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Post by Kiyunalia on Feb 11, 2009 3:12:08 GMT -5
I have to write a ton of poems for my English class since poetry is our current unit. To start it off, I'll post my most recent one which is in a form of an ode. ... Or at least I hope it's an ode. Ode to a Falcon
I watched as the falcon rides the wind with its wingspan. He navigates himself with his eye that can pinpoint accurately to his surroundings. He always knows where to go, to be free and never fear of getting lost.
My green eyes follow that falcon as I stay grounded on the earth. I dream of myself to be with that creature. To touch the heavens and be with the angels within the clouds.
I watched as the falcon rides the wind. The breeze he makes tosses my hair in different directions. It's brown eyes lines up with my emerald pair as it let's out a call. Hello.
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Post by Fox on Feb 11, 2009 7:28:10 GMT -5
Love your poem Ki. Your really good at writing unlike me.... My best poem was my only poem i ever made XP
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Post by kaila on May 7, 2009 22:29:19 GMT -5
yeah they area good.
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Post by Dakota on May 15, 2009 9:12:22 GMT -5
Wow Ki, that was really good. We're in poetry too, so it's like "OMGLOL". I like how you free styled the poem, but still made it flow. I can't do that, because I feel like poems have to rhyme, but you obviously are different than me. I noticed that you put "I watched as the falcom rides the wind" twice, but how you wrote it, it doesn't sound repetitive. It's really a nice piece of work, that would get you an "A" in my class, but you'd have to read it outloud, or the teacher would read it for you, or put it on the overhead for all to see. But, it's a great piece of work. Keep writing.
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Post by Kiyunalia on May 16, 2009 21:33:59 GMT -5
^ My class also did a project where each of us had to a report on a specific poet and recite one of his/her poems in class. The poem had to be at least 20 lines as well and we also had to give a short bio on the poet. My chosen poet was Lewis Carroll and I decided to recite "A Boat Beneath the Sunny Sky" (Technically, the poem doesn't have a title, but it's mostly referred to that. You can find the poem at the end of Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There.) I ended up getting a perfect score on my recitation and an A on my report. I earned some of the points because I was able to properly recite the lines rather than say it as if it's one incredibly long line. The best part about it is that it only took me two hours the night before my recitation to memorize the poem. ;D Okay. Even though poetry unit is long over for my class. I'm just doing another free style as I'm typing. This also is in Kiyunalia's POV and how she's truly feeling about her bird-kid life just for kicks. Understanding
I understand that people envy about the things they don't have or they aren't. While most of the time, they have something someone else envied about.
I heard it many times that people would love to have an exciting life. We all saw it in the movies, television, internet, mass media. They want the life of action, luxury, wealth, thrill. They want to be away of their so-called normal boring life.
They're the ones who don't understand.
They don't understand those who do want their normal boring life. Those who do want to attend school and complain about grades, parents, bitchy popular girls, cocky meatheaded guys. And want to talk about who's going whom to prom.
They don't understand that there's us. Who'll never live that life and wonder whether or not we'll even survive. I type as I go without much edit. So I hope you enjoyed this one. :]
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Post by Tagg on May 17, 2009 9:32:13 GMT -5
That is really good. 0.o
If I decide to go on an advertising rampage again or make a new banner, would you mind if I possibly used some of it? I would give you credit, of course. <3
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Post by Fox on May 17, 2009 10:19:07 GMT -5
Tagg, awesome idea. What if we took this part from the poem?
I heard it many times that people would love to have an exciting life. We all saw it in the movies, television, internet, mass media. They want the life of action, luxury, wealth, thrill. They want to be away of their so-called normal boring life.
They're the ones who don't understand.
They don't understand those who do want their normal boring life. Those who do want to attend school and complain about grades, parents, bitchy popular girls, cocky meatheaded guys. And want to talk about who's going whom to prom.
They don't understand that there's us. Who'll never live that life and wonder whether or not we'll even survive.
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Post by Kiyunalia on May 17, 2009 16:30:03 GMT -5
That would be cool! Thanks! Boredom creative juices flowing again. Let me do another poem in Ki's POV. Burden
You may see it as a blessing. You could say it's to advance our society. You might think that it's something wonderful. In the eyes of a civilian, anything out of the ordinary is considered amazing.
I see it as a burden. I'll never care for advancing this hell when there's only dystopia present. It's a permanent rose. The beauty is there, but so is the pain. Ordinary is amazing by my tearshed eyes.
It's something that I'm stuck with from my beginning to my end. I'd love to see it as some sort of purpose other than being hunted and get treated as a subject.
I'm not some lab rat, a display for a museum or a freak show, nor a lifeless doll. Genetically, I'm not entirely like everyone. But how I'm dealing and feeling with the burden is what fully makes me human.
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