“My Grandmother” My Grandmother is sweeter than the sweetest smelling flower, And her kindness rises above the very tallest tower. Even though she‟s old in age, her beauty is immense,And when you feel invisible, she shows you your importance.She thinks of others before herself, and goes out of her way to be kind.She never boasts or complains, and she keeps an open mind.I love my Grandma very much because she‟s been so kind to me,She needs to understand that she makes many people in her life, very happy. -Amanda Isenberger
Dear Grandma,You are my muse for this project because you‟re so amazing, and you don‟t realize it. I want you to know that when the times were so tough, and I felt like there was no hope, you were the one thing that kept me going. You helped me see the light at the end of the tunnel, and you aided me in realizing that everything was going to be okay.You‟re so thoughtful in everything you do, and I just wanted to say thank you. I couldn‟t have asked for a better person to be called my Grandma. I love you.Love, Amanda.
“A Poison Tree”I was angry with my friend: I told my wrath, my wrath did end. I was angry with my foe: I told it not, my wrath did grow. And I watered it in fears, Night and morning with my tears; And I sunned it with smiles, And with soft deceitful wiles. And it grew both day and night, Till it bore an apple bright. And my foe beheld it shine. And he knew that it was mine, And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole; In the morning glad I see My foe outstretched beneath the tree.William Blake
“A Poison Tree” by William Blake is a very Knowledge of Good and Evil from the powerful poem that describes what Garden of Eden. It seems as if William happens when you let anger seep into your Blake feels God falsely led Adam and Eve to thoughts and corrupt your actions. At a first believe that he was their friend, and the glance, I thought the speaker was William tempted them to eat the fruit of the Blake, and that he was telling a story about forbidden tree. The tone of “A Poison Tree” how his wrath had helped him get rid of his is satisfaction. The speaker‟s satisfied with enemy. However, as I slowly started to peel his work, and he show‟s no remorse for back the poem‟s thick layers, I discovered what he‟s done. Blake is basically saying something much deeper. that God‟s heart was hardened againstThe speaker metaphorically compares his Adam and Eve, and that he was pleased anger to a seed. When he was angry with a when they disobeyed him. friend, he didn‟t want to plant the seed. The thing that hit me the hardest in the poem But when he was angry with his foe, he not is the main theme. The theme is the power only planted the seed, but nourished it of anger. I always thought that we were until it was a thriving plant. The plant bore ruled by our emotions, anger being the fruit, and since it was fed with evil, the most powerful and dictating emotion. But fruit was poisonous. The foe, thinking that in actuality, anger has no supremacy over the speaker was his friend, and that the you. You choose to give anger all the power apple would do him no harm, ate from his it has, and that‟s the reason why I chose poison tree, and was found dead this poem. I‟ve always had a hard time underneath it the next morning. The with controlling my anger at certain times, speaker was pleased that his foe had fallen and this poem made me realize that anger into his deceptive trap, and that he had rid has no power over you; you choose to give himself of his enemy. William Blake wanted it power. the speaker to represent God, and his terrible “foe” represented Adam and Eve. The poison tree that grew and bore toxic fruit was supposed to represent the Tree of
“The Lion and the Lamb” It came in like a lamb, Its warmth and beauty on high. It brought beautiful flowers and cloudless skies, It brought rainless days, and blooming trees. It brought magnificent and amazing memories. Then one day, everything changed. It grew grey and dark and cold. There‟s now frost on the beautiful flowers, And the warmth was replaced with ice. The rain and fog has been thick for awhile, The sorrow on my heart has grown.I thought the days of summer were fast approaching, But now I see the truth. I was fooled by the Lamb, And now, I‟m face to face with the Lion.
This poem is about the month was looking forward to of March‟s phrase, “It goes enjoying the warm, in like a lion, and comes out comfortable days of spring like a lamb; or it goes in very much. like a lamb, and comes out I chose this poem for you like a lion.” In this poem, because I remembered that March came in like a lamb, when you read this poem, and the speaker was fooled you really enjoyed it. I by it. He was so happy that wanted it to be dedicated it the days were warm, and you, so that if you‟re ever the skies were cloudless, deceived by the Lamb, that he forgot that the you‟ll know that you rainy, frosty, and dreary weren‟t the only one. days were approaching faster and faster. However, in the end of the poem, the speaker realizes his terrible mistake, and his heart grows weary because he
“A Dream”In visions of the dark night I have dreamed of joy departed- But a waking dream of life and light Hath left me broken-hearted. Ah! what is not a dream by day To him whose eyes are cast On things around him with a ray Turned back upon the past? That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding. What though that light, thro storm and night, So trembled from afar- What could there be more purely bright In Truths day-star?Edgar Allan Poe
The Poem “A Dream” by Edgar Allan Poe and you sleep best in the darkness. is a very descriptive poem about how The line, “On things around him with reality is sometimes darker than the a ray, turned back upon the past,” blackest night. For the speaker of the alludes that the speaker is longing for poem, reality doesn‟t seem to have another life, a life that he perhaps treated him kindly. In the first found in the past; a life that he let stanza, he says, “In visions of the slip out of his grasp. dark night, I have dreamed of joy I wanted to share this poem with you, departed, but awaking dream of life not because I think you‟re depressed, and light, hath left me broken but because I think that in some hearted. This stanza explains why the point in our lives, we want to just speaker feels the way he does. He slip away from reality, and flourish in states that everything that brought a dream. However, we know we can‟t him joy has left him, so he may do that because the truth is, there‟s possibly be talking about a lover. He no escaping reality. There was a point also says, “hath left me broken- in time where I wanted to slip away hearted,” which could also back up and feel sorry for myself, but you the idea of his “joy” being a lost made me pick myself back up, and love. I‟m forever grateful to you forThe tone of this poem is sadness and helping me back on my feet. depression. The speaker seems to feel as if the only way he can escape the darkness of his reality is to thrive in his dreams. This is ironic, because dreaming requires you to be asleep,
“Then it all Begins”I stand there pawing at the dirt,Behind the cold, steel starting gate.The dust is thick, the tension‟s high,Snort‟s and kicking ring down the line.Inhaling deep, my nostrils flaring,I see my breath, but I don‟t feel the cold.I‟m dead set on winning,But I can‟t help fear what this race will hold.The trumpets blast, the crowd lets out a magnificent roar,Any second now, we‟ll be set free from behind the barring steel door.My rider‟s calm, soothing voice whispers in my ear,I don‟t know what he‟s saying, but I feel our vital bond.There‟s no more time to think, I know we‟re starting soon,I hear the boom, the clank of the gate, and the thundering hooves.And then it all begins.
The poem “Then it all Begins” outcome of the race is left is a very unusual poem in to the mind of the reader, the fact that the speaker is which gives the poem a a horse. The speaker is sense of mystery. describing an intense horse I chose this poem for you race that he‟s partaking in. because I know how much He is very afraid of what you love horse races. I think the race will hold, yet he‟s that most people don‟t ready to participate in the think about how the horse race and have it over with. feels during the anticipating The speaker talks about his races, so this poem is a connection with his rider, breath of fresh air. and how his soothing words help calm his nerves. However, the soothing words don‟t completely calm his nerves, because tension keeps building during the poem. The
Annabel Lee Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.It was many and many a year ago, But our love it was stronger by far than the In a kingdom by the sea, love That a maiden there lived whom you may know Of those who were older than we- By the name of ANNABEL LEE; Of many far wiser than we- And this maiden she lived with no other And neither the angels in heaven above, thought Nor the demons down under the sea, Than to love and be loved by me. Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee. I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; For the moon never beams without bringing me But we loved with a love that was more than dreams love- Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; I and my Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven eyes Coveted her and me. Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the And this was the reason that, long ago, side In this kingdom by the sea, Of my darling- my darling- my life and my A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling bride, My beautiful Annabel Lee; In the sepulchre there by the sea, So that her highborn kinsman came In her tomb by the sounding sea. And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea. Edgar Allan Poe The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
“Annabel Lee” Explication even though Annabel Lee represent goodness, for theWhen I first read the poem, has been taken from him, cause of his pain. He claims “Annabel Lee” by Edgar their love not only that they were jealous of Allan Poe, I almost cried. It continues to thrive past the he and Annabel Lee‟s love, seemed as if the speaker‟s grave, but also that their and they wanted it to end; chest ripped itself open, love will never be torn “The angels, not half so and this was what came apart by supernatural happy in heaven, /Went pouring out. The speaker is forces. envying her and me-/Yes! - a very heartbroken man, There are many images used in that was the reason (as all and he uses this poem to this poem. The sign of men know,/In this kingdom describe his relationship he imagery that is seen in this by the sea)/That the wind and his mysterious lover, poem is in the line, “In the came out of the cloud by Annabel Lee. He obviously kingdom by the sea.” The night,/ Chilling and killing loves Annabel Lee very speaker thinks of Annabel my Annabel Lee.” much, and thinks about Lee as his princess, and he I thought you‟d enjoy this their relationship often, is her prince. Their poem purely because I even though Annabel Lee kingdom by the sea enjoyed it. We have similar has passed away. The lines, represents happiness and tastes, and this poem really “But our love it was wealth, and it seems as if spoke to me. Also, I know stronger by far than the they‟re living comfortably. that many people think love/Of those who were However, the image of the that Edgar Allan Poe was a older than we-/Of many far sea changes throughout the twisted writer. I want you wiser than we-/And neither course of the poem. to know that there is a soft the angels in heaven Towards the end of the side to Edgar Allan Poe, and above,/Nor the demons/ poem, the speaker uses the that he doesn‟t seem to be down under the sea,/Can sea to describe how cold, as twisted and evil as some ever dissever my soul from lonely, and tormented he of his writings make him to the soul/Of the beautiful feels. He blames the angles be. Annabel Lee,” allude that of heaven, who usually
“About the Beach”My sandy shores,My clear waters,And my beaches filled with shells,Is very popular.My cloudless skies,My perfect weather,And the smell of suntan lotion,Is very popular.My welcoming waters,My perfect waves,And the fact that I never slow down,Is very popular.But most of all,My way of making each and every day an exciting new adventure,Is very popular.
The poem, “About the Beach” describes everything wonderful about the beach. When the beaches‟ best qualities are being described, they‟re being described in the first person point of view. That makes the speaker of the poem the beach itself; and he seems to be very arrogant and self absorbed. The speaker has let his popularity get into his head and seep into his thoughts; and he has no problem with flaunting the fact that he is admired by many, and that people from around the world travel every summer to the beach to see him in all his glory.I chose to use this poem in my dedication project because I know how much you love the beach, and how little you get to experience all the wonderful qualities of the beach. I wanted you to have this poem so that every time you have the urge to wiggle you toes around in the sand, or feel the coolness of the ocean, or feel the nice, comfortable ocean breeze travel through your hair, you‟ll have this poem to look at.
“Shall I compare thee to a summers day?”Shall I compare thee to a summers day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And summers lease hath all too short a date. Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines, And often is his gold complexion dimmed; And every fair from fair sometime declines, By chance, or natures changing course, untrimmed; But thy eternal summer shall not fade, Nor lose possession of that fair thou owst, Nor shall death brag thou wandrest in his shade, When in eternal lines to Time thou growst. So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see, So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.William Shakespeare
“Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s knows it‟s about them; unless you wrote Day?” it about yourself. The speaker is hisWhen you think of the poem, “Shall I lover, or he‟s in love with himself, to Compare Thee to a Summer‟s Day?” by put it simply. William Shakespeare, you think of the He‟s so proud of his writings, and he wants perfect symbol of love; the poem every the memory of them to last until the man should recite to his lover. However, end of time, and makes it very clear in if you begin to prowl the musty depths the lines, “So long as men can breathe of the poem, you realize it contains a or eyes can see/So long lives this, and dark secret hidden underneath its this gives life to thee.” What‟s a better innocent surface. way to have your poems rememberedWhen I first read the line, “And summer‟s than by writing a sappy love letter that lease hath all too short a date; but thy you know will be passed down eternal summer shall not fade,” I generation through generation? I chose thought the speaker was saying that this poem for you because I thought even though the beautiful days of you‟d find it interesting. You like to look Summer fade away quickly, his lover‟s at things outside the box, at this poem beauty does not. But when I started can be looked at in many different thinking about his lover, I realized that ways. there was no sign of this “lover” being real. The speaker never mentions the lover‟s features, personality or anything about the lover at all. I think that if you were going to take the time to write a love letter, you would want to make sure the person you‟ve written it to,
“Food, Food, Food”I‟m in love with every food,But Italian is the best.Each dish is so unique and yummy,It out does all the rest.I love the pizza,Spaghetti and meatballs,And the calamari, too.I love the veal,The meaty baked ziti,And the Pasta E. Fagioli.All the flavors are so tasty,When they come together as one.
The poem, “Food, Food, Food” is meant to make your mouth water, and to make you crave Italian food, every time you read it. The speaker doesn‟t go into immense detail about one certain food, but instead, he brings up many different types of Italian food. The speaker probably does this because he knows that not all foods appeal to everyone. However, he knows that the poem is more likely to speak to more people, if he talks about many different Italian foods, instead of focusing on just one.I wrote this poem for you because I know how much you look forward eating spaghetti and meatballs when you come to visit. There aren‟t many Italian restaurants where you live, so Italian food is kind of considered a delicacy to you. The next time you think, „Boy, I wish I could have just a little taste of that delicious Italian food’, you can look to this poem, and even though it won‟t satisfy your hunger for Italian food, it will help you think back on the times we‟ve spent together eating out at restaurants, and making vital memories.
“Fire And Ice”by Robert FrostSome say the world will end in fire; Some say in ice. From what Ive tasted of desire I hold with those who favor fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate To know that for destruction ice Is also great And would suffice.
At first, the poem, “Fire and Ice” seems to be a tad bit confusing. It‟s a very short poem, which means that there is a lot of information packed into a few short lines. The subject of this poem is whether the world is going to end in fire, or in ice. At first, the speaker states that he agrees with the group of people that think the world will end in fire. He bases his reasons as to why he thinks the world will end in fire with the mere lines, “From what I‟ve tasted of desire/ I hold with those who favor fire.”However, as the poem progresses, the speaker seems to rethink his decision to agree with the people who favor fire. The lines, “I think I know enough of hate/ to know that for destruction ice/ is also great,” show the reasons why the speaker also agrees with the people who favor fire.I chose this poem for you, because I know you like to hear other people‟s opinions on how they think the world is going to end. You‟re very curious about those types of things, and I think you could see this poem in many different ways.
“You and I… and Davoo”Through the years, we‟ve traveled down many roads.We‟ve been to places no one really knows,We‟ve been to places like Terlingua, where the cactuses grow.We‟ve visited four presidents carved into stone,We‟ve snuck across the border and into Mexico,We‟ve been rafting, climbing, and your flight once got cancelled by a large amount of snow.We‟ve traveled to Wyoming, and been to Yellowstone,We‟ve been to Bear Country and you old ranch home.We‟ve driven to North Dakota to pan for gold,We‟ve tried to crash a wedding, in Amarillo.We‟ve learned that special moments like these come and go,But we‟ve learned to keep these memories with us, wherever we go.
The poem, “You and I… and Davoo” is a mash-up of all the wonderful times the speaker and an unaddressed person have had together. The speaker wanted the poem to be very personal, but not so personal that someone reading the poem that didn‟t have the knowledge of the speaker and the addressee couldn‟t understand what was occurring during the poem. The title of the poem seems irrelevant to the content of the poem, so perhaps the title is an inside joke between the speaker and the person the poem is addressed to. Also, the title could be a way for the person the poem is addressed to, to know that it‟s to them by just reading the title.I‟ve dedicated this poem to you, because I wouldn‟t have had any of those experiences without you. We‟ve been to the places we‟ve been, and we‟ve seen the things we‟ve seen because you made it happen. Not everyone can say that they‟ve snuck into Mexico, or that they‟ve tried to crash a wedding filled with cowboys!
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