Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Imagery in Poetry Blog Post Paragraph
When you were born I wasn't prepared for your sweetness.
The touch of your soft baby hands and your cute button nose.
I couldn't be more proud to being your big sister.
When not a morsle passed your lips yet, the smell of your breath was as pure as your innocence.
I couldn't get over the sight your dark brown eyes when you first opened them.
I could look into them forever as if I could see your future.
The sound of your giggle for the first time made my heart fly like a baby blue bird.
I tasted your baby food when you didn't want it for a week, and understood why you kept spitting it out.
The touch of your soft baby hands and your cute button nose.
I couldn't be more proud to being your big sister.
When not a morsle passed your lips yet, the smell of your breath was as pure as your innocence.
I couldn't get over the sight your dark brown eyes when you first opened them.
I could look into them forever as if I could see your future.
The sound of your giggle for the first time made my heart fly like a baby blue bird.
I tasted your baby food when you didn't want it for a week, and understood why you kept spitting it out.
Monday, February 6, 2012
Poetry Previous Knowledge Paragraph
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Character Trait Acrostic Poems
Frustrated
" I ain't talking about nobody else, I'm talkin about me. God knows I try." What must a man do,tell me what."
angry
" Damn Mr. Ellis's coat! And damn his money! You think I want white folks' leavings? Damn Maybelle."
tongue-tied
helpless
"Twenty-two years, Maybelle,twenty-two years,and I ain't got nothing,nothing." He cried helplessly and hopelessly in the dark night.
eager
My fathers voice cut through hers,shattering the peace.
remorseful
"It aint right.Ain't no man ought to eat his woman's food year out,and see his children run wild. Ain't nothing right about that."
" I ain't talking about nobody else, I'm talkin about me. God knows I try." What must a man do,tell me what."
angry
" Damn Mr. Ellis's coat! And damn his money! You think I want white folks' leavings? Damn Maybelle."
tongue-tied
I did not notice my fathers silence,for he was always silent these days.
"Twenty-two years, Maybelle,twenty-two years,and I ain't got nothing,nothing." He cried helplessly and hopelessly in the dark night.
eager
My fathers voice cut through hers,shattering the peace.
remorseful
"It aint right.Ain't no man ought to eat his woman's food year out,and see his children run wild. Ain't nothing right about that."
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