says that he has his son growing inside him, it is a The quote says that he has his son growing inside him, it is a metaphor. It connects with the poem because the poem is about metaphor. It connects with the poem because the poem is about that and some other things. This poem is fantastic, i loved it that and some other things. This poem is fantastic, i loved it because it doesnt talk about reality, it express reality and because it doesnt talk about reality, it express reality and beyond.finally the conclusion is that this poem is not true, is a beyond.finally the conclusion is that this poem is not true, is a fantasy because it doesnt talks about reality.fantasy because it doesnt talks about reality.

The young manThe young man

There was a young mas from pariseThere was a young mas from pariseWho was in love with clarisseWho was in love with clarisseWho was a blondeWho was a blondeAnd a little dumbAnd a little dumbHe started to laught with a chiniseHe started to laught with a chinise

The oceanThe ocean

The big oceanThe big oceanThrow all the trash from the deepThrow all the trash from the deepThat was pretty grouseThat was pretty grouseSo all waited till next daySo all waited till next dayAnd was pretty dark and coldAnd was pretty dark and cold

Oh god is warmOh god is warm

HotHot

Warm, sweating,Warm, sweating,

Boiling, baking,burning, flamingBoiling, baking,burning, flaming

Freezing, artic,chilled,Freezing, artic,chilled,

Siberian, borealSiberian, boreal

Snowy, polarSnowy, polar

coldcold

My storyMy story Once, my brother breaks the glass wallOnce, my brother breaks the glass wall With the nose i was behind and all the glasses fall in my With the nose i was behind and all the glasses fall in my

headhead My head was like a roc because it didnt break i only bleed My head was like a roc because it didnt break i only bleed

and 4 block of 5 stitchesand 4 block of 5 stitches It hurt me a lot and thats why i criedIt hurt me a lot and thats why i cried Bt my head is like a rock because it didnt breaks i still have Bt my head is like a rock because it didnt breaks i still have

my scares and i dont like that, my head is like a rock now i my scares and i dont like that, my head is like a rock now i can breaks little things and it doesnt hurt me.can breaks little things and it doesnt hurt me.

My poemMy poem

Is a limerick poem:Is a limerick poem:There was a cowboy with a convoyThere was a cowboy with a convoyWho was going to destroyWho was going to destroyThe highboy mansion The highboy mansion With a black canionWith a black canionAll was destroyed, and they deployAll was destroyed, and they deploy