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Poetry Scrapbook May 29 2013 Jesse Goertzen 9A

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Poetry

Scrapbook

May 29

2013

Jesse

Goertzen 9A

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Table of Contents

Two-Tone Poem ………………………………………………………………. Page 2

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

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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 down day,

Everything feels gray,

Like I’m astray,

Drowning in the sea

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Cliché Poem

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.

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Persona Poem

Earlier morning, Marmot Basin

Its citizens active, for skiing or hiking

Right from the start, you should hasten

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

Never asking for something in return

Jasper, kind at heart

For a fresh start

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Diamond Poem

Ocean Blue

Ocean

Ominous; Blue

Shining; Refreshing; Living

Water; Fish; Reef; Shore

Draining; Drying; Retreating

Dry; Empty

Desert

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Haiku

Dark night sky above,

Stars shrouded by mist and fog,

Yet the moon still shined

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Free Verse Poem

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.

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Sonnet

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Metaphor Poem

It’s something without instructions,

Something you got from the man on the street,