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  • Mom, this poetrydedication is foryou! I bet youthink that is reallyfunny since theother day you saidyou hated poetry.That is too bad foryou because I haveabout 50 slides foryou to read…
  • Don’t worry not all of the slides have poems onthem. Some of the slides I explain the meaningof the poem, and other things about it. I hope ithelps you to understand the poems and be ableto appreciate them. Some of the poems I evenwrote myself, which you have to like thosewhether you want to or not, because you are mymom.All of these poems are about life. Things thathappen in life, how some people view the thingsin life and so on. I think you’ll be able to relateto each of the poems in a certain way from thethings that happen, and how you live your life.So, sit back relax and enjoy reading!
  • The Old Year’s gone awayTo nothingness and night:We cannot find him all the dayNor hear him in the night:He left no footstep, mark or placeIn either shade or sun:The last year he’d a neighbour’s face,In this he’s known by none.Continued
  • All nothing everywhere:Mists we on mornings seeHave more of substance when they’re hereAnd more of form than he.He was a friend by every fire,In every cot and hall—A guest to every heart’s desire,And now he’s nought at all.Continued
  • Old papers thrown away,Old garments cast aside,The talk of yesterday,Are the things identified;But time once torn awayNo voices can recall:The eve of New Year’s DayLeft the Old Year lost to all.
  • John Clare treats the old year as a lostperson, in his reference to lost time. Clare iscontinually naming the old year as a ―he‖ asif the old year was someone. The theme ofthe poem is lost time. As the new year isapproaching the poet feels somewhat lost.He thinks of the old year as a type of―friend‖ that he can not get back. He alsoportrays the old year as a welcomed houseguest when he writes, ―A guest to everyheart’s desire.” He suggests that the old yearwas perfect and a ―friend‖ or ―guest‖ thateveryone would want to have.
  • There is plenty of personification used in thispoem. Almost every line gives humanqualities to a non-human object. An exampleof that is when the poem says that the oldyear didn’t leave a footstep.The poem uses imagery in the line ―Mists weon mornings see.” This reference makes thereader of the poem imagine a foggy morning.When the poem says, ―Old papers thrownaway, Old garments cast aside.‖ It makesimagine people getting rid of everything thatthey deem as old or used.
  • The Old Year is not a reflection of the timeperiod in which the poet wrote this poem, but itis effective to use for all years. As the sayinggoes, ―Out with the old and in with the new.‖People tend to forget about the old things insearch of something newer, better.As life goes on the new year will become the oldyear and the next year will take its place. Thelast day of the year, many people don’t think oftheir past, but focus on what they want toaccomplish the next year. Like the poemsays, ―The eve of New Year’s Day Left the OldYear lost to all.‖
  • Candle, candle burning bright,Shining with your wondrous light.A drop of wax I see you shed,In it the color red.A breath of air and you’ll be gone.Not an ugly duckling, a swan.Soon they’ll see your light like I do,Examine your every virtue.You’re more than they can handle.Just a small candle,With your flickering light.Candle, candle, you’re burning bright!
  • I wrote this poem when I was looking at thelittle candle sitting on my desk. It is just asmall thing. Most people prefer to get thebigger candles because they last longer. Justbecause the candle is small, it shouldn’t beover looked. If the power went out, the littlecandle could still provide light. If the candlewas knocked over, it could still start a fireand burn an entire house down. I think a lotof the time people over look the littlethings, seeing them as worthless.
  • Mom, one thing that you taught me about in lifeis, everyone can make a difference in this world andthe smallest things shouldn’t be over looked. To methe candle represents a person. It is someone who isbeating down by society, being told that it’s not goodenough or it doesn’t matter. But everyone is a part ofthis world. Sometimes the people we don’t expect itfrom make the biggest impacts in our lives and theworld.In the last stanza it says, ―You’re more than they canhandle. Just a small candle, With your flicking light.Candle, candle, you’re burning bright!” Meaning theworld better watch out, even the smallest thingshave the biggest impacts.
  • If I were hanged on the highest hill,Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!I know whose love would follow me still,Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!If were drowned in the deepest sea,Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!I know whose tears would come down to me.Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!If I were damned of a body and soul,I know whose prayers would make me whole,Mother o’ mine, O mother o’ mine!
  • In the poem ―Mother O’ Mine‖ the speaker ofthe poem is the person who wrote thepoem, Rudyard Kipling. He is talking abouthis mother in the poem, although he is nottalking to her. Kipling never uses the word―you.‖ So it is assumed that the audience ofhis poem could be anyone. He tells of howhis mother’s love is forever. No matter whatwould happen to him, or what he woulddo, his mother would love him.
  • In the first two stanzas the phrase ―Mother o’mine, O mother o’ mine!” is repeated everyother line. This shows his emphasize onaddressing his mother in the poem. In the laststanza Kipling created a tercet, cutting out theone line and only writing ―Mother o’ mine, Omother o’ mine!‖ once. I believe that he wroteit that way so he could end with a strong linewhich is the repetition of ―Mother o’ mine, Omother o’ mine!” These lines stand out from theothers because they are italicized. Thedifference of the lines makes me imagine thatsomeone would be singing the lines that areitalicized as if the poem were lyrics to a song.
  • It’s interesting that the only punctuation to enda sentence is a exclamation point. There arecommas in the poem, but they lead to theexclamation points. Using exclamation pointsshows the excitement in the lines and makes thepoem sound happy.The poem has a rhyming scheme of abab cbcbddb. This creates a fun sort of rhyme. With everyother line having a rhyme, it makes the poemfun in a sense. It also would make the poem easyto remember, if someone wanted to memorizeit.In life it is important to have a mother asdescribed in the poem. It is a great poem for hismother because it shows her unconditional love.
  • The leaves began to change color every day,Crisp, cooler air followed.My life was fading in the same way,Everything felt hollow.I should have seen the progressive changes,I let them pass me by without a notion.Things tend to happen when people age,It’s hard to not show emotion.The trees were starting to look bare,The liveliest part of them fallen to the ground.She was the same, not all of her was there.Her voice called to me with a different sound.I looked at my grandma and put on a smile,I knew just like autumn, she would only be around for a while.
  • This is a poem I knew you could relate to. Lastyear towards the end of summer, just when itwas starting to become fall and all of the leaveswere changing was when something else in ourlives changed too. It was as if Grandma wasthere, but she wasn’t anymore. Kind of like theleaves on the trees when they change colors andstart to fall off the branches. They arethere, but not really anymore. When I looked atthe trees outside and saw they were gettingbare, I looked at Grandma and saw the samething. Just like the trees, she was still there, butlike the leaves, the best part of her was gone.
  • Sometimes I think people over look summerand not see it going past them. They don’trealize that it is ending quickly or count thedays until it’s gone. I think people cansometimes be like that with otherpeople, they don’t see them changingbecause they don’t want to. They can knowthat it is happening, but they don’t want tosee it.Changes are a part of life. Whether it ispersonal changes or the changes of theseason, it is something that happens a littleeach day.
  • I measure every Grief I meetWith narrow, probing, eyes –I wonder if It weights like Mine –Or has an Easier size.I wonder if They bore it long –Or did it just begin –I could not tell the Date of Mine –It feels so old a painContinued
  • I wonder if it hurts to live –And if They have to try –And whether – could They choose between –It would not be – to die –I note that Some – gone patient long –At length, renew their smile –An imitation of a LightThat has so little Oil –I wonder if when Years have piled –Some Thousands – on the Harm –The hurt them early – such a lapseCould give them any Balm -Continued
  • Or would they go on aching stillThrough Centuries of Nerve –Enlightened to a larger Pain –In Contrast with the Love –The Grieved – are many – I am told –There is the various Cause –Death – is but one – and comes but once –And only nails the eyes –There’s Grief of Want – and grief of Cold –A sort they call ―Despair‖ –There’s Banishment from native Eyes –In sight of Native Air -Continued
  • And though I may not guess the kind –Correctly – yet to meA piercing Comfort it affordsIn passing Calvary –To note the fashions – of the Cross –And they’re mostly worn –Still fascinated to presumeThat Some – are like my own -
  • In this poem, Emily Dickinson is saying thatshe looks at how people are grieving. Shelikes to see how bad they are in pain. Sheuses a metaphor to say that she measuresevery grief. There is no way to actually sticksomeone’s grief up to a ruler and see howsevere it is. She is saying she goes over theirgrief inside her mind and thinks about howmuch pain that person is in.
  • Emily Dickinson is famous for capitalizingwords inside of her poems that don’tnecessarily need to be capitalized. In thebeginning of the poem she capitalizes wordssuch as, Grief, Mine, Easier, They, Date.These words draw attention to the grief sheis writing about in her poetry. When she usesthe word ―Mine‖, she is talking about hergrief. It can be looked at that these wordsare capitalized because they all havesomething to do with grieving or a personthat is grieving.
  • There is no definite rhyming pattern in thepoem. There are a few rhyming words, butmost have no rhyming in them at all. Many ofthe lines end in a dash. The dash makes thepoem come to a stop for a second. It isalmost as if the reader of the poem issuppose to take in the thought of what theyjust read before they go on and read more ofthe poem. This is especially seen as abruptwhen the dash is place in the middle of aline. It cuts the line into almost twoseparate, but the same, thoughts.
  • I think people do what Emily Dickinson doeswhen in her poem it says, ―I wonder if Itweights like Mine – Or has an Easier size.‖People are constantly relating their problemsto other people’s. They wonder if that personis suffering more than they are, if they aregoing through some what of a same situationas they went through. ―Still fascinated topresume That Some – are like my own –‖
  • I am the thing that you lack,Once gone never to return back.You can wish with all your might,I will never be in sight.I am something that you waste.Day by day without haste.If you realize,To yourself apologize.Continued
  • I am everywhere,Sometimes foul and others fair.Make me; shape me from your own,The consequences are unknown.I am what I am.Am I what I seem to be?Listen carefully.Spend me merrily.
  • I am one good candidate for wasting time, mostpeople are. Life goes on and they let it passthem by without realizing what they are reallypassing by. Time is an important thing, andshouldn’t be wasted. Look at you, you’re wastingyour time right now by reading this when youshould be doing something important! So stopreading this and get on with your life. Justkidding, don’t stop. Seriously, finish reading therest of this.If there is something that someone wants to doin life, they should do it. There are a lot ofpeople that say they want to do things but neverdo them.
  • People need to stop wasting their time withunimportant things such as watching TVconstantly or spending countless hours on theinternet. When you get down to it, thosearen’t the exciting things of life that you willremember years later. You probably won’teven remember weeks later what you weresurfing the web for or what happened in theTV show that you were watching that oneday.―Time for Life‖ is just a poem to encouragepeople to life their lives to the fullest andstop wasting their time on trivial things.
  • Hold fast to dreamsFor if dreams dieLife is a broken-winged birdThat cannot fly.Hold fast to dreamsFor when dreams goLife is a barred fieldFrozen with snow.
  • This poem is obvious in the fact that it states tonot give up on your dreams. It says that if youlet go of your dreams life is like a bird that can’tfly. If a bird couldn’t fly, there wouldn’t be muchfor it to do in its life. It couldn’t get in itsnest, or travel with ease. Its life would becomevery difficult and depressing. This is the samefor people who don’t have dreams. If peopledon’t have a dream or goal to reach, then whatare they to do? Life is like a field of frozen snow.You can’t see anything except for the frozenwhite ground. There is nothing but a coldfeeling.
  • Each stanza is in a quatrain with every otherline rhyming in the form of abab cdcd. Therhymes are perfect rhymes, they aren’talmost rhymes.The poem does create a sense of imagerywhen it talks about the broken-winged birdand the field of frozen snow. It is comparingthem to a person’s goals and the reader canvisualize the sad images of a field of frozensnow and a bird that can’t fly in connectionwith their goals and ambitions. Picturingthese things gives a sense of how terrible lifewould be if there were no dreams.
  • In this poem it is seems as very important to holdon to the dreams that you have and not give up.Each stanza starts off with, ―Hold fast todreams.‖ This stresses the message that the poetis trying to share in the repetition.Each stanza is written as if it were one sentence.The only punctuation is at the end of the stanza.It creates a steady pace in the poem. There areno pauses, except when the reader pauses toread the next stanza.Just like the poet I believe in dreams. No matterhow old you are, you still have dreams. I agreeto ―Hold fast to dreams.‖
  • I’m floating high up in the sky.Grasping for air, it was hard to adapt.No one knows unless they tried.Down below they mourn and grief.Another solution is to their disbelief.I was once on the ground.Feeling trampled on.I decided to turn it around.Someone told me to look above.There lies a heavenly dove.
  • ―Sky High‖ is a poem about feeling like youaccomplished something in life. It is all aboutbecoming positive. The ground refers to thenegative things in life, and the sky refers tobeing positive. Like the saying, ―There’s nowhere to go but up from here.‖ Basically, I’msaying that I’m up.I’ve been down before, you know what that islike. But there is always something to look up to.Example in this poem is a dove. It looks peacefuland happy soaring in the sky, who wouldn’t wantto have that too in their lives?
  • Sometimes I think it’s even hard to look up inlife. Things can be so negative all aroundyou, and life can not be going your way. It’sbetter to look up to the positive things in life.I’d rather be soaring in the clouds than lyingtrampled on the ground.The difficult part is getting to the clouds, unlessyou are taking a trip by air plane, then it shouldbe fairly easy. In the lines the poemsays, ―Grasping for air, it was hard to adapt.No one knows unless they tried.‖ It’s true no onedoes know what it takes to have the on top ofthe world feeling, unless they try to betterthemselves.
  • The Soul unto itselfIs an imperial friend –Or the most agonizing Spy –An Enemy – could send –Secure against its own –No treason it can fear –Itself – its Sovereign – of itselfThe Soul should stand in Awe -
  • In this poem the soul is viewed as a person’sconscience. In the lines, ―Is an imperialfriend – Or the most agonizing Spy – AnEnemy – could send –‖ It is saying that yourconscience can make you feel guilty whenyou did something you know is wrong. Thefeeling will eat at your soul.The best thing about the soul is that it willalways be your friend. It will never turn youin or go up against you. As the linessays, ―The Soul should stand in Awe –”
  • There is almost no rhyming done in thepoem. The only rhyming is the words―friend‖ and ―send‖. I believe that this poemwasn’t meant to be a rhyming poem. Thosewords may have be written to rhyme, but Ithink they were wrote because of themeaning in the poem. The poem meaning isstrong no matter if it has rhyming words ornot. The meaning is that the soul can reallybe your best friend or worst enemydepending on the situation.
  • The words capitalized inside the poem arewords that are used to describe the soul.Soul, Spy, Enemy, Secure, Sovereign, Awe.Just like in other poems written by EmilyDickinson, she uses dashes in the poetry. Thedashes create a sudden pause in thepoem, more than a comma or period woulddo. It is as if you stop and think about whatyou read, before reading the next words.
  • Emily Dickinson was correct in portraying thesoul as she did. When she talks about thesoul it makes the reader imaginethemselves, because they are their soul. Itmakes you think about yourself and youractions. In a sense the poem does useimagery for that factor. Although it does notmake you imagine it by describing how thesoul looks. The poem gives characters of thesoul, which lead to people forming their ownpicture of their soul inside their heads.
  • On this day in MayIt’s said to honor your mother.Think of her in every way.Treat her unlike any other.Think of her as the best.Treat her like a queen.On this day in May,People buy nice cards.Flowers in bouquets,Affection isn’t hard.Sometimes the only day,Presents whatever they may be. Continued
  • On this day in May,Everyone seems to know,Their mother on that day.Every day they should show,Their mother how they love her,Just one day it shouldn’t be.
  • Mom I wrote this poem specially for you! Iknow how you are against the way somepeople act on mother’s day. It is as if theyonly know their mom because a calendar toldthem they should go and spend time withher. I view the same opinion on this. What isthe point of being nice to your mom on justone day and the rest of the year do nothing?People should be nice to their moms everyday, no matter if it is a holiday or not. It isnot necessarily that their mother needs apresent, because that doesn’t matter tomost moms.
  • Although presents are nice and everyonelikes gifts, they aren’t important. Peopleshould be nice to their moms every day toshow them that they care about them. Theydon’t need to send them a card or flowersevery day that they care. They just need tobe nice towards them.What I like about this poem that I wrote isthat in the beginning it seems like I am goingto be talking about the importance ofMother’s Day, when I actually end it by sayinghow people should treat their mother as ifevery day were Mother’s Day.
  • I do think that Mother’s Day can be a goodholiday and it is an opportunity to spendtime with your mother but as the poemsays, ―Just one day it shouldn’t be.”
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