I learned to be proud of my work no matter what. And even If you mess up with your poem no one is going to realize because you're the only one who knows. Other than that, they thought us about the cadence that different people have in the way they preform their poems. I also think that also cadance can change according to the emotions and words in the poem.
b.) When writing your own poem, what did you use as inspiration?
First of all. my inspiration was a movie that I watched once about ladies selling their bodies for a pay and then turned into violence. Second of all. Facebook was one of my inspirations too, because before I got down to my poem I was checking my Facebook and found a lot of swearing (nasty language) going on in almost everything other post I read that was on my news feed. Third of all, war that is going on in my country and other places in the world. They really should get a lot of care and thought to those ones in violent wars and life a really harsh life.
c.) What are you most proud of from your poem or your presentation of it?
The most thing I was proud of from my poem is that this is my first poem with a lot of rhyming in it which made it flow more for the listeners and it also made sense at the same time. And the thing that I was proud of from my presentation was that I didn't mess up that much I might have messed up a little but I think I managed to make it not too obvious so that is one thing I was happy about. I also wasn't that nervous when I got up and I was pretty calm so that helped as well.
d.) How did you feel before you performed?
I felt I bit nervous and I was shaking as well. But as I got into the poem, I was pretty calm and excited and flew into the world of poetry.
e.) How did you feel AFTER you performed?
I felt really pumped up and I wished I had more poems with me to preform!
f.) What would you change about your own poem or performance for next time?
I would try to fully memorize it so my performance would have been better rather than me having to look after every stanza to make sure what's next.
g.) What did you learn/like about someone else's poem?
I really liked and learned something from everyone's poem. Each person in the class had a really wonderful message in their poem and was very fluent and touching.
MY POEM:
I was walking down a path, so hoary with many puddles
I tumbled, I crawled, and I managed to slip through the crack,
I managed to handle the troubles.
I encountered hate, I encountered love, and I encountered violence,
And violence and another great deal of violence.
Not talking about the violence you touch while trying to play the violin
But the war violence, the world's violence,
Why can't peace be our next of kin?
You call it a joke, hitting became a joke, swearing on people became a joke,
Bullying became a joke.
Violence has become an issue.
It can be acted not just spoke.
I went on the cyber world,
I found ever line had swear words, people writing in backwards.
Nasty passwords.
Can't violence be recorded in your passports?
Oh, sorry, I made a mistake it's only there for transports and airports.
I encountered hate, I encountered love, and I encountered violence,
And violence and another great deal of violence
Thought I'd shake it off by watching a T.V show,
Reporting 2 bombs is Palestine,
300 lost bodies in Afghanistan
My mind got blown, violence has grown, planes on postpone.
Other than that, we're feeding violence with our nasty language on the cellular phone.
So now I dressed and walked down the road,
13 years-old girl with a pocket knife,
16 years-old boy with matches and gas and burning public places calling it fun
20 years-old dude with a gun,
Do you call this a normal life?
I encountered hate, I encountered love, and I encountered violence,
And violence and another great deal of violence.
Now I crawled into bed, thinking about what I saw,
It burnt threw me like getting cut by a bear claw.
It dropped my lower jaw.
Violence seems like common law.
My eyes went shut, found the same story, my violent day.
Ladies selling their bodies for a small pay.
Is this what we want to live with?
Every time in my dream I try to stop it,
I seem to be too weak; I am smaller than the violence's smallest width.
I encountered hate, I encountered love, and I encountered violence,
And violence and another great deal of violence.
Greg 'Ritalin' Frankson:
His nickname is a real medicine that treats, but he treats hearts with deep words that are unable to defeat.
Beth ann Fisher
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Her words sink deep to the spirit, with gestures and body language I garantee you'll truly feel it.
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