Easter Glee

               Eggs
       A resurrection
       Songs of praise
              The night of Christ
               Everlasting story
               Reading of cherished gospel

Happy Easter

     Happy Early Easter! New poem coming soon!

Spelling Test

 This came to me in the middle of  a spelling test today, and my entire class was acting up because we had a substitute. I was trying to concentrate on my words, rather than to listen about girls' romantic thoughts about their beau, so I thought about a poem, and soon enough, I couldn't hear a sound, but everyone's mouths were flapping.


                                                Today the class is extremely loud
                                                I can' t hear my thoughts above the crowd
                                                The spelling test is now history
                                                To them, and her, and him, and me
                                                Goodbye, the chance of a perfect score
                                                 I may have another chance, in a week
                                                 .........or more




                            and now for the big question.....drum roll please.........





                            Wadjya Think!                                                                        

Poem for Japan

Everyone has obviously heard about he terrible disaster that has occurred in Japan. Why not make a poem of it to express your feelings? Here is one I wrote.


                                 Japan. Everyday you

                                do what you can to

                                help the poor people who's

                                lives are almost literally covered in 

                                ruins, they watch the reactor

                                spewing, and knowing their lives are 

                                in danger, and every minute getting stranger and stranger, 

                               Everyday they wait for this nightmare to end

                               only few people are left that have a 

                                hand to lend, they're sure its a dream

                                they know it, they know it! sadly,

                                our expectations of that are getting lower and 

                                 denser, thinner and lighter than the sword 

                                of a fencer, we need some hope we need 

                                life that won't mope about all this

                                and ones who will rebuild, fine up, and

                                polish and gild, the almost doomed city of Japan.

Anonymous

This is a poem I wrote about an anonymous person. It started out as a school assignment for Literacy Works, to write about a name. It turned into a poem not only as homework, but for enjoyment. Here it goes......



                          

            Hello, my name is [anonymous]

            You may be frightened about my past

            My dreadful days are meant to last

            My name will never be known

            My people have never seen me upon my throne

            You’ll never know if I’m strong or weak

            You’ll never know if I’m bold or meek

            I’m privet in every way

            No one knows what I do all day

            Do I sit and ponder upon my couch?

            Do I smile and laugh, or frown and grouch?

            What does the world mean to me is ________

            What does love mean to me is ________

            Every night and every day

            Not a soul knows what I think or say

            And don’t think for a moment that I’ll ever tell

Because my name is [anonymous]

                            

Not My Day

This is a poem I really enjoy reading. I would have to give it 5 stars.



                             Not My Day- By Russel Hoban
                                   I got up on the wrong side of the day
                                    and came right off; it walked away
                                    showing the whites of its eyes "Stop!"
                                    I said, "I mean to get on the top
                                   of you." It kept on going;
                                   I followed, knowing
                                   days don't always do
                                    exactly what you'd like them to

                                     "Stand still" I said "I'm going to try again"
                                    I thought I heard it neigh a little,then
                                     it kept on walking while I stood there talking
                                      'All right' I said, (it sounded like a threat)
                                        'I'll see you later' But I haven't yet.




                                                   I love it! How about you?
                                 

Recommended Bookd for Writing Poems

These are some books I've used and read to help me become a better poet. 

•  Poetry Home Repair Manual-by Ted Kooser...........Practical Advice for Beginning Poets

•   Poem Crazy-by Susan Goldsmith Wooldridge..........freeing your life with words

 In my opinion, these are great books to learn and get better in poetry writing. Some can be found in 'Barnes&Nobles'.

How to start a poem

This is how I normally start to write a poem

1. Come up with a subject 
2. Come up with a line or two
3. Go with the flow

                          For number three, it means just to write down what first pops into your head, that you like. If you think to much, your poem will come out to literal. Poems are supposed to contain a mouthful of beautiful vocabulary. Vocab is the key. It makes any kind of writing interesting.  That is my opinion.

How did it Begin?

I have a question. Does anyone know how poetry began? Not why it began. But how, and when, and who started it?  Yes. Poetry was made to express feelings throughout fierce vocabulary and strong words. But who had the brave heart to start a whole new way of writing.

                             I AM DYING TO KNOW!!!!!! SO ARE MANY OTHERS!!!!!

Spring!

This is a poem I found about Spring, by Patricia Walter. I like it because it reminds me of what is going on right now, not just about spring v.s winter, but about all the disaster that is going on, not that I like it. See how she is writing about Spring, but when read, can mean many different things. Tell me in your comments what you think it means!




           "This spring is better than the last
             No point living in the past
             Each new season
            Is there a reason
             Life keeps changing
             Just keeps rearranging"

                                                                 What do you think? I like it.

HMMMMM

Introduction

Welcome to 'tee's poetry blog'! I am 'Tee' and this blog page is going to be all about poetry. Old, new, and my poetry will be posted, along with writing tips, reviews, and must read poetry books. For anyone who is just starting the journey in to writing poems, you can go here to read famous poetry, and even its history! For those who are already skilled poets, go here to find out about books that will make you even better! Old, young, anyone can write. Hope you enjoy!

                                                                     -tee :)