A Bunch Of Poems From School

Over the past two weeks of school I've had a class where the main (and only) thing that we've done is write poetry. Some where based on certain fortmats, some weren't. I've included all of those poems that I wrote in the extended body of this blog post. Be warned, some of the poems will probably strike you as fairly sad and maybe even depressing. Please feel free to leave your comments on the poems in the comments for this blog post. Enjoy, Alex.

Here is a set of 26 tongue twisters that I wrote:

A-Z Twisters

Adorned adulteress walked along the ancient atrium.
Big buttresses have bigger beams.
Complex computers are complicated and concentrated.
Drenched dragon watched the dips of the daggers
Extravagant electric electrician entered the electric exhibition.
Fleeger Fletcher fried the french bread.
Glastonbury Greeger grabbed the group of old guns.
Historically healthy Heathrow hideouts are historically filthy.
Inlet Islands are international entities.
Jack Johnson judged the Jacksons.
Kleenex Kate kept the keepers.
Lina Lene Lindsow took the last lime.
Mickey Mo matured the minstrel monkeys.
Native nations read the national nature.
Opera openers are optionally oppressed.
Present parrots are performing the prance.
Queen Quita quested the quarreling quarter.
Robotic rotating rotors rotated along the rotation reel.
Soaked slimy soldiers slithered to safety.
Teepee Tom trudged the treasure to the trenches.
Undermined understanding unwrapped the untied unicorn.
Visroy Viki ventured into the venus vue.
Wheeler Witigew watched as the winds roared.
Xerox Xen X-rayed the extra xeon.
Yodeling Yose yodeled yonder yesterday.
Zookeeper Zane zig-zagged the zany zone.

The next two poems are based on poems "Poem" and "This is just to say" by William Carlos Williams:

The Boxed Kid

As the kid
Climbed under
The center of

The box
First the left
Foot

Clumsily
Then the right
Stepped up

Into the inside
Of the
Box

This is just to say

I have taken
The cards
That were on
The couch

And which
You were probably saving
For your job

Forgive me
They were there
So lonely
And so bare

This next one was based on the poem "Valentine" by Carol Ann Duffy:

The Gift

Not a black sash or a blue basket

I give you a box
It is a good and solid box
It promises wisdom
Like the understanding of a library

Here,
It will bind you to this land
Like a true god
It will make you be worshipped
Like those you worship

I am trying to be helpful

Not a helpless servant or annoying child

I give you a box
Its helpful rays inside will assist you
Helpful and guiding
As we are,
For as long as we are

Take it.
Its mine and I need it not
If you like.
Assistive.
It’s teachings will cling to your body
Cling to your mind

This one was based on the poem "maggie and milly and mollly and may" by "E.E. Cummings:

Farming and fishing and learning and all

Farming and fishing and learning and all
Are key parts of us (as long as we know)

As farming gives us food that we eat
So helpful that the rest need it to even occur

Fishing keeps the waters at bay
And provides us with even more food

As learning prepares us for our long lives
It provides the base for our future

All this compiled together makes us
Who we are and who we want to be

For whatever we were then (and most don’t know)
We have built the framework for change now

This next poem was based on "Night Funeral In Harlem" by Langston Huges and is fairly sad:

And then the Soldiers came

It was a dark night
And actually quite a fright
The bombs rained down
And the crowds round...

And then the
Soldiers came

Along the walk
They came to talk
And killed as they please
Never stopping to say cheese

And then the
Soldiers came

Indicating kids
They took away our bids
We were considering...
How to escape the killing

And then the
Soldiers came

Yapping away the parents were
As they saw their kids lie dying
And the soldiers walked aware
Laughing and denying

And then the
Soldiers came

The aftermath was sad
Crying and dying
The families all mad
And uprising made for planning

And then the
Soldiers came

These final two poems were written purely out of my own design and topic (all were my own topics, just the design/ format of the poems were based on the mentioned poem by the mentioned poet):

A Seafood Meal

The fish had a wish
To become a dish
It was cooked to a crisp
And eaten with the whisk

In our cooking
We had a smoking
And went to the shore
To get some more

Our friends all came
To see the game
And ate up that dish
That the fish wished to be

We all had fun
As we loaded up the gun
To get some food
That ran instead of swam

Overwhelming Joy

There is overwhelming joy
In this unsuspecting boy
He toppled a stone wall
With just a measly ball

His parents were quite upset
As he burnt the bussing movie set

This kid cannot live
Was a friends final words
As he was forced under a truck
That flattened him outright

It was a dreary bath
That in this kid drew his final breath

His teacher was quite glad
As at least she could clad
Her students in clothes again
As she had them in armor a day earlier