I can t write a poem : instant poetry! 14 lines, following a format of excuses, one lined up after another.

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1 Different types of poems I can t write a poem : instant poetry! 14 lines, following a format of excuses, one lined up after another. Line 1: Forget it Line 2: You must be kidding Line 3 Line 10: Excuses, one per line (8 total) be original! Line 11: Time's up? Uh oh! Line 12: All I have is a dumb list of excuses. Line 13: You like it? Really? No kidding. Line 14: Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one? Ex: by Bruce Lansky I Can't Write a Poem Forget it. You must be kidding. I'm still half asleep. My eyes keep closing. My brain isn't working. I don't have a pencil. I don't have any paper. My desk is wobbly. I don't know what to write about. And besides, I don't even know how to write a poem. I've got a headache. I need to see the nurse. Time's up? Uh oh! All I have is a dumb list of excuses. You like it? Really? No kidding. Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one?

2 Parody poem: a parody of a poem- a parody is a humorous imitation of an original work, an author s style, or a particular type of literature. Ex: original by Robert Frost, parody by Henry Beard Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Sitting by the Fire on a Snowy Evening by Robert Frost's Cat Whose chair this is by now I know. He's somewhere in the forest though; He will not see me sitting here A place I'm not supposed to go. He really is a little queer To leave his fire's cozy cheer And ride out by the frozen lake. The coldest evening of the year. To love the snow it takes a flake:. The chill that makes your footpads ache, The drifts too high to lurk or creep, The icicles that drip and break. His chair is comfy, soft and deep. But I have got an urge to leap, And mice to catch before I sleep, And mice to catch before I sleep. I can t write a poem : instant poetry! 14 lines, following a format of excuses, one lined up after another. Line 1: Forget it

3 Line 2: You must be kidding Line 3 Line 10: Excuses, one per line (8 total) be original! Line 11: Time's up? Uh oh! Line 12: All I have is a dumb list of excuses. Line 13: You like it? Really? No kidding. Line 14: Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one? Ex: by Bruce Lansky I Can't Write a Poem Forget it. You must be kidding. I'm still half asleep. My eyes keep closing. My brain isn't working. I don't have a pencil. I don't have any paper. My desk is wobbly. I don't know what to write about. And besides, I don't even know how to write a poem. I've got a headache. I need to see the nurse. Time's up? Uh oh! All I have is a dumb list of excuses. You like it? Really? No kidding. Thanks a lot. Would you like to see another one? I Am poem: Poem that follows a format that ultimately describes you. A reflective poem. I Am

4 I am (two special characteristics) I wonder (something you are actually curious about) I hear (an imaginary sound) I see (an imaginary sight) I want (an actual desire) I am (the first line of the poem restated) I pretend (something you actually pretend to do) I feel (a feeling about something imaginary) I touch (an imaginary touch) I worry (something that really bothers you) I cry (something that makes you very sad) I am (the first line of the poem repeated) I understand (something you know is true) I say (something you believe in) I dream (something you actually dream about) I try (something you really make an effort about) I hope (something you actually hope for) I am (the first line of the poem repeated) Ex: by Sandy Maas I AM I wonder what I, and the world, will be like in the year I hear silence pulsing in the middle of the night. I see a dolphin flying up to the sky. I want the adventure of life before it passes me by. I pretend that I'm the ruler of the world. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders.

5 I touch the sky, the stars, the moon, and all the planets as representatives of mankind. I worry about the devastation of a nuclear holocaust. I cry for all the death and poverty in the world I understand the frustration of not being able to do something easily. I say that we are all equal. I dream of traveling to other points on the earth. I try to reach out to poor and starving children. I hope that mankind will be at peace and not die out. Rhyme poems: a poem that rhymes. Schemes are usually consistent Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go

6 To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends. A Red, Red Rose by Robert Burns O my Luve 's like a red, red rose That 's newly sprung in June: O my Luve 's like the melodie That's sweetly play'd in tune! As fair art thou, my bonnie lass, So deep in luve am I: And I will luve thee still, my dear, Till a' the seas gang dry: Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear, And the rocks melt wi' the sun; I will luve thee still, my dear, While the sands o' life shall run. And fare thee weel, my only Luve, And fare thee weel a while! And I will come again, my Luve, Tho' it were ten thousand mile.