This is an assignment I had to identify different types of poetry, create a book and add pictures to the photography. I did not write any of this photography and did try my best to credit the authors in the work, I did not take any of the pictures however it was difficult to credit the photographers but I definitely want to say that all work contained in this presentation is the wholly owned by the respective owner, author or photographer who holds the copyright. This presentation is only a compilation of these works and is not authorized or approved by any party other than myself. This presentation was designed for a grade and no financial remuneration has been or will be received.
2. TABLE OF CONTENTS
My Favorite Poem 3
Why I like this poem 4
Acrostic Poetry 5
Alliteration Poetry 6
Alphabet Poetry 7
Autobiographical Poetry 8
Ballad Poetry 9
Cinquain Poetry 11
Color Poetry 12
Diamante Poetry 13
Free Verse Poetry 14
Haiku Poetry 15
I Wish Poetry 16
Limerick Poetry 17
Lyric Poetry 18
Rebus Poetry 19
Rhyming Poetry 21
Shape Poetry 22
About the Author 23
3. The 23rd Psalm
Book of Psalms, The Holy Bible (KJV)
Written by David, King of Israel
1. The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.
2. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he
leadeth me beside the still waters.
3. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.
4. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod
and thy staff they comfort me.
5. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of
mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my
cup runneth over.
6. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days
of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for
ever.
4. I especially love the bible verse because it
speaks to me of GOD’s love and HIS
nurturing of me. It speaks both of the life I
want to lead and the grace GOD has in
store for those who believe in HIM. This
Psalm, aside from being one of the most
powerful and popular verses in the Bible,
is an accounting of the love and care that
GOD promises to show his believers when
they are in the vulnerable transient state
coming from finite life on earth to eternal
life in heaven.
5. Edgar Allan Poe
Eerie stories and poems
Decorate our imagination. Both
Good and evil
Are challanged along with
Reality.
Also,
Love and insanity
Lurk through the pages and
Anthologies. You will
Never know what is to happen next.
ACROSTIC POETRY
Problems of murder and mystery,
Oddities and wonderment are
Expressed with such peculiarity only he could
acheive.
Written by Christina M.
http://www.beardsley.k12.ca.us/int/lessons/acrostic02/acrostic-poem-samples.htm
6. War has come , War has come
War has come , war has come,
My home once a gem of beauty , to fires and rage it
succumbed,
Powerless i watched , the desolation of man
How evil overwhelms and greed robs one of all sense
Day by Day loved ones fell,
Till our lives became nothing short of hell,
I prayed in silence fearing my inevitable doom,
For the grim reaper lays in wait ,
Thus i have resigned to my fate..
ALLITERATION POETRY
The morning sun arrived,
With the heavens granting me another day,
The screams have gone silent , with no presence of tyranny,
I run through the village searching for a sign of hope,
Till my legs grew weary and my vision grew dim,
I muster what strength i have,
Refusing to become a victim of fate,
Footsteps i hear , approaching fast,
Men with weapons with black souls drenched in hate,
As i look into the eyes of my executioner ,
with the certainty of death,
memories of my life flash , as i take my last breath,
War has come , War has come
7. The Vietnam Alphabet Poem
A long, long time, many years ago,
Before we had a chance to really know,
Christmas year was in the land of Ho,
Dealing with leaches and heat, instead of snow.
Every December, in the year of Tet,
Facing the fears we knew not of yet,
Growing much older while sweaty and wet,
Having to watch out for your buddy the vet.
I can only remember the meaning of fear,
Jesus, why do I feel that You aren’t near,
Knowing how much I live in fear, of never leaving here.
Looking more sometimes for death than life,
My heart is broken in this place of strife,
Nobody cares, if we live or die,
Over in the world of the big round eye.
Please try to explain all of this to me,
Quickly, while I wonder if I will always be,
Remembering those things in the land of the free.
ALPHABET POETRY
Standing tall with feelings of pride,
Thinking back to the times we could cry,
Unclear as to why those feelings will die.
Victory only comes to those who care,
While defeat will come, in times of despair.
X-Ray and Bird, are places to remember,
You know, during our Christmas, in December,
Zebra, Idrang, and Happy Valley,
are places you won’t find, in a Rand McNally.
Copyright 2000 - Keith (Hacksaw) Bodine
http://www.vietnamexp.com/guestpoets/bodine/bodine16.htm
8. George Washington
George, Powerful
Husband, farmer, soldier
Who loved his Country
Who felt happy when he became president
Who wanted to cross the Potomac
George Washington
Who needed false teeth
Who gave many speeches
Who said “It is better to be alone than in bad
company”
Resident of Mount Vernon
Washington
(1732-1739)
http://www.ualr.edu/srwhitfield/Interactive%20Poetry%20Tutorial.pdf
AUTOBIOGRAPHICAL POETRY
9. Ballad about the soldier
BALLAD POETRY
This story is about the soldier, an ordinary guy
who wanted to live, didn't want to die.
He was a good friend, his classmates said,
the things he did were not a regret.
He lived and dreamed, breathed the same air with us,
he was so much naive and it was his plus.
He was the guy of ready sympathy and brave
just and ordinary guy who would never liked to be a slave.
Nobody could deny that he was a bit of a hesitating guy
as he couldn't make his girlfriend a declaration of love,
to tell her that she was his darling dove.
He didn't want to kill or be killed, just hated the war
but he's got an order and had to go for the war
without even knowing what for.
He was told that he would save the land
and military service was a big grand.
He was not explained why should he kill,
he went to the war against his will.
But he was the servant of his country, had to obey the orders
and wear the soldiers straps on his shoulders.
Have you seen the eyes of his mother when they were to part?
She had an embarrassed look when the parting had a start.
Have you seen the eyes of his girlfriend?
They were the eyes of a frightened creature.
She felt as he would never again reach her.
Have you seen the guy's eyes?
They had a look as he was in a hook.
He didn't want to part with his family, friends, beloved,
he wanted to live, love and be loved.
In a foreign strange land he walked
had no time to sleep or talk.
He walked and walked through the stormy winds
through the hard rains without any complaints.
He walked through the mud and blood
as he had to obey the orders and remember
he was not a cub and had no time for a cud.
But... all of a sudden everything around became dark,
his body felt a terrible pang
and it seemed to him as the bell rang.
10. Continued.
BALLAD POETRY
Then the pain disappeared and he saw a beautiful park
with birds and angels, they sang beautiful song,
Then he heard the voice of a gong.
Yes, he went to another world were everything was pearled.
With the loss of one soldier nothing has changed,
But.... Is it really so? For his mother he was the world
and it was strange that she wouldn't be able to see him,
to hear his voice, and if she had a choice
she would give anything for his knock at the door
and his voice telling: Don't worry, dear mum!
I am in a hurry now, but I'll come back soon before the rising Moon.
The soldier's heart stopped beating far away from home
in the place with unfamiliar name.
Now tell me! Who is to blame that his photo is in the black frame?
He was one in the stream of soldiers,
the stream of broken destinies and lives,
the stream of unappeasable human sorrow
which made in the souls a deep furrow.
The war happened to be a thief
which had stolen lives or made them a big grief.
Life is going on; we live, we love, we work
building new bridges that were destroyed by war
but if we want to build a happy life
we have to remember that soldier who was killed in the war.
We have to understand: war can only ruin and break
for someones crazy sake.
It ruins and kills not only humans bodies
but destroys our wonderful land,
little by little turning it into the sand.
We have to remember that soldier
if we don't want the war to repeat,
we have to remember those losses
if we want our land to be complete.
We don't have to forget those who experienced the war,
they still give a start hearing a thunderstorm
thinking it was another bomb.
We have to realize that even one soldier is a part of the world
and the loss of that soldier means a split
in the integrity of the whole world.
Larisa Rzhepishevska
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ballad-about-the-soldier/
11. Honor selfless heroes = Soldier
by Griswold
Honor
our servicemen
who give their lives daily
protecting our countries freedom
Selfless
living a hell
none of the rest of us
can or will do, I salute them
Heroes
all of them are
expected to give life
for an ungrateful populace
Soldier
http://allpoetry.com/poem/4512145-Honor--selfless-heros---Soldier--Cinquain-Swirl--by-Griswold
CINQUAIN POETRY
12. The Color of War
[Iraqi: war poem]
COLOR POETRY
I saw the other day-A little boy coloring away
(With crayons) in a sketch book;
With every colored pencil
Under the rainbow-And then some...
And when I took a second look
I thought of the Iraqi war
(American and Allied soldiers)
And all the colors it stood for:
Red was for the blood they've shed;
Gray, for depression of their families
Far away...
Blue was for sad skies;
Black and white, for death and life;
Green, for the spoils we've not seen;
Brown, for the dray and dusty nights
All the solders had to fight--on
Foreign ground.
I pleaded, for the boy to stop,
Surprised, he looked up at me-With his deep blue eyes, haunting
Me, he said, with a tear on his cheek:
"I wanted to color the soldier's feet!"
I looked and there it read: 'Peace'
Already colored-in, with gray:
Said the boy still looking at me:
"That's the way it came."
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14. The Act of War
by Dave Hood
FREE VERSE POETRY
War is the vengeful act of a fearful man, with a weapon,
without a conscience,
filled with hatred, who thinks: Kill or be killed
War is legalized killing with a gun, bayonet, grenade, handto-hand combat, all in the name of a cause
War is an artillery shell exploding, maiming, dismembering,
disemboweling, decapitating, annihilating…
War is a terrorist steering a commercial plane into the side
of an office
building, filled with civilians, obliterating, cremating…
War is an A-bomb, weapon of mass destruction, dropped
from a plane in the grey sky
On to a city of innocent civilians, destroying, leaving a
graveyard of rumble
War is hell, the devils work. It terrorizes like a stalker. It is
horrific as witnessing a bloody murder
It is lunacy, insanity, the madness of humankind, man in his
natural state of existence according to Hobbes.
Yet, a necessary evil under certain human conditions.
http://writingcreativenonfiction.wordpress.com/2011/05/0
6/a-free-verse-poem-the-act-of-war/
15. WAR
Shadows haunt the line
The darkness runs from the light
Fear is bought forward
Written By: Yasmin Argent
http://www.poetry.com/poems/210296-Haiku-WAR
HAIKU POETRY
16. I Wish For Peace
By Sharifah Hanna
I wish for Peace
When times of sorrow
Come each day,
I always feel sad
And sigh away.
Always a war, needs fighting
Always a life, suffering,
Oh, how I wish,
I wish for peace.
I WISH POETRY
Though, I know, ‘tis a test
Laid for us by God,
That the day comes
Of no more burden,
No more load.
A time of love,
A time of ease,
Oh, how I wish,
I wish for peace.
But, what would I give
For people to always get along,
Instead of shouting curses
To, maybe, sing a song?
I hope, I will live
To see my dream come true,
As, I hope, your dreams do to.
Right now, I will wish,
I wish for peace
http://www.familyfriendpoems.
com/poem/i-wish-forpeace#ixzz2lMTY12oS
17. Star Wars in Limericks
Young Skywalker was a good lad
Until Palpatine made him turn bad
There was a palaver
And he fell in some lava
And now he's robotic and sad.
There was a young rebel called Luke
Who destroyed the Death Star by a fluke
Princess Leia - he kissed her
Even though she's his sister
And made poor old Chewbacca puke.
LIMERICK POETRY
http://www.protagonize.com/poem/star-warsin-limericks
18. War Poem Lyrics
Silence falls in no man's land
To echo on uncertain steps
Sharp of eye & quick of hand
Advancing forward to regrets
Underfoot the bombs & mortars
Sleep awaiting coded warnings
From the top the barking orders
Light the sky on these dark mornings
Seek asylum from the terror
Reaching out for what it's worth
Shelter from the raging anger
Raining down on bitter earth
Sympathy for all who's hurting
Getting lost between the lines
It's the stuff that keeps returning
Laughing loud in victor's lies
Up above on wind's declaring
Soon the cold will whistle through
Push aside the warm sierras
Fill the sails that carry you
LYRIC POETRY
Many miles are put between the
What once was & what will be
Sleepwalk nightmare to sweet dream
Each step consigned to history
Every whisper sings resistance
All emotions hide inside
Refugee looks to the distance
Out there somewhere lies his pride
http://www.elyrics.net/read/u/ub40-lyrics/war-poem-lyrics.html
19. A Rebus on – 1786
Take the name of that hero who dreadful in war
Spread the terror of Rome thro the nations afar,
With the King of the fairies that sly jealous sprite
Who sleeps all the day but who gambols all night
Green caty-dids draw him - a nutshell contains him,
His kingdom a meadow & a dewdrop sustains him.
What the peasant enjoys when his labor is o'er
And the seaboy embraces the hurricane's roar.
What the pretty girls cry tho their meaning is yes
When swains at their feet ask the boon of a kiss.
That period of day when gay Phoebus retires
To the arms of his Thetis to meet keener fires.
That passion delightful which thrilling imparts
Feelings more than ecstatic to congenial hearts,
Which arouses to fury - and lulls to repose
Is keen as the thorn yet as sweet as the rose.
REBUS POETRY
The goddess white-robed by whom unbefriended
Even beauty and wit pass along unattended.
That region where heav'n-born freedom resides
Where plenty is found and contentment abides
Where scenes all delightful enrapture the mind
Where each shepherd is true and each maiden is kind.
20. That goddess refulgent whose glance pours the day,
Where midnight, and error, and ignorance lay.
The chief who rush'd bold thro the Granican flood
While the fates pale with fear on the shore trembling stood.
What each one pursues tho but few can obtain
And ever repays its possession with pain.
What wrings the kind heart when distress is in view
And what each observer discovers in you.
And lastly that word which no lover can bear
Nor I from this charmer with patience can hear.
REBUS POETRY
rosy cheeks
The initials of these ye lads and ye lasses
Will show you a girl that description surpasses.
The lily combin'd with the new-open'd rose
In her bosom's displayed - on her cheek sweetly glows.
Her pencil e'en fancy throws by in despair
When fondly attempting to copy my fair.
Henry Livingston
http://www.iment.com/maida/familytree/henry/writing/poetry/war.htm
21. I Cry in Fear
I cry in fear,
I scream with hate.
What gave us all
This ugly fate?
To meet upon
The battle field,
Where all must fight,
And none can yield.
I do not want
To do what’s right.
I want to kill.
I want to fight.
My brother died.
I loved him dear.
You took from me
Those who were near.
RHYMING POETRY
I cannot end
Or stop this war.
I need to fight;
Settle the score.
- Written by Anonymous Poet
http://freepoemsonline.blogspot.com
22. War Over Now
w riting words frustrated
a writing unworthy
r emains in passing thoughts
o vercoming fear of judgment
v alidating a soul broken
e nters a spirit of one passed
r eassuring inspiration driving to continue
n ew forms written
o vercoming dark with light
w anting to change by inspiring love forever
Shanity Rain
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=505853
SHAPE POETRY
23. Andrew DeGonia is a sophomore at Wills Point
High School. Andrew is an avid fan of hunting,
fishing and the outdoors. Andrew’s passion for
hunting has recently led him to learning more
about conservationism and helping to protect
our natural habitats for future generations.
Andrew is also an active member in the Wills
Point Tiger Band and was with the band during
their recent success streak of competitions
during the 2013/2014 Marching Season.
Andrew is extremely proud to be a WPHS
student an involvement in all of the activities
he partakes in.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Andrew DeGonia, prepared to go
march with the WPHS Tiger Band.