11.18.2014
Poem Types
Since I am assigned poetry in school, i will brush up on some different types. Also, this is a great thing to do when you are bored.
An acrostic poem, is a simple, and very popular poem to make. You have probably done it for a last minute card for your mother.
Marvelous
Optimistic
Magnificent
except it has many forms...
Mine is the best
Of all the rest
Marvelous
aMazing
mOtivating
eMotional (that was uncalled for)
A cinquain poem is made up of five lines that do not rhyme, and they all have a certain number of syllables
Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables
My Blog
Mysterious
With Poems And Stories
Imagination Is The Key
You'll See
An echo poem is when the last word of a poem line is echo'd or repeated as a different word underneath that line
I whisper into the rain
pain
But only year a patter
splatter
I cry into the cloud
loud
But only silence is heard
bird
(that was weird but oh well)
This is a tanka poem,
I think of these as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you get both sides morphed together
An acrostic poem, is a simple, and very popular poem to make. You have probably done it for a last minute card for your mother.
Marvelous
Optimistic
Magnificent
except it has many forms...
Mine is the best
Of all the rest
Marvelous
aMazing
mOtivating
eMotional (that was uncalled for)
A cinquain poem is made up of five lines that do not rhyme, and they all have a certain number of syllables
Line 1: 2 syllables
Line 2: 4 syllables
Line 3: 6 syllables
Line 4: 8 syllables
Line 5: 2 syllables
My Blog
Mysterious
With Poems And Stories
Imagination Is The Key
You'll See
An echo poem is when the last word of a poem line is echo'd or repeated as a different word underneath that line
I whisper into the rain
pain
But only year a patter
splatter
I cry into the cloud
loud
But only silence is heard
bird
(that was weird but oh well)
This is a tanka poem,
Line 1 – 5 syllables
Line 2 – 7 syllables
Line 3 – 5 syllables
Line 4 – 7 syllables
Line 5 – 7 syllables
Line 2 – 7 syllables
Line 3 – 5 syllables
Line 4 – 7 syllables
Line 5 – 7 syllables
My dog's name is jack
His colors are white and black
He is dominant
But he will mean you no harm
To me he is a real charm
Diamante Poem is a poem in the shape of a diamond.
I think of these as a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, you get both sides morphed together
Line 1 - Subject
Line 2 - Two describing words about line 1
Line 3 - Three doing words about line 1
Line 4 - A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7
Line 5 - Three doing words about line 7
Line 6 - Two describing words about line 7
Line 7 - End subject
Line 2 - Two describing words about line 1
Line 3 - Three doing words about line 1
Line 4 - A short phrase about line 1, a short phrase about line 7
Line 5 - Three doing words about line 7
Line 6 - Two describing words about line 7
Line 7 - End subject
Batman
Mysterious, Quiet
Fighting, Flying, Capturing
Finding Bad Guys, Running From Good Guys
Pranking, Laughing, Fighting
Creepy, Scary
Joker
It's Me, Mrs. Stevens!
Joker
A Kennings Poem is a two-words per line poem describing someone or something
My Brother
diaper-user
scream-blaster
food-eater
tail-puller
nap-hater
food-snatcher
spider-catcher
sister-beater
that baby
my brother
A Haiku is VERY simple
Line 1 - 5 Syllables
Line 2 - 7 Syllables
Line 3 - 5 Syllables
A Haiku is VERY simple
Line 1 - 5 Syllables
Line 2 - 7 Syllables
Line 3 - 5 Syllables
If only you knew
that this is not a poem
it is a haiku
i wrote this for you
i think it is very new
that i write haikus
Thank You! Only a few techniques, but i think that's enough for the whopping 0 people who read this blog.
It's Me, Mrs. Stevens!
-xx Anonymous #1
Storem
I have not been blogging anything personal, and i will keep it that way. But I would like to introduce you to my storems. (i made that up)
Storem (s·toe·rim) -noun-
a mixture of a poem and a short story
If you read my blog, you will see these short stories, I want to tell you how i make them.
Here are the steps:
- Think of emotions. Do you want your Storem to be sad, happy, mysterious, or etc.
- Think of a moment that features this feeling.
Example,
Sad: death, leaving, break-up
- Now make up your scenario, maybe you want to write about a great relationship coming to a halt because of death. (morbid i know)
- Make your characters, think of their features. Maybe you would say… “a tear drips down her freckled cheek”
- Put it all together in a mysterious way.
In my storems, sometimes you have no idea what’s happening. But that’s what I LOVE about them. You make your own story!
Here is my plotting so you can see how i plan these out:
I don’t write this stuff down, i just think it. I am going to use a storem i already have.
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I sit in the chair by the bed, staring at Cheyenne.
She sleeps.
I watch her breathing. It fluctuates like the wind.
High.
Low.
Fast.
Slow.
She gasps to life and smiles when she sees me. I smile back, but squeeze her hand tightly.
My best friend is dying.
"I guess now we can't do fashion shows in the bathroom," she wheezes as i laugh.
A tear drips down my cheek.
How will I survive?
She coughs.
Once.
Twice.
Harder.
Three times.
I scream for a doctor to come,
but it's too late.
When I do, i look back at Cheyenne.
Her eyes are closed, but her lips are still smiling.
I let go of her hand and cry for her to wake up.
I scream
"do something,"
But she is dead.
She is gone.
Feeling: Sad
Scenario: Relationship at end due to death
Characters: Cheyenne and Friend
REMEMBER TO MAKE THE READER FEEL WHAT THE CHARACTER IS FEELING
-xx Anonymous #1
-xx Anonymous #1
Haiku
If only you knew
that this is not a poem
it is a haiku
i wrote this for you
i think it is very new
that i write haikus
-xx Anonymous #1
-xx Anonymous #1
11.17.2014
Gone
A quick storem by me
I sit in the chair by the bed, staring at Cheyenne.
She sleeps.
I watch her breathing. It fluctuates like the wind.
High.
Low.
Fast.
Slow.
She gasps to life and smiles when she sees me. I smile back, but squeeze her hand tightly.
My best friend is dying.
"I guess now we can't do fashion shows in the bathroom," she wheezes as i laugh.
A tear drips down my cheek.
How will I survive?
She coughs.
Once.
Twice.
Harder.
Three times.
I scream for a doctor to come,
but it's too late.
When I do, i look back at Cheyenne.
Her eyes are closed, but her lips are still smiling.
I let go of her hand and cry for her to wake up.
I scream
"do something,"
But she is dead.
She is gone.
-xx Anonymous #1
I sit in the chair by the bed, staring at Cheyenne.
She sleeps.
I watch her breathing. It fluctuates like the wind.
High.
Low.
Fast.
Slow.
She gasps to life and smiles when she sees me. I smile back, but squeeze her hand tightly.
My best friend is dying.
"I guess now we can't do fashion shows in the bathroom," she wheezes as i laugh.
A tear drips down my cheek.
How will I survive?
She coughs.
Once.
Twice.
Harder.
Three times.
I scream for a doctor to come,
but it's too late.
When I do, i look back at Cheyenne.
Her eyes are closed, but her lips are still smiling.
I let go of her hand and cry for her to wake up.
I scream
"do something,"
But she is dead.
She is gone.
-xx Anonymous #1
11.14.2014
Illusion
Here lies a girl who was told she was loved
but never was.
but never was.
An illusion of family
No where to go
Where are her friends?
You may ask.
Gone.
All in the plan.
The plan of an illusion.
The illusion of love.
No where to go
Where are her friends?
You may ask.
Gone.
All in the plan.
The plan of an illusion.
The illusion of love.
She sleeps to distract herself from reality.
But even her dreams haunt her.
More people are in the plan.
If she didn't sleep,
She would cry.
Yes she would cry.
All.
Day.
Long.
But even her dreams haunt her.
More people are in the plan.
If she didn't sleep,
She would cry.
Yes she would cry.
All.
Day.
Long.
Until she would break.
Her soul shattered into tiny pieces.
Her soul shattered into tiny pieces.
Her death would be unknown.
Because sometimes,
Because sometimes,
Sometimes the illusion can trick others too.
Then they can't see the ones they are made to love.
Then they can't see the ones they are made to love.
The ones who are dying.
because.
of.
them.
A Random Poem I Made, Not About Me....
-xx Anonymous #1
because.
of.
them.
A Random Poem I Made, Not About Me....
-xx Anonymous #1
11.03.2014
Nova
I can do this.
I've already changed my look. I am different. I'm not who I used to be. what I used to be.
"There's no going back," I whisper to myself as I walk slowly towards the train.
The old me is gone
Beatrice Is Gone.
But I am here
I. Am.
Nova. \\
Not sure if anyone even reads these.
-xx Anonymous #1
-xx Anonymous #1
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