Karly+Bornstein

Intro- To start off our poetry unit in Mr. Block’s class, we had to define poetry. There are many ways to define it. It can vary depending on some people’s opinions. I defined poetry to be something that someone creates. I mainly write my poems on whatever comes to mind. I feel like I don’t have any certain style when I write my poems. I sometimes look at other people’s poems to get inspired. The techniques I sometimes use is description, similes, metaphors, and if I can, rhyming. Usually my poems are related to me somehow, or something that’s happened to me. Since we were told what kind of poems to write, that’s what I did. It would be more difficult for me to just start writing poetry. There’s only one that I can’t even explain, the found poem. We were supposed to make it into a poem that made sense, and I tried but it’s still just mostly random lines from a day in school. I enjoyed watching the video of different poets speaking, which is where my music poem came from. Writing these poems I’ve learned much more about poetry that I knew before. I’ve realized you can’t spend too much time on a poem, or think too much because it takes the creativity out of it. When you write rough drafts of poems, then have other people look at them, it gives you greater ideas on how to improve them. Now you know my view on poetry, and sort of what my poems are about…Enjoy!

1. "Poetry is the universal language..." -William Hazlitt

2. Memory poem: Was I that cool?

Coolest classrooms Pink metal frames sitting in the middle of my face Some giggled, some didn't notice Occasional birthday parties for classmates

Green tall trees outside the window Artwork covered walls 3rd grade classroom had it's own personality

Childhood memories are the ones you cherish forever Friends come and go Family is there forever

Different classrooms each year Classmates grow but barely mature Teachers stuffing us with information

Friends come and go Each and every day Family is there forever Through thick and thin

Childhood memories are hard to forget.

3. Ode to my bed poem:

Ode to my bed It lets me catch up on rest It lets me dream crazy dreams It lets me curl up like a baby and forget the world

Frame from Ikea and mattress from Sleepy's Bright pink sheets 2 fluffy pillows under my cheek

One day bed, I hope you will grow Your matress will expand from twin to king And I will dream more realistic dreams.

4. Found poem: Learning Day

This is my new favorite show It's all about the remote and me I got a new one and it's still the same Nothing seems to change. Feel free to underline if that helps Why not highlight? The tooth fairy stole them I remember when we belived Suck it out with a straw A spoon won't hep You'll never beat my high score The score I need to beat She's going to yell at you Maybe you should sit down and listen. Worst ending ever. Yeah, it really is.

5. "I was raised by..." Poem

I was educated by my Mom and Dad Grew up with no traditions and healthy food "Drink your milk and take your vitimans"

I was raised in Roxborough Pizza place on the corner with a football field in my view Lived in 2 houses, each very different

I was influenced by an environmental school Friends and teachers molded me "That spider has a family too"

I was taught by coaches Hours of practice Gymnastic meets every weekend Sparkly leotards squeezed my abdomen "Don't forget to point your toes during your handstand"

Still being influenced by family and friends Driven by sports and will always learn something new I am still being raised by the world around me. media type="file" key="poem.m4a" width="300" height="50"

6."We have fallen into a place where everything is music." -Coleman Barks

Young and old, musical talent Rock Bands Metal Bands Popstars Rappers We have fallen into a place where everything is music Everywhere you go The words of an artist are being projected by speakers Musicians putting a te mpo into a poem Rehearse day and night Only to please the fans that keep them going

8. Imagist Poem

Magazine

Filled with shiny paper and bold words Celebrities fill the pages You take it in the bathroom to pass the time It's there when you're not in the mood for newspapers. Useful for arts and crafts Your eyes are opened to a whole new world of entertainment.



The poet I researched was Marge Piercy. She was born on March 31, 1936 in Michigan. She grew up in a family that lived during the Great Depression. Marge was one of the first in her family to go to college. In 1957, she won the Hopwood Award for her poetry and fiction. She had many novels and books of poetry. For our class assignment, we had to get 5 poems from our person and do a detailed study on them. As I was looking through her stuff I noticed most of her poems were simple, but they were about her. The poems I read were, //The crooked inheritance, A Work of Artifice, The // //Neighbor, The Cat’s Song //, and //Dress Up. // One thing I noticed was she has very few short poems. My favorite poem out of the five is Dress Up. It took me back to my childhood when my friends and I used to play characters. “We never wanted to stay children then.” I really like that line because it’s true. When we were younger, all we wanted to do is be older. We also hated taking naps! Another poem that I liked was //The Crooked Inheritance. //Reading her biographies helped me understand her, but in this poem she used little detail and description to demonstrate the kind of person she was.