masks, keys, red Mustang, open heart surgery, shoes, damsel in distress, water, holding things together, hide and seek, Dante's Inferno, The Scarlet Letter, Araby, play, plays, playing, snake...
Here are some words and topics from our writing challenges over the past years, and I threw in some of the lit. you folks have been reading in your English classes just for fun. Write a short poem using all or some of these words. Write it and then post so that you don't see anyone else's before you write yours.
And here's a link to that Wordsworth poem I mentioned in my email to you:
"The World Is Too Much With Us" by William Wordsworth
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No Student Left Behind
My paperback Inferno fell to pieces.
The dried yellow tape holding it together
Gave way and the pages spilled like water from my hands.
I fell forward into the classroom,
Hands, keys shaking, finding
The students playing hide and seek,
The damsel in distress ready with her journal,
Some looking as if I was about to perform
Open heart surgery with a copy of The Scarlet Letter.
It was a play. The one I was in
Everyday. Till one student’s arm went up
Snake-like and she asked
Sir,
Why aren’t you wearing your mask?
Red Mustangs and Beatle Boots
I grew up in the time of the mustangs some with no top
In the time when we sprouted up fast and ripped away
Down the drag in our little red cars
Kindergarten, Kennedy shot, King killed….
Watergate, flower power, bombs falling over Vietnam.
Everything we did was to a song
Jimi Hendrix purple Haze, War what is it good for? Gotta Have a Revolution
Bob Dylan, masked and anonymous. Where have you been my blue eyed son?
Where are my keys to my little red car?
A time far away now…there is nothing like those times now.
okay so hey guys i wrote two thingys i dont know if either make sense but whatever i had fun haha i want to know what you think though... :)
A Man in a Mask
Footsteps ring out
As he walks through the halls
He wonders about
Keeping close to the walls
On his head is a hat
In his hand is a cane
Beside him the cat
Who thinks he’s insane
On his face is a mask
All painted and worn
When you see it don’t ask
If you wish to see morn
You are the guest
For him to watch and admire
Of which he believes it is best
To fight fire with fire
I met a Little Man
I was walking down the road one day when I saw a little man
And I noticed in his hand he held a mask and a can
I asked this man about what he had in his hand
But he replied and said he did not know
I pointed quite clearly to the mask and the can
Then he shrugged and he smiled and said with a laugh
Why girly its nothing but math
In my hands you see I hold not one thing
But in one hand I have a key and a shoe
So I say one and you say two
And to each the other is true
But the question is which of the two is colored in blue?
Of this we do not know, and then he gave me a bow.
I was very confused when he asked me the news,
So he put on his shoes, and went singing the blues…
And he left me alone on the street to wonder who it was that was under the sheet.
i heard the song "Feilds of Gold" by sting and i changed it to leaves of gold..hope you like them
---Sierra
Upon Leaves of Gold---
And oh the leaves came falling down
Upon a story told
You and I together, we,
We ran on leaves of gold
Hand in hand forever we
Beneath the trees so old
Time may shatter, distance tare
Our bond forever true
We'll look upon those fun filled days
Dancing on leaves of gold
I lost you once never again,
I want you in my arms
I looked for you and there you were
Fallen on leaves of gold
Hide and Seek---
3, 2, 1 ready or not here I come.
Looking, seeking trying to find her
See her smiling lips
Beyond the trees her footsteps led
Running, flying, fall
Down below her crumpled body
Silent on leaves of gold
Haha this was fun. It might only be gibberish though. >.<
So enjoy the chaos of it all.
The keys jiggled in the lock,
I couldn't help but notice how red the mustang was.
Like my heart,
bleeding as if from open heart surgery.
And like the scarlet letter she sent me.
The snake.
What a damsel in distress she was.
When I carried her across the water,
shoes in hand.
But now shes nothing.
She flowed in and out of my life like water.
Always playing.
Its like she plays hide and seek with emotion.
And I never won the game.
If only Dante's inferno was real,
she'd end up there I'm sure.
Breaking a heart is a sin.
A sin worse then any other.
I can't take it anymore,
I can't hold myself together.
I let the mask fall,
once I'm in the red mustang.
I let it fall,
and I cry.
Ok so here's what i'v got. The first one is not aimed at anyone specifically (i promise) and the second...well you'll just have to ponder over it on your own. Hope you enjoy!
The Snake
He wears his skin stretched tight like a mask.
To see his eyes,
you must look past the disguise.
To find his heart,
you must tear him apart.
But beware of the fangs,
the poison they spread.
It will find your heart
before you can find your head.
And what is this poison
he spreads through your heart?
It is love,
swift and pure that kills from the start.
He found the key
and abused the lock.
But soon will come
the anger and shock.
Like wild floods from the mountains high,
like angelic choirs preaching in sky.
The epic blindness becomes the truth,
and you the fool who trusted so sure
that you were the epitome of youth.
To be invincible is to be unaware,
but this is a truth that so many share.
We must not abandon this "evil" called love,
but we must see the danger that looms up above.
So when you listen to the hissing of the snake,
think twice before you let him take
everything you have to give,
so that you have another way to live.
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I walked into a store one day and asked to buy a key. “We don’t sell such things!” the clerk said sternly. “This is a descent store I run here”. So I walked out the door to the sound of a bell, and continued down the sidewalk. As I passed a pile of rotting trash, a vagabond approached me limping to the left. “You looking for a key?” he said with a foul little wink. My legs told me to walk away, but my feet stayed put. I needed the key. He opened his moth-eaten jacket revealing the treasure. Gold ones, silver ones, big ones, small ones, house keys, car keys, keys, keys, keys! I felt the thrill filling up my veins, like a kid stealing money out of his mother’s purse. My hand reached out involuntarily, but the vagabond caught my wrist in the air. “It’s gonna cost you,” he said with a growl. Anything, anything. Just for one key! I tried to play it cool, like the street hustlers I’d seen on TV, but the excitement was too much to contain. “How badly do you want this?” he said holding out a particularly lustrous car key. I want it! I need it! Give it to me now!! “Just give me your mask, and this key is all yours”. I hesitated. I wanted the key, oh how I wanted it, but the fear suddenly filled me up. So I shook my head, too scared to speak, and walked away. A moment later, another man approached the vagabond. I kept on walking, ignoring the deal. Then I heard the roar of an engine, making me stop dead in my tracks. A red mustang purred to life. The man was holding the lustrous key, fondling it as it as he looked at the car. Without hesitating, he took off his mask, got in the car, and drove away. His reflection was beautiful even in the rear-view mirror.
Yay! first post for me :). Okay, this poem is not about the subjects that Hodara mentioned (I'm really, really sorry mr. H, i'm working on the one with the specific words :)) But i wrote it as a senior english poem and thought that it was pretty cool. Here goes it:
The Midnight Parade Came
Gibbering, howling cheering and stamping their feet as they danced down the street.
My friend and I left to watch the show, delaying our parent's punishment untl daylight.
The Giant had a cray look in his eyes, hardly visible under his mass of hair.
Gymnasts towered over him on painted wooden stilts.
We giggled and pointed at the Bearded lady,
But hid from a man whose skin was tattooed to resemble a cheetah's.
A handsome dancer passed, and my friends eyes lit up.
"Go and kiss him," she whispered, giggling
I shook my head
"I dare you."
I rolled my eyes and ran towards the dancer who was now ahead of me.
He stopped, and looked at me, as if he had heard my friends whispers.
OH MY GOD! so many typos in my poem. Corrections:
My friend and I left to watch the show, delaying our parent's punishment until daylight.
The Giant had a Crazy look in his eyes. . .
ok, not as many typos as i thought. . .
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