Table of Contents

1. I Am Poem
2. Bio Poem
3. Re-Creation Poem
4. Stylistic Imitation Poem
5. Definition Poem
6. Limerick Poem
7. Ode Poem
8. Found Poem
9. Choral Poem
10. Favorite Poem

I am the remedy to injustice

I wonder what I can triumph over next

I hear a plea of help for she who suffers

I see the foundation of democracy crumbling beneath me

I want my rights to never be infringed

I am disheartened by the amount of corruption

I pretend my message advocates for change

I feel my potential has not yet been realized

I worry my actions might be vain, but it doesn’t stop me from trying

I cry a scream of freedom that rings throughout the land

I am Patriotism

I understand that separation leads to the dissolution of liberty

I say “we”, “our” and “us”

I dream for a future where my kids can live without fear

I try to demonstrate the extent of liberty to the rest of the world

I hope tyranny will never restrain me

I am the American people

I Am Poem: Faith

Robert,

Sarcastic, witty, stubborn, endearing

Friend of Narrie, Bradley and Alex

Lover of film, delectable foods and music

Who feels a sense of pride in oneself, determined for change, and attentive for all

Who needs time to explore adulthood, travel abroad, and discover the meaning of life

Who gives his thoughts, undivided attention, and emotions to those he cares about

Who fears separation, misguidance, and nihilism

Who would like to see the Himalayas Western-Europe, and the land of the rising sun

Resident of Santee, California

Lopez

Bio-Poem: Who Am I?

Recreation poem: Epiphany

I walked for miles in the cold

My breath before me, full of empty promises

I stay close, huddled with regret that I bear with me

Stranded in what seemed like a white pasture full of lies

Beneath the worries in which I lay dormant

I witness a light burning yellow, illuminating the darkness of where my heart fell

An epiphany, lighting a fire in my hands

Melting away my plight that is thick as ice

All my troubles I once harbored, released into the solution I once desired

I can see clearly, the fog disappearing from my subconscious

I am no longer weighed down and it is apparent

But the cold months of December always seem enlightening

Highlighted words are from Gary Soto’s Poem “Oranges”

Stylistic Imitation Poem: Winter had come early

At was eight-sixteen in the morning

It was eight-sixteen in the morning

Plane engines roar far above the rising sun

At eight sixteen in the morning

Wind breezed beneath the wings

At eight sixteen in the morning

His eyes stared into impending doom

At eight sixteen in the morning

A weapon that changed history forever

At eight sixteen in the morning

Commotion struck among the crowd

At eight sixteen in the morning

Dive-bombing through a sea of clouds

At eight sixteen in the morning

Complete decimation

At eight sixteen in the morning

Ash quickly spreads

At eight sixteen in the morning

So it be clear

At eight sixteen in the morning

Winter had come early

It was eight-sixteen in the morning

Imitation of Federico Garcia Lorca’s style in his poem “Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias"

Inconceivable: [In-conceive-able], adjective, adverb inconceivably

Incapable of being imagined or grasped mentally; unbelievable or absurd:

Prestigious in every degree; no matter how sharp the edge

Never slumped by failure

And never held back by the constraint of reality

Dreams are a mere coincidence and nothing else

But just goes to show

That even in the dark, there can be light

And here I am again,

At the base of the summit

Definition Poem: At the base of the summit

There once lived a man upon a hill

Who’s expression always remained still

The townspeople sneered

His name often smeared

And forgot to embrace his goodwill

Limerick: Who has the last laugh?

Gargy, oh sweet Gargy

I admire your ambitions

To eradicate those blue devils and smelt them dearly!

Their glow is like gold, a true precious metal

Wisp your wand high, and show them what you’re made of

Your elongated nose and perfect jawline

A true man doesn’t exist, but you’re the exception

Failure after failure, will lead to success

You’re a brilliant mind Gargy, don’t let that discourage you

I applaud with the masses, a real crowd pleaser

Your legacy shall live on, the scourge of Nod

Ode to Gargamel

I close my eyes just for a moment

The world is gray

The air now in silence

A crow flies across the flooding garden

The horizon’s shadow

Slowly leaks with color

I open my eyes

Light finds the window

A few birds are signing

The sun is up once again

Words from the novel The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger

Found Poem: Radiant

Knock Knock

Who’s at the door?

It’s half past four

Who have I brought?

Nonsense I just forgot

After you

Knock knock

I am at the door

Let me in

I’m here for supper

Am I not welcome?

Thank you

Choral Poem: Kung-Pao Chicken