Tuesday, April 12, 2011
Response to 'I know why the caged bird sings' poem
I think the poem ‘I know why a caged bird sings’ by Maya Angelou is explaining the difference between life when your free and life when your caged or trapped. I think that in some ways this poem may be about slavery because she is explaining how the free bird just goes with the wind and tries to find a big worm the next morning whereas the caged bird has clipped wings so he cant leave and his feet are tied so instead he sings, sings of freedom so she says. I think it may relate to slavery because the free bird would resemble free slaves or maybe even whites who don’t need to worry much, they just need to make sure they have enough to survive, whereas slaves were chained, locked up, sad, they cant leave, their feet are tied, much like the caged bird so instead they sing... they would sing about freedom. What life would be like if they were no longer slaves. It would make sense that Maya Angelou would write about free and caged birds or slaves because she was African American, so she could be writing about her ancestors or maybe even herself.
Monster Poem
Crazy Rodents Things...
It rolls around like a psycho pig
Trying to get as much dust on its cotton like coat as it can
Its razor sharp knife like claws grasping at the air as it turns
Its rat like teeth chewing on nothing
She stops... waits... then begins to roll around again as crazy as a hyenas laughter
Her coat getting shiner and more deadly as she goes
With dust flying everywhere she slowly, carefully steps out
Her claws cutting up the metal as if it were as soft as whipped cream
She suddenly bursts into a jumping sprint and is by her food before you know it
She slowly picks up her food with her cat like claws and tears it as she goes
Stuffing into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days
Ripping it to shreds with her dagger like teeth
She then appears back by her house in her house in her house
She slowly crawls in scraping the plastic
And falls asleep in light speed
It rolls around like a psycho pig
Trying to get as much dust on its cotton like coat as it can
Its razor sharp knife like claws grasping at the air as it turns
Its rat like teeth chewing on nothing
She stops... waits... then begins to roll around again as crazy as a hyenas laughter
Her coat getting shiner and more deadly as she goes
With dust flying everywhere she slowly, carefully steps out
Her claws cutting up the metal as if it were as soft as whipped cream
She suddenly bursts into a jumping sprint and is by her food before you know it
She slowly picks up her food with her cat like claws and tears it as she goes
Stuffing into her mouth like she hasn’t eaten in days
Ripping it to shreds with her dagger like teeth
She then appears back by her house in her house in her house
She slowly crawls in scraping the plastic
And falls asleep in light speed
Monday, April 11, 2011
Langston Hughes Response to A Dream Deferred
The poem A Dream Deferred by Langston Hughes is comparing a raisin to a Deferred Dream. He is showing how a lot of people tend to give up on their dreams and after a while those dreams just shrivle up and dissapear and those people never think of them again. He is trying to say to stick with your dream and don't give up on it.
6th v.s. poem
Nice pretty sparkly against war Candy Land
V.S.
Dark mean war loving A.M.S. Alpha
A.M.S. Alpha is an under ground war area created by Morgan.
V.S.
Dark mean war loving A.M.S. Alpha
A.M.S. Alpha is an under ground war area created by Morgan.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Abstract Noun Poems
Happiness is a gorgeous warm sunset on a soft warm beach at low tide.
Sadness is a smelly gross un burried dead pet on a rainy gloomy depressing day.
Friendship is like a never ending book with twists and turns on every page.
Hatred is a fire deep in yourself that you let out every now and then.
Knowledge is like and old book with faded pages and restored pages.
Humor is a friend who wont stop laughing while your trying to type your poems.
Sadness is a smelly gross un burried dead pet on a rainy gloomy depressing day.
Friendship is like a never ending book with twists and turns on every page.
Hatred is a fire deep in yourself that you let out every now and then.
Knowledge is like and old book with faded pages and restored pages.
Humor is a friend who wont stop laughing while your trying to type your poems.
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