Poetry Dedication Project 2012 Dedication PageTo Mom and Dad, I dedicate these poems and this project to you for many reasons. One as a thank you forall the things you have done for me as I’ve grown up. Mom, thank you for all the thousands of times you made dinner for me, for all the timesyou checked my boring school papers, for all the times you read me Shel Silverstein, for all thetimes you drove me to piano, for the times you were there for me when I was sick and foreverything else you’ve done for me. Dad, thank you for being a great mentor on how to be a man of character, for being anexample for us, for teaching me how to be a hard worker when many kids don’t know how, forshowing me how the washing machine works, for being the inspiration behind building the “pighut,” for helping us on our 4H show days and for being my dad. Two because I think you’ll both enjoy the variety of poems I have picked to analyze. Thepoems are in order of one of mine, then a published, then one of mine and etc. etc. So thanksagain! Enjoy
Truffula TownShe wanted a Truffula tree,Mine did,So I got her one,Said, “This is for you, from me.”Her eyes widened,Her jaw dropped into a smile,She threw her arms round my neck,Whispered, “Is this real or pretend?”I took her in mine,Smiled,Whispered back, “For me to know,For you to find.”We took it out in the forest,Planted it secretly,Together we watched it grow,It grew taller and better than the rest.It’s our getaway place,Her and I,Solely for relaxing,It’s a homey space.Now our tree is all grown,We harvested the seeds,Planted a hundred more,Now we have Truffula Town. I wrote this poem for a girl who is special to me. We have an ongoing inside joke aboutTruffula Tree from Dr. Seuss’s “The Lorax” so I decided to write a poem about it. This is just ahypothetical idea that if we were together and I had a Truffula seed, we would plant a forest ofTruffula trees and watch them grow. This girl has an obsession with Dr. Seuss’s imaginarytrees, so reading this poem made her laugh. The poem consists of seven stanzas of four line easy to understand poetry with ABCArhyme scheme. The tone of this poem is of gentle caring voice. There isn’t really any titlesymbolism in this poem other than the obvious fact that we plant and care for Truffula Town inthe deep reaches of the forest. I like to think of this poem, not as a love poem, but as anappreciation of a great friendship. Some people can’t really imagine a teenage boy and girl justbeing friends, but she and I are just that and have a great relationship. I am very thankful forthat.
Often times when I’m having a hard time, I can talk to her about it, and vice versa. Wegive each other advice and comfort in times of distress. She’s the girl I wrote the Chameleonand Lightning Storm poem for as seen below. She’s a great friend and I wouldn’t trade thatfriendship for anything. Often times we as humans take things for granted, for example,relationships. I encourage you, reader, to not take your relationships or friendships for granted.Seize them and cherish them.Forgotten LanguagebyShel SilversteinOnce I spoke the language of the flowers,Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,And shared a conversation with the houseflyin my bed.Once I heard and answered all the questionsof the crickets,And joined the crying of each falling dyingflake of snow,Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .How did it go?How did it go? Shel Silverstein writes poetry for children and has many different volumes. Thisparticular poem comes from the volume, “Where the Sidewalk Ends,” which was published in1974. The poem Forgotten Language by Shel Silverstein is presumably about the author. Hespeaks of once understanding and knowing the, “…language of the flowers…” and talking,“…with the housefly…” which one can interpret as being a child and seeing the world for thefirst time. The reader can assume that because a child cannot talk to any other humans,Silverstein believes they are the closet to nature out of all of humanity. The title symbolism of this poem, is about when a child grows older, and they begin tolearn to speak, then the “language” of babies is forgotten. Silverstein insinuates that this “babylanguage” is the closet human capability of speaking with and being a part of nature. Dynamicsof the poem include a very loose rhyme scheme with an even looser overall structure. The rhymescheme of the entire poem is ABCBDEFEE. The tone of the poem is gentle and passive, almostlike a child asking a question right before they drift off to sleep. The theme of this poem is one ofreflection as an older person reflects back on when they were a child. Silverstein uses easy tounderstand language because he mostly writes for children. In this easy to understand language,he incorporates many vivid pictures for the reader such as speaking with flowers, caterpillars,starlings, houseflies, crickets and snowflakes. I included this poem in this dedication because my mother. When we were little, she usedto read Shel Silverstein poems to my brothers and I before we went to bed. She would alwaysread them with different voices and with different emotions. I have great memories of herreading Silverstein to us.
The Discus ChuckerI spin round and keep my body tight.A heave ho and it’s off in flight,I release with a battle cry,It soars into the sky.Then I stop my turn,I watch it sail and try to learn.Try to understand what went wrong,It has its own kind of song.If you don’t play it perfect,Then the entire throw is a defect. I wrote this poem during track season while I was mentally preparing for a meet later inthe day. I’m a thrower, so when we arrive at the track, the team splits up into its different groups:runners, sprinters, jumpers and throwers. The throwing pits are usually away from the track, sowe have to lug our heavy gear all the way over to the pits. Therefore, throwers usually have afeeling of being a completely different track team because we are nowhere near the other part ofthe actual team. This gives us a bond of a something close to that of a tightly knit family. This poem paints a vivid picture line by line of a thrower throwing a discus. The propertechnique is to spin, and then some yell when they release the implement, next you stop yourmomentum to watch the disc land. Judging on how the disc flew and landed, you can tell whatyou did wrong and how to improve your next throw. I included this poem because I believe this gives a very accurate picture of a personthrowing a discus. I also included it because I find track to be a very fun sport. It’s an individualsport but also a team sport, much like wrestling. But it’s more than that, I like track because ofthe throwing community. When you go to a meet, other throwers are encouraging and supportiveof each other even though we’re on different teams. It’s a very unique sport and event.Messy RoombyShel SilversteinWhosever room this is should be ashamed!His underwear is hanging on the lamp.His raincoat is there in the overstuffed chair,And the chair is becoming quite mucky and damp.His workbook is wedged in the window,His sweaters been thrown on the floor.His scarf and one ski are beneath the TV,And his pants have been carelessly hung on the door.His books are all jammed in the closet,His vest has been left in the hall.A lizard named Ed is asleep in his bed,And his smelly old sock has been stuck to the wall.Whosever room this is should be ashamed!
Donald or Robert or Willie or--Huh? You say its mine? Oh, dear,I knew it looked familiar! Shel Silverstein writes poetry for children and has many different volumes. Thisparticular poem comes from the volume “A Light in the Attic,” which was published in 1981.The poem Messy Room by Shel Silverstein is about a boy who is complaining about a messybedroom. The boy asks whose room it is, but then realizes the room belongs to him. The boy ispresumably speaking quite loudly, if not yelling, to the other members of the household while hedescribes the room very vividly using adjectives like, “overstuffed,” “mucky” and “smelly old”to describe chairs and socks. The poem is written in Iambic pentameter with an ABCB, DEFE rhyme scheme. Aspreviously stated there are many instances where Silverstein uses vivid language and imagery toshow the scene to his readers as opposed “telling” the scene. For example, Silverstein usesalliteration in the fifth line when he says, “…workbook is wedged in the window…” The tone ofthe poem is mixture of frustration in the beginning when the speaker is examining the room.Then the tone shifts to possible bewilderment and embarrassment as the speaker realizes theroom is his own. The title symbolism of this poem is self-explanatory because the poem is abouta messy room. Silverstein does not use complicated language or words in his works making iteasier for a younger child to comprehend. Some people might believe that this poem has a deeper meaning other than the obviousmeaning being just a silly child’s poem. Some might believe that this could be a father looking athis room from earlier in his life; before he knows that it’s his room, he points out all the thingswrong with it. Then the father realizes what he’s looking at, and his point of view of his own lifeis changed. Silverstein also could have been saying something like not to “judge a book by itscover.” Personally, I believe this poem was just meant to be a light and happy poem for children. As stated in a previous Silverstein explication, I included this poem in this dedicationbecause of my mother. She always read to my brothers and I before we went to bed and she oftenread us Silverstein using different voices and such.Chameleon and Lightning StormThe chameleon sits in disguise,One eye watching left, the other right,Waiting for some lonely insect to wander by,It strikes with speed and accuracy and devours its meal.The articulate lightning storm displays great patience as it waits for the right moment,Then suddenly, the sky is lit as the lightning looks for a place to touch down,Furious, it does not find a high enough place, and moves on,But then, it strikes a tree and devours it in flames. I wrote this poem a little after my best friend and I had watched a lightning stormtogether. She was having a hard time and said it was just nice to relax and watch the lightning
storm. I chose to compare the storm to a chameleon because I like reptiles. I was just sittingand thinking what I should compare the storm to when all of the sudden a chameleon popped inmy head. After I started thinking about it, I noticed that they do have a few things in common.For example, they are both very sudden; a chameleon sits and waits for a lonely insect towander by and then strikes with speed. Lightning also waits for static electricity to build upbetween the clouds and then touches down on the ground. This particular poem is written in free verse and has no rhyme scheme. The tone of thepoem is somewhat expectant, as if a person was waiting for a big event or explosion to happen,and then all at once everything explodes. I wouldn’t have been able to write this poem if I didn’t have the experience of watchingthe storm with my friend, therefore, I want to dedicate this poem to her.Mother to Sonby Langston HughesWell, son, Ill tell you:Life for me aint been no crystal stair.Its had tacks in it,And splinters,And boards torn up,And places with no carpet on the floor --Bare.But all the timeIse been a-climbin on,And reachin landins,And turnin corners,And sometimes goin in the darkWhere there aint been no light.So, boy, dont you turn back.Dont you set down on the steps.Cause you finds its kinder hard.Dont you fall now --For Ise still goin, honey,Ise still climbin,And life for me aint been no crystal stair. The poem Mother to Son by Langston Hughes, published in 1922, is a mother’s word toher son about her life. She speaks mostly of how her life has been, “no crystal stair…” meaningthat she’s had a rough life. The speaker makes the allusion of life being like a staircase. She hintsthat as time passes and one grows older, one moves farther up on the staircase. I believe that thestaircase could also be thought of as the ladder to heaven. She goes on to explain that her life hashad, “…splinters… boards torn up… and places with no carpet…” as a way to express thehardships of her life. One can assume that the mother is basically telling her son that his life is going to be hardbecause her life was hard. Given the time frame, one can assume that his mother is talking aboutracial discrimination towards blacks, because Hughes uses the dialogue to clearly show the
reader to that this is a black mother speaking to her child. Then she goes on to tell him not to,“… set down on those steps… [not to]… turn back…” and to have determination andperseverance. It could almost be taken as something like, “you can’t sit down and take a breakbecause I haven’t and I’ve been going a lot longer than you,” but tone of the poem is not thatharsh so we know the mother is speaking out of love. Dynamics of this poem include free verse with no apparent rhyme scheme and a lovingand encouraging tone. Hughes obviously meant this to be a great work straight from the heart asopposed to just “another poem.” I appreciate this poem because it flows so perfectly and I canclearly picture a mother telling her son all these things while she stares down into his big browneyes and is captivated by the sight of her beautiful baby boy. She would do anything for him, butphysical possessions will not express that love, so she gives him knowledge of how to press onthrough life even when things are tough while she cradles him in her arms.An Ode to MummyI love my Mummy.Her food is good in my tummy,She makes it smell so yummy.Whats best, is free, no money.When over comes my buddy,He sniffs, smiles, and says, "I love your mummy."Mmmmm.... so yummy.I say, "I want more, Mummy!" I wrote this poem last year while I was sitting at my kitchen table smelling the smells ofthe kitchen as my mother cooked a delicious dinner. As one can see it’s a very simple poem witha rhyme scheme of AAA etc. all the way throughout the poem. While I was writing this poem, Iwas trying to go for a childlike point of view and I believe I achieved that quite easily. Thispoem is for my mom. My mother is a stay at home mom, but she has a fulltime job of raisingfour boys. Therefore, she does things like cleaning, laundry, and cooking among countless otherthings. The one I most appreciate out of all of them is her cooking. All of those other things weboys could do by ourselves, but she does then out of love. Except, the one thing we could not do,is cook as well as she can. We have our own gourmet chef who cooks for us each night. I wrotethis poem to try to express how much I appreciate her cooking. When I leave home for longerperiods of time, I always come back and say, “Mom, I missed your cooking!” which alwaysmakes her smile and laugh.
Ifby Rudyard KiplingIf you can keep your head when all about youAre losing theirs and blaming it on you,If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,But make allowance for their doubting too;If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,Or being lied about, dont deal in lies,Or being hated, dont give way to hating,And yet dont look too good, nor talk too wise:If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;If you can meet with Triumph and DisasterAnd treat those two impostors just the same;If you can bear to hear the truth youve spokenTwisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,And stoop and build em up with worn-out tools:If you can make one heap of all your winningsAnd risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,And lose, and start again at your beginningsAnd never breathe a word about your loss;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinewTo serve your turn long after they are gone,And so hold on when there is nothing in youExcept the Will which says to them: Hold on!If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, Or walk with Kings - nor lose the common touch,if neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,If all men count with you, but none too much;If you can fill the unforgiving minuteWith sixty seconds worth of distance run,Yours is the Earth and everything thats in it,And - which is more - youll be a Man, my son! The poem If written in 1895 by Rudyard Kipling is about a father speaking to his sonabout the things of life and a boy turning into a man. Some could argue that this poem is not afather speaking to his son, but instead the Father, meaning God, speaking to his son Adam in theGarden of Eden. But I believe that this poem is a combination of both. I believe that this poem isGod, speaking through an earthly father to God’s and the earthly father’s son.
The poem is filled literary devices from talking about people “losing their… [heads],” totalking about how dreams can be made ones master. The tone is stern but not scolding. The toneis more like a father stating rules to children before he leaves the house. The structure of thepoem is very common Iambic Pentameter. The rhyme scheme of this poem is also very commonwith ABAB, CDCD with a few exceptions when the poem starts out with AAAA and thenmoves into BCBC. The poem uses modern language as opposed to classical speech or somethinglike difficult Shakespearean language. I chose this poem because my father especially likes the poet Rudyard Kipling. I alsochose this poem because it reminds me of my father, of how he raises my brothers and me andtries to be a good example and role model for all of us. This poem appeals to my tastes because Ibelieve it is a good set of rules to live by to be a man of character.Public SpeakingI know I’ll be fine,I’ll just take my time.Public speaking is one of the things I most hate,Makes me sick, like something gross I just ate.Sweaty palms, shaking voice,Have to do it, don’t have a choice,I’ve already agreed to do this,Close my eyes, clench my fists.I walk up there alone,Like a pioneer into the unknown.So I say my part,Straight from my heart,I look straight ahead,Everything runs through my head.And then all of the sudden…The deed is done,And I have won. I wrote this poem while I was stressing out about a public speaking event that wascoming up in my life. I hate public speaking, therefore, I was very stressed out and nervous so Idecided to write a poem about it. In my head I knew I would be fine, it was just the actualanticipation of speaking. Things like, “Am I going to mess up?” “What if I stutter?” “What if I
lose my train of thought?” and more were running through my head. Part of me was stressing outand the other part was saying, “Stop freaking out! You’ll be fine!” so I just had to keep listeningto the confident side of me. When the time eventually came when I had to speak, I was nervous and yet somewhatconfident that I’d be ok. From the moment you first stand up to walk in front of all the people,you think, “Well, there’s no going back now, I have to finish this.” I dislike that feeling verymuch. But I spoke and gave my talk for a few minutes and then sat back down. I felt veryrelieved that it was finally over. I also felt proud because I had done a good job and didn’t messup.A Late WalkBy Robert FrostWhen I go up through the mowing field,The headless aftermath,Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,Half closes the garden path.And when I come to the garden ground,The whir of sober birdsUp from the tangle of withered weedsIs sadder than any wordsA tree beside the wall stands bare,But a leaf that lingered brown,Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,Comes softly rattling down.I end not far from my going forthBy picking the faded blueOf the last remaining aster flowerTo carry again to you. Robert Frost wrote this poem, “A Late Walk” in 1913 as a way to show his deep
depression regarding the change of seasons between summer and autumn. Frost had adeep connection with nature, therefore, the changing of the seasons saddened him. Theway he described the song birds as being, “…sadder than any words…” proves thatfact. There is also an odd ball throw into this poem when Frost talks about bringingback a flower, “…again to you.” Given the depressing mode of the poem, I personallybelieve that Frost is talking about a loved one who has died. The way Frost phrases thisline to say the word “again” could possibly hint that this is a between seasons traditionfor him to honor a loved one. It could also be that two friends can no longer be friendsanymore, and one of them is depressed because of it. That friend then takes a walk andcompares his/her mood to the depressing time when the vegetation is dying. Dynamics of this poem include an ABCB rhyme scheme with the structure of thepoem being end-stopped Iambic tetrameter for lines A and C, and Iambic trimeter for Blines. The poem has a depressed and deeply miserable tone given the fact that Frostdislikes the period between seasons. The title of this poem symbolizes taking a walklate in the season when things seem so low and Frost is saddened to his core. I chose to include this poem in this dedication because Frost has a completelydifferent perspective than I do regarding the changing of the seasons. I find it interestingthat while Frost sees the falling leaves as a symbol of death, I see them as a sign ofrest. Meaning that I believe the trees shed their leaves, rest during the winter, and thencome back full force during spring with twice as much energy as they had during the fall.Therefore, I look forward to the changing of the seasons because it excites me to thinkof how all the growth of vegetation will explode with life as the snow of winter meltsaway.
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