POETRY on the BLOG!
Use your assigned vocabulary word in a POEM!
The poem should include a literary device* and can be as short as a couplet (2 lines) or as long as you like.
*simile, metaphor, personification, irony, allusion, symbolism, alliteration, assonance, rhyme, repetition, etc.
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Enter the domain,
of unknown beauty.
Where endless possibilities
are and can be.
Climb aboard,
the boat of mystery.
Dormant your worries,
and enjoy the soft breeze.
The breeze, The breeze,
of endless possibilities.
draconian our government is
leaving a horror for our kids
i once had a father who was,
draconian
he felt no love
and no pain
he thought by making people work like
his little puppets it would be okay
but, its not
i would lay on the wooden floor muscles aching
he wouldn't care
he would laugh as i worked in the fields on hot days
teasing me as he drank cool water when i couldn't have any
the only place i felt safe was in the domain of my room
my sheets are a cold blanket snuggled around me as i slowly drift to sleep
awaiting another horrible day
All through the night
After every draconian fight
The city of light
Turned into a city of fright
The people were right
Inviting this strange man was not very bright
So they caught the man tonight
And put him under duress in a manner that wasn’t polite
They accused him for turning their city into a bloody sight
The man disagreed and said he was a knight
They did not believe him and still held him tight
So the man solved the problem by giving them a drink called Sprite
The city once again turned white
As the townspeople celebrated with the man in delight
My dirty domain
Like a stinky pig pen
Oh what to do? How to clean it?
My closet is dormant
With clothes strewn on the floor
My toys are in doldrums
My dromedary camel and the funny humps on their backs
My draconian villains fighting my egalitarian heroes
Since moving out of our house in the big edifice
My room has just been a mess!
There once was a child who was watching TV,
So quietly dormant and bored as can be,
He walked into the hall,
Glanced at the fourth wall,
And said "God, I hate poetry."
I have effaced my love for you, like sand washed away by the sea.
i listened to the dulcet sounds fill the room,
was it safe for me to assume?
had all my worries been effaced?
or somehow had they been replaced?
nevertheless they're not here now,
posing as if my worries are "all pau"
All strive for an egalitarian society like “back then” but can we revert,
If only our world was peaceful and dulcet like “Ave Maria” by Schubert.
May we efface life’s duress?
Or will we go CRAZY like Bak-Hee when she couldn’t confess.
Whatever the answer may be,
We should all be grateful were not a dromedary
The elegant and dulcet soprano acted very silly,
but was that her fault she just really had to use the restroom.
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