tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266005352011-04-21T18:24:42.036-07:00This is poetry in various formats written by my 10th grade students. I think they are very talented--their sense of voice is especially good! Enjoy.Ms. Haydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165817784950123117noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600535.post-1146081627975825842006-04-26T12:36:00.000-07:002006-04-26T13:00:27.983-07:00Here are some more acrostic poems for your viewing pleasure...<br /><br /><em>This young lady has grown and matured so much the past two years.</em><br /><br /><strong>D</strong>iamilatou, the girl who grew up <br /><strong>I</strong>n many different places,<br /><strong>A</strong>frica being the birth place.<br /><strong>M</strong>y life so<br /><strong>I</strong>nterestingly unpredictable, never knowing where I'm going.<br /><strong>L</strong>iving the life of<br /><strong>A</strong> soldier (Wooah!), going<br /><strong>T</strong>o so many different schools and places<br /><strong>O</strong>verwhelmed with different<br /><strong>U</strong>nknown personalities.<br /><br /><strong>S</strong>uccess will always be<br /><strong>O</strong>n my mind the<br /><strong>W</strong>orld so big and so much more to discover.<br /><br /><em>This is one of the funnier ones. It is his personality on paper!!</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>Y</strong>ou're saying it wrong, just stop.<br /><strong>U</strong>nless you named me don't try to tell me what my name is.<br /><strong>S</strong>top trying to pronounce it, you sound dumb.<br /><strong>E</strong>thiopian? Nope, and far from it.<br /><strong>F</strong>orget it, man--you'll never understand it.<br /><br /><strong>T</strong>rib-u--it's that simple<br /><strong>R</strong>emember there's no n or t after the u.<br /><strong>I</strong>t's not an African or Muslim name.<br /><strong>B</strong>ut it's not English.<br /><strong>U</strong>hhhhhhhhhhhh, it's French, stupid.<br /><strong>E</strong>veryone should just shut up.<br /><br /><em>I told them that if they didn't want to put their personal lives out there, they could write their elegy acrostic about a loose tooth. Of course, Tyrone took me seriously...</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>T</strong>ooth is hurting<br /><strong>O</strong>n his B-day and<br /><strong>O</strong>n his bed he lays.<br /><strong>T</strong>he room is spinning and<br /><strong>H</strong>e is going to sleep.<br /><br /><em>Kelita went a little bit deeper with her elegy poem.</em><br /><em></em><br /><strong>M</strong>y heart, my love, the joy<br /><strong>O</strong>f my life. Loving you hurts<br /><strong>T</strong>he tip of my<br /><strong>H</strong>eart. The way your voice<br /><strong>E</strong>choes in my ear.<br /><strong>R</strong>ough skin, smooth eyes.<br /><br /><strong>D</strong>early beloved, you are<br /><strong>E</strong>qual to the love of my<br /><strong>A</strong>rt that I draw.<br /><strong>R</strong>ough skin, smooth eyes.<br /><br /><strong></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600535-114608162797582584?l=haydenspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. Haydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165817784950123117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600535.post-1145990148961496272006-04-25T11:16:00.000-07:002006-04-25T11:35:48.970-07:00The next project they undertook was Acrostic Poems. We've all done this in grade school, but mean Ms. Hayden required a little more. The students were to write an acrostic about themselves (the acrostic was their name,) and they also wrote elegy acrostics, mourning the loss of someone or something. (If you don't know what an acrostic is, read down along the first letter of each line.) Once again, their voice is outstanding. <br /><br /><strong>C</strong>harming young lady came a long way in life.<br /><strong>H</strong>eart so strong with a brain to match.<br /><strong>A</strong>lso the young lady that has never been out of Kansas City.<br /><strong>N</strong>ever stays away from her mother, stays by her side night<br /><strong>A</strong>nd day. Talks about stuff to get closer to you.<br /><strong>I</strong>nside or outside I will be there with my stong heart with a brain to match.<br /><br /><strong>R</strong>ight to left there will always be somebody there for me if I need it. With<br /><strong>O</strong>ut someone there, there will be trouble.<br /><strong>B</strong>ecome strong, you will need that<br /><strong>I</strong>n life. Give happiness,<br /><strong>N</strong>ever pain. With two sisters and one brother I will never be without love.<br /><strong>S</strong>ome people don't have love in their life, but they never give up in life.<br /><strong>O</strong>utside of pain, give in for love.<br /><strong>N</strong>ever be scared to love or for somebody to love them.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600535-114599014896149627?l=haydenspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. Haydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165817784950123117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600535.post-1145648002353149152006-04-21T12:13:00.000-07:002006-04-21T12:37:52.483-07:00<span style="font-family:georgia;">I really need to figure out how this thing works. Oh well. The reason that I am publishing this blog is that I feel I need a place to brag on my students. They have really been working hard on this poetry unit, and I think they (and others) should be able to see their work online! </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">The first type of poem that we attempted is the "traditional" Haiku format. For those who aren't familiar, this is a three line poem with a syllable pattern of five-seven-five. Their assignment was three haikus--nature, urban, and personal.</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"The Unknown"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">under the dark stairs</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">unlit and forevermore</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">haunting me to sleep</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"A Bad Neighborhood"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">children used to play</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">now they run and hide inside</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">and the days go by</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Cameron</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Drama"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">the streets are quiet</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">but the homes are loud and hard</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">then everyone hears</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Natasha</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"My Life"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">born out of the womb</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">through all of the suffering</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">my life had begun</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Cortez</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Nature"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I put the seeds in </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">the ground, the rain spreads love with</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">the help of the sun</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Love"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">love is like a tree</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">just there, nowhere to go but</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">as beautiful as...</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Jemia</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Death of your loved one"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">death will make you sad,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">really, when your loved one is</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">under the green grass</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Chanai</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Love"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">love is very strong</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">it can hurt you or break you</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">be patient hold on</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Diamilatou</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"I'm Thankful for Life"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">born as a baby</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I wasn't able to talk</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I'm thankful for life</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Kevin</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">"Nature"</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">trees singing to me </span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">sound like a song never played</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">knowing that it stops</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">--Kelita</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600535-114564800235314915?l=haydenspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. Haydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165817784950123117noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26600535.post-1145645285736744702006-04-21T11:48:00.000-07:002006-04-21T11:48:05.736-07:00<a href="http://haydenspoetryblog.blogspot.com/">Our poetry blog</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26600535-114564528573674470?l=haydenspoetryblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ms. Haydenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10165817784950123117noreply@blogger.com0