Poetry Scrapbook Project

Poetry

Scrapbook

May 29

2013

Jesse

Goertzen 9A

Table of Contents

Two-Tone Poem ……………………………………………………………….

Cliché Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 3

Persona Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 4

Diamond Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 5

Haiku ………………………………………………………………. Page 6

Free Verse Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 7

Sonnet ………………………………………………………………. Page 8

Metaphor Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 9

Two-Tone Poem

Sunglow Yellow; Navy Blue

I can be Sunglow Yellow, opposite the night,

Liberal in the light,

Never feeling low,

Feeling at home, I am Sunglow Yellow.

I am Navy Blue on a down day,

Everything feels gray,

Like I’m astray,

Drowning in the sea

Cliché Poem

Title

He’s running on empty,

Yet the ground beneath him ‘s a plenty.

Some of these things, I just can’t comprehend.

People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones, they always say

Even in a wooden house I wouldn’t throw stones, but hey,

Some of these things, I just can’t comprehend.

Persona Poem

Jasper – Marmot Basin

Earlier morning, Marmot Basin

Its citizens active, skiing or hiking

Right from the start, you should hasten

But the old town can’t keep up with the constant bustling

Never asking to return the favour

Jasper, kind at heart

The guests always return

For a fresh start

Diamond Poem

Ocean Blue

Ocean

Ominous; Blue

Shining; Refreshing; Living

Water; Fish; Reef; Shore

Draining; Drying; Retreating

Dry; Empty

Desert

Haiku

Shrouded Skies

Dark night sky above,

Stars shrouded by mist and fog,

Yet the moon still shined

Free Verse Poem

Over Yonder

Almost like you’re descending to nothing,

You begin to ponder,

What’s over yonder?

That’s when you realize, it’s the mountain that’s bluffing.

You’re not really falling, you’re flying,

But, how are you flying,

If your feet are on the ground?

If only the mountain would stop lying.

As you begin to think again, the mountain flattens,

And you realize you weren’t falling or flying, you were skiing.

Sonnet

Snowflakes

What is the falling snow really asking?

Snow swiftly sliding across the blue sky

Such a short life of a snowflake, falling

The end of its fall, despair in spring sky

Snowmen built, memorials of past winters

Carrot noses reside on the soaked pavement

Puddles form pictures, snowmen as printers

Spirits of children’s winter friends vacant

Yet, when snow melts, spring dawns, bringing new life

The Snowmen’s souls occupy new creatures

With spring comes warmth, no more cold and strife

On citizen’s lawns, new floral features

Whichever season, not the matter to me

I will enjoy any activity

Metaphor Poem

Apple Tree

The leaves of a tree

The rhymes of a poem

Flowers blossom

Stanzas form

Apples grow from buds on branches

Poems come together from lone stanzas

Once the apples fall from branches of the great apple tree

Once the poems find their way from the mind of the Poet

And into the hands of the hungry

And into the hands of the readers

Stomachs filled,

Minds Provoked

Seeds planted in the ground,

Seeds planted in their minds

To shape into an apple tree of their own

To shape into a poem of their own

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