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Poetry
Scrapbook
May 29
2013
Jesse
Goertzen 9A
Page 1
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
Page 2
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
Page 3
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.
Page 4
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
Page 5
Diamond Poem
Ocean Blue
Ocean
Ominous; Blue
Shining; Refreshing; Living
Water; Fish; Reef; Shore
Draining; Drying; Retreating
Dry; Empty
Desert
Page 6
Haiku
Dark night sky above,
Stars shrouded by mist and fog,
Yet the moon still shined
Page 7
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.
Page 8
Sonnet
(Blank)
Page 9
Metaphor Poem
It’s something without instructions,
Something you got from the man on the street,