![]() I had a feeling a week of experimental poetry with students would be fun - and I wasn't disappointed. We tried out a new form each day - found poetry, haiku, "abecedarian" poetry, randomized poetry, and a little slam poetry. The students were game to try anything, and I'm really proud of what they came up with! Here's a small sampling. Many elements of these poems jump out at me as being awesome, but I'll refrain from adding commentary and let the students' words speak for themselves. :) Slam Poem by Seth What to write it’s here Right in front What is it Another great prompt What to write I know the prompt know how to start Start Everything has a start no matter how small or large bugs they are small planets they are large in the end they both become one There is only one space within space there are billions of galaxies Within one there’s more than ever imaginable. Apples are Rotten (An Abecedarian poem) by Erin Apples are bad. Can’t deny the extraordinary fact. Gallant knights hate apples. In the olden days the church bells rang the warning bells. Jingling sounds of fear. King Rotten Apple liked to terrorize the villagers. Many noble knights ran in fright of the apple king. People of the town, the Queen fainted at the rotten apples. Stench filled the United Kingdom, and the people vanished. “What ever shall we do” they cried. Xylographs show the ancient battle. You might want to reconsider your life choices because zillions of apples inhabit the earth. ![]() Contemplation of Existence (Too Haikül for School) a group poem from the Western State poetry day One more empty chair A place for a road weary traveller to sit the chair sits alone utilitarian, but better than the floor the chair stood empty its pale green color faded the metal legs bent the bending, welding of semi-cushioned tanned seat hold an empty soul the chair is empty like my life and my soul Abandonment by Jacque Moments come and go Just like my father He was never there Every promise Every pinky swear Left unkept Disappointment surrounded me Nothing hurts more than broken promises The trust was crumpled at our feet The abandonment hurt The trust issues are real Everyone leaves Everyone lies His leaving hurt But it wasn’t my fault Change the Road I took by Ryan There was a time in my life Where I wanted to change something bad that happened But I knew I couldn’t change the past Even when I wanted to But if I had that one chance I would change the road I took Like Robert Frost’s poem The road less traveled Only, I did not get the outcome that his story portrayed I took the road less traveled And it left me wounded and scarred I wasn’t dead I was still alive Physically scarred And mentally scarred How is this so That's the problem I don’t even know I only saw the inevitable A force that couldn’t be dodged Then nothing Just the dark There was no light at the end of this tunnel Or was there I do not remember much But I do know If I could change one thing It would be the road I took Whether it would change the way I live now Or if it would change anything at all I do know one thing I more than likely Would not feel the pain that I felt If only I did change the road I took French Fries in the Fall
(a group poem from the Western State poetry day) The auburn leaves scream against the skyline, forcing her to forget to remember his eyes Turns out when people fall, they don’t make a sound. It enhances the tingling within the palm of my hands You are the tingling in my stomach. You’re easy on the eyes, This is what I think about, When I see French fries. Eyes like the ocean Pull me in till the tide comes back. to the bottom of the seas to the highest pines eat all those fries
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