tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post4580092153069567139..comments2023-11-05T01:15:43.435-07:00Comments on Smith 9H 07-08: Darkroom Poemanneshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00573450327737964454noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-19598931359897059662008-03-18T09:36:00.000-06:002008-03-18T09:36:00.000-06:00Ryanm - your poem was incredibly intense and very ...Ryanm - your poem was incredibly intense and very nicely done.<BR/><BR/>Overall, these poems were probably our best yet. It is easy to tell that we're starting to get the hang of writing poems and they keep increasing in depth and meaning. Nice job everybody!morganwhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18430313351151318139noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-71334769098415023822008-03-18T07:58:00.000-06:002008-03-18T07:58:00.000-06:00ryanm - I thought that you had a really good poem....ryanm - I thought that you had a really good poem. I thought it had a lot of meaning in it, and it was really deep.Lukezhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12805785770100871542noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-13027293128632909122008-03-17T21:51:00.000-06:002008-03-17T21:51:00.000-06:00Stefo- I liked your use of rhymingMaddief- I liked...Stefo- I liked your use of rhyming<BR/>Maddief- I liked how your poem was so relaxed and just told a story<BR/>Overall I think everyone did a wonderful job. Reading over these poems I get such a clear picture of what the picture is that one might be describing. Great job everyonemaddisonmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00862713666232622303noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-92035045747948538802008-03-17T20:49:00.000-06:002008-03-17T20:49:00.000-06:00Everybody's poem had a ton of meaning. The way the...Everybody's poem had a ton of meaning. The way they were described made me picture exactly what was being described. I can't wait to see some of the pictures that weren't posted.mattfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06638278517765346046noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-50609060969640836652008-03-17T20:31:00.000-06:002008-03-17T20:31:00.000-06:00Amy, i love your poem. it has lots of imagery in i...Amy, i love your poem. it has lots of imagery in it!<BR/><BR/>Rya, your poem is SO STRONG!! Well done!leslielhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10389957516533398675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-54207025556722492502008-03-17T20:15:00.000-06:002008-03-17T20:15:00.000-06:00I really loved reading these poems. I really like ...I really loved reading these poems. I really like Tylerg's perpective of being the photographer of the picture-which if you took the time to look at is very beautiful. My favorite was Rya's. what an amazing story. it compelled me and it told a story. her use of quick, sharp language is amazing.jordanhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12300095942426752031noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-74415139773815675982008-03-17T19:54:00.000-06:002008-03-17T19:54:00.000-06:00A lot of these poems go straight to the heart even...A lot of these poems go straight to the heart even if you don't get to see the pictures. I think that everyone did an amazing job on them! Poetry definately brings out different aspects of people that might have not been seen before!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12756426265527503133noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-30971236759008527012008-03-17T19:52:00.000-06:002008-03-17T19:52:00.000-06:00Wow-these are all really good! Everyone did a goo...Wow-these are all really good! Everyone did a good job describing them so that they "painted" a picture. Good word choice and flow of the poems, too!!chelseashttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05765067948147092212noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-6416988283971063462008-03-17T19:40:00.000-06:002008-03-17T19:40:00.000-06:00I liked this activity, and my favorite poem was th...I liked this activity, and my favorite poem was that one about fake smiles and growing apart. It conveyed a deep message.josedhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03169364934182849611noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-49105635576658168152008-03-17T17:47:00.000-06:002008-03-17T17:47:00.000-06:00Ha, that was awesome Megan! I could totally imagin...Ha, that was awesome Megan! I could totally imagine what the pictures looked like even before I went to look at them!maddiefhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07104501383552001025noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-74509103966882923822008-03-17T17:43:00.000-06:002008-03-17T17:43:00.000-06:00Great job on the poems, they really portrayed the ...Great job on the poems, they really portrayed the pictures well and I can just imagine exctly what they look like.mitchl.https://www.blogger.com/profile/13126168148470921152noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-91907936497536614072008-03-17T16:27:00.000-06:002008-03-17T16:27:00.000-06:00Dawnielle- I love your poem! It is very cute!Catem...Dawnielle- I love your poem! It is very cute!<BR/>Catem- I liked yours a lot too! It was very nice language and it flowed well.<BR/>Everyone's was very good! Nice work!hannahlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05592505763451118754noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-60272777131326875712008-03-17T13:08:00.000-06:002008-03-17T13:08:00.000-06:00Once again everyone did a fantastic job. Some of ...Once again everyone did a fantastic job. Some of the poems were a little hard to understand because I couldn't see the picture. Thank you to those of you who had the pictures web adress posted with it, that was really nice. I really enjoyed reading these poems and catching a glimpse of people's memories.beckyghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14490491370754377577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-51373908929930911632008-03-16T20:05:00.000-06:002008-03-16T20:05:00.000-06:00The four of us stood thereEach full of laughs and ...The four of us stood there<BR/>Each full of laughs and smiles<BR/>Of the picture none were aware<BR/>We spent hours on outfits and the perfect hairstyles<BR/>All of us looked perfect<BR/>So excited for what was to come<BR/>Of what would transpire not one could predict<BR/>Despite the good company, there was one who felt glum<BR/>The lights went down and pre-show nerves set in<BR/>The music came on <BR/>Our heartbeats all quicken<BR/>Despite all the action, one girl seemed withdrawn<BR/>I was to go first; I was pushed out on stage<BR/>I took of with confident strides<BR/>But the next girl I noticed, walked at a much slower gauge<BR/>Her path wasn’t straight<BR/>Her movements came late<BR/>I caught her gaze<BR/>Her eyes were filled with bright red rays<BR/>She seemed so distant<BR/>Almost non-existent<BR/>No one knew how to help when she crashed to the floor<BR/>The sight of her was something that caused people to abhor<BR/>No one knew if she could prevail<BR/>The ambulance sirens began to wail<BR/>She was taken away quickly<BR/>Our beautiful night turned so sickly<BR/>One stupid choice<BR/>One irresponsible decision <BR/>Was all that it tookLouisebhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06329023374851321655noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-87872493306704825052008-03-16T16:36:00.000-06:002008-03-16T16:36:00.000-06:00The sound of the puck drop rippled across the iceT...The sound of the puck drop rippled across the ice<BR/>There was a flash of metal<BR/>Skates slicing through the ice<BR/>A blur of dark jerseys surging forward <BR/>A quick flick of the wrists<BR/>And the puck took flight<BR/>I caught sight of the black rubber<BR/>Disk as it sped towards me<BR/>I extended my gloved hand<BR/>And snatched the puck out of the air<BR/>It was over, for now<BR/>Scoring chance denied.mitchshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14413306601231445919noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-92042768665016656742008-03-14T11:37:00.000-06:002008-03-14T11:37:00.000-06:00I had this formatted a certain way when I wrote it...I had this formatted a certain way when I wrote it but it didn't work on the blog. <BR/>My poem is a picture of my grandma when she was 20. She is now 82.<BR/><BR/>What Age Destroys<BR/><BR/><BR/>The summer I turned fifteen<BR/>I was sent to live with my grandmother in Montana<BR/>My mom thought I was <BR/> Depressed<BR/>Her cure: <BR/>To send me to a relative<BR/>That I had not <BR/> Met<BR/>When I left I was angry<BR/>I had no friends in Montana<BR/>Only an old sick <BR/> Grandmother<BR/>No one met me at the gate<BR/>My grandmother never left the house<BR/>I took a bus to finder and was almost<BR/> Lost<BR/>When she opened the door <BR/>I almost gasped. <BR/>Sickness had weakened her<BR/> Horribly<BR/>She looked thin and worn<BR/>The house was filled with boxes<BR/>So many that one could get <BR/> Lost<BR/>Dinner was almost silent<BR/>A few short questions<BR/>With answers that we said too<BR/> Quickly<BR/>The next day she asked me <BR/>If I would sort out the boxes<BR/>They were filled with memories of times<BR/> Lost<BR/>In one I found a picture<BR/>In black and white<BR/>Of a young woman posed <BR/> Beautifully<BR/>“Who is this?”<BR/>The woman’s eyes were black pools<BR/>Filled with something like pain<BR/><BR/>“It’s me. Or it was.<BR/>Just throw it out.<BR/>It’s not me any more.”<BR/>It was then that I noticed<BR/>A hand written note on the side<BR/>To My pie, Muriel<BR/><BR/>It must have been my grandfather<BR/>Who had given it to her<BR/>Something wouldn’t let me throw it away<BR/><BR/>“Are you sure?”<BR/>“Yes. Why would I want it?<BR/>The past is nothing to me.<BR/><BR/>“It is only a reminder<BR/>Of all that I have lost<BR/>And will never regain.”<BR/><BR/>Those words seemed to carry<BR/>The weight of many yearsRyadhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16518319620437884931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-11706267229048731232008-03-14T08:30:00.000-06:002008-03-14T08:30:00.000-06:00Chrismas Time Again!"c'mon everyoneby the tree"all...Chrismas Time Again!<BR/>"c'mon everyone<BR/>by the tree"<BR/><BR/>all the little kids<BR/>rush into the room<BR/>stumbling over this and that<BR/>man down!<BR/><BR/>The eldest child<BR/>ugh<BR/>we have to do this again<BR/>stressed<BR/>her boyfriend coming to the door<BR/><BR/>the parents<BR/>come over here<BR/>no you<BR/>stay still<BR/>smile<BR/><BR/>Me laughing on the inside<BR/>At the little ones<BR/>running about, asking for gifts<BR/>At my older cousin<BR/>she, being filled with embarrasment<BR/>At the parents<BR/>trying to contain the chaos<BR/><BR/>Yet<BR/>My grandmother sits<BR/>smiling as we sing to her<BR/>Bring me out to the Ballgamejohnbhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05985003715677627661noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-35996640453601056092008-03-14T07:12:00.000-06:002008-03-14T07:12:00.000-06:00I have reached the summit,The climb is done.The jo...I have reached the summit,<BR/>The climb is done.<BR/><BR/>The journey is over,<BR/>the prize is one<BR/><BR/>We sit perched under a huge bolder.<BR/>The blue sky above.<BR/><BR/>The Boy Scouts have climbed a fourteener what a jobe they have done.<BR/><BR/>They climbed to the summit and sit perched on high.<BR/><BR/>The tan covered bolders radiate the hit of the sun.<BR/><BR/>The 11 of us have won,<BR/>and me being the youngest hae found myself done.<BR/><BR/>Our coats flap in the wind,<BR/>but our jats are firmly planted on our heads.<BR/><BR/>Some in the shadow some in the light.<BR/><BR/>The journey was worth the fight. <BR/><BR/>I have reached the summit,<BR/>the climb is done.<BR/><BR/>And now I return home after the prize is won.stephenfhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09186643559014663553noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-24056906891879382512008-03-14T07:04:00.000-06:002008-03-14T07:04:00.000-06:00A most spectacular viewAlthough I'm not aloneI fee...A most spectacular view<BR/>Although I'm not alone<BR/>I feel like I have meaning here<BR/>A feeling no one else could own<BR/><BR/>Looking over tops of trees<BR/>And the buildings hidden behind<BR/>This is a town of history<BR/>That took people a while to find<BR/><BR/>On the end of this peninsula<BR/>Of former important sea port<BR/>At the top of this lighthouse<BR/>In Colonia Sacramentoclaraohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02284500610478330112noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-30442063330335278402008-03-14T06:41:00.000-06:002008-03-14T06:41:00.000-06:00Well Rounded MealThe best way to start the day is ...Well Rounded Meal<BR/><BR/>The best way to start the day is with a well rounded meal.<BR/>A glass of orange juice and a bowl of oatmeal.<BR/>Eat it with and apple on the side. But one last thing to top this meal, the boy always reads the bible with his well rounded meal.<BR/><BR/>And one he's gone,<BR/>there sits his white empty ceramic bowl<BR/>and his shinny empty orange juice glass<BR/>and the half eaten core of the apple<BR/>and the bible...ZachHhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18167058559108928643noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-2482618623272163872008-03-13T23:29:00.000-06:002008-03-13T23:29:00.000-06:00Sawmill GyserJust seconds ago,I was perfectly stil...Sawmill Gyser<BR/><BR/>Just seconds ago,<BR/>I was perfectly still.<BR/>Only I know,<BR/>What I might will.<BR/>This water you see,<BR/>Was not here before.<BR/>It came shooting out of me,<BR/>With a really great roar.<BR/>I try to shoot water,<BR/>As people walk by,<BR/>So maybe the daughter,<BR/>Will pay more attention to my,<BR/>Great strength and beauty,<BR/>Rather than the wild life,<BR/>Who are really quite snooty,<BR/>And don’t mind my strife.<BR/>The mountains nearby,<BR/>Don’t admire me,<BR/>Nor does the fly,<BR/>Even the buffalo do not agree.<BR/>At least I am loved,<BR/>By the person taking this shot,<BR/>And will be immortalized not shoved,<BR/>Where I could be forgot.beckyghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14490491370754377577noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-73006354412334586942008-03-13T23:04:00.000-06:002008-03-13T23:04:00.000-06:00My pale skin tingles from the sun’s harsh raysBack...My pale skin tingles from the sun’s harsh rays<BR/>Back in Colorado, there aren’t the feelings of these days<BR/>Out of place sand scratches my wet back<BR/>While I become quickly more aware,<BR/>Of the sun protection my skin does lack.<BR/><BR/>I hear voices in languages dripping in flavor<BR/>Mexico, Chile, England, Ecuador<BR/>I know that the moment cannot last<BR/>The pain is pushing onto full blast<BR/>If I don’t move fast<BR/>I’ll end up in a cast.<BR/><BR/>I open my eyes, slowly<BR/>They adjust to the slight bamboo circle delicately<BR/>Above my head like a tropical crown<BR/>I stay lying down<BR/>After all, this is vacation.<BR/><BR/><BR/><BR/>http://tinypic.com/view.php?pic=2hpqbgg&s=3MollyShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08444768120063775918noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-24311393817164922792008-03-13T22:22:00.000-06:002008-03-13T22:22:00.000-06:00Dear unknown,Was your hair a blank page, dying for...Dear unknown,<BR/><BR/><BR/>Was your hair a blank page, dying for stage?<BR/>Was it dull and plain, hungry for fame?<BR/><BR/>Why'd you choose pink, or did you even think?<BR/>What about the gold, why'd you feel so bold?<BR/><BR/>Did your parents shutter, when they saw all the color,<BR/>Did they giggle and smile, at their silly child?<BR/><BR/>Do people stare, at your colorful hair?<BR/>Do they roll their eyes, or think you un-wise?<BR/><BR/>Do you match your socks, to the color of your locks?<BR/>Do you thrive on change, occasional rearrange?<BR/><BR/><BR/>Sorry I care; I just really like your hair.DawnielleNhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13535775482138955746noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-18119379489499542942008-03-13T22:20:00.000-06:002008-03-13T22:20:00.000-06:005 a snapshot of life,a picture of friendship,a pro...5<BR/><BR/> a snapshot of life,<BR/>a picture of friendship,<BR/>a proof of happiness,<BR/><BR/>soft, wet flakes float down,<BR/>blending in with the bright lights of the city.<BR/>Christmas is almost here,<BR/>and we are together.<BR/><BR/>hair sprinkled with white,<BR/>blue and black coats zipped,<BR/>rainbows of scarves around our necks,<BR/>and hats to keep us warm in the winter cold.<BR/>but we are warm enough with our closeness. <BR/><BR/>arm in arm we stand,<BR/>against the dark, glittering backdrop.<BR/>Smiles are full of joy,<BR/>laughter twinkles in our eyes,<BR/>we are content to share the moment,<BR/>just the 5 of us.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4053873056775658406.post-33496049249815367402008-03-13T22:14:00.000-06:002008-03-13T22:14:00.000-06:00picture url: http://www.nps.gov/pwro/piso/peleliu/...picture url: http://www.nps.gov/pwro/piso/peleliu/lea1.htm <BR/><BR/>He now lay there<BR/>dead with a bullet <BR/>in his chest.<BR/><BR/>The corpsman looked<BR/>into the face of his <BR/>shattered friend<BR/>and recalled <BR/>all of the memories<BR/>they had shared.<BR/>In that little town<BR/>in Michigan.<BR/><BR/>The medic looked<BR/>into his comrades<BR/>glazed eyes.<BR/>He kept looking<BR/>for a sign.<BR/>A sign of anything.<BR/>God. Heaven. Hell.<BR/>Anything!<BR/><BR/>Nothing.<BR/><BR/>The Chaplain crept<BR/>wearily toward<BR/>the medic and the<BR/>bloody body.<BR/><BR/>You're friend is gone. <BR/>You ain't going to do him<BR/>good by starin' inta his<BR/>eyes. <BR/>Best sit back and let<BR/>God do his work.<BR/><BR/>The corpsman slowly <BR/>stood. <BR/>Taking one last<BR/>longing glance <BR/>at his brother.<BR/><BR/>ZIP<BR/><BR/>The Chaplain looked up.<BR/>The medic now lie <BR/>dead.<BR/>A crumpled heap next<BR/>to his squad-mate. <BR/><BR/>Another soldier to heal.<BR/>Another man to forgive.<BR/>Another soul in the Kingdom of Heaven.<BR/> <BR/>'I am the resurrection and the Light,' He read.ryanmhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04268526019716206097noreply@blogger.com