Wednesday, February 16, 2011

MJ Stanza Post

Using your creative writing--in other words, your Word Bank--from class, you should be able to construct a short, one-stanza, free verse poem about anything you want. These are the only requirements:

1. The poem must be a minimum of 10 lines.
2. The poem must have a minimum of 5 words per line.
3. Read Major Jackson's poems for inspiration, and follow his advice by ending each line with a noun or a verb, rather than with a conjunction (FANBOYS) or an article (a, an, the).

Leave your initials after your entry. Thank you!

12 comments:

  1. I will lay awake tonight.
    I will close my eyes and shut out the world.
    I will remember your rejection like the vivid memory of my parents divorce.
    I will suck in a huge breathe of air and let my muscles relax.
    I will run from the hurt and anguished engraved in my soul.
    I will fly to the sky and spread my wings.
    I will cling to the blanket warming my body.
    I will begin to plan my future, my future without you.
    I will cry out all the terror and pain haunting my memories.
    I will not think of you tonight.

    CEC

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  3. I’m just saying, I’m not playing
    Sitting here on the west coast
    Hoping to be on the east the most
    In the end to die trying
    For something that was never there
    My heart sunk like the Titanic in the freezing ocean
    Still beating senseless like a dog scratching a door
    Approaching the bottom of the line just sitting here
    Masticating the fact that I made this syntax
    I exacerbated this, so it dies here

    LT

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  4. I want to live in the mountains,
    Wake up to the cool pines,
    breath the fresh air, Watch the spring runoff trickle,
    having true seasons, no humidity,
    Although i may become weathered,
    im ready for something different,
    A new feeling everday,
    no school, but earning what i have.
    Waiting for the first winter snow,
    Waiting for the last winter snow,
    I WANT to live in the mountains

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  5. I remember thoughs days under
    the starry skies, in the green fields.
    I remember when you used to
    lay there with me dreaming and wishing.
    I remember your warmth against
    my cold, your heart pounding against mine.
    I remember the calmness, the happiness,
    and the mellow nature of our existence.
    I remember when we used to dance
    underneath the starry skies in the green fields.

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  6. Miscommunication left a fragile antique
    Vulnerable in robes. Landlocked Pirates, Marching Misfits,
    Sly Shakespearians of all deviations crept
    All descended upon the antique.
    The chase had begun. From the mansion
    High in the French countryside
    To the streets of England, below the bell tower
    The most traitorous emerged with prize.
    Sailing through cobblestones, the thief
    Attempting an escape, almost free.

    AL

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  7. I watch the rolling hills
    As they cut and jump
    They stay through endless nights
    Watch as the guards march
    Shields are broken
    blood is drawn but
    this medieval life dreads along
    Soaring birds and arrows surround
    clashing swords and flopping bodies
    the castle bridge has fallen

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  8. that is jack crawford btw i dont know why it put that as my gmail name ha

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  9. I walk through this lifeless world
    Wanting more, hoping for better.
    Then I met an old man.
    He promised me better,
    But the price was not cheap.
    He said I would be happy,
    That I could be the best and impossible to beat.
    With a firm shake the deal was done.
    I could not remember his name,
    But he said I'd see him at the end.

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  10. I lie on a mound of sharp sand
    A mix of salt and crushed pebbles swim through my skin
    The sting awakes my nerves
    Questioning as I stretch my head toward the sun
    Breathing as I fall into a deep sleep
    Darkness pours like black paint
    A hint of yellow erupts like a happy lyric
    Sudden crash of tears and red dissolve that string of hope
    Lightly vibrates a quick shiver
    Fluctuates, dipping low to the ocean floor
    Rising high to the beat of my favorite song

    NG

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  11. The man in the trees
    figured out nature; old wisdom
    wrinkled gold and inexplicable peace;
    his writings and travels; a
    Chinese sage free of time;
    the oolong spring; howling, gliding
    round those mountains. Gold robes,
    bald head, thin; persistent fasting,
    ultimate control; only sands of time
    sense of where; assimilated transcendance

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