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A lizard in a blizzard Got a snowflake in his gizzard And nothing else much happened, I’m afraid But lizard rhymed with gizzard And that my dear, is why most poems are made. -Shel Silverstein. What is poetry? Where do you find it?. Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants
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A lizard in a blizzard Got a snowflake in his gizzard And nothing else much happened, I’m afraid But lizard rhymed with gizzard And that my dear, is why most poems are made. -Shel Silverstein
What is poetry? Where do you find it?
Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Ten thousand hours felt like ten thousand ants Ten thousands ants, they carry me Ryan Lewis and Macklemore But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame Les Miserables
Poetry can make you buy products. Or can it?
What do you think is the emotion of this poem? Why? What do you think the message of the poem is? Why?
Daybreak in Alabama When I get to be a composer I'm gonna write me some music about Daybreak in Alabama And I'm gonna put the purtiest songs in it Rising out of the ground like a swamp mist And falling out of heaven like soft dew. I'm gonna put some tall tall trees in it And the scent of pine needles And the smell of red clay after rain And long red necks And poppy colored faces And big brown arms And the field daisy eyes Of black and white black white black people And I'm gonna put white hands And black hands and brown and yellow hands And red clay earth hands in it Touching everybody with kind fingers And touching each other natural as dew In that dawn of music when I Get to be a composer And write about daybreak In Alabama. Langston Hughes
Library Blackout Poetry 1. One page of writing – read it. 2. Then, read it again and circle in pencil words that you think are essential to the page 3. Then, edit the words to create feeling and images..blacking out as the example Or rewriting on a separate page.
In my nature Is one who wishes to know Himself; I am a sleeping thought That does not cease thinking I am a dream That I see and feel I am