The Road Not Taken - draft

Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Forget Not Yet

Thomas Wyatt

a

A Forget not yet the tried intent

A Of such a truth as I have meant

A My great travail so gladly spent

B Forget not yet.

a

C Forget not yet when first began

C The weary life ye knew, since when

C The suit, the service, none tell can,

B Forget not yet.

a

D Forget not yet thegreat assays,

D The cruel wongs, the scornful ways,

D The poinful patience in denays

B Forget not yet.

a

E Forget not yet, forget not this,

E How long ago hath been, and is,

E The mind that never means amiss;

B Forget not yet.

Shift

F Forget not yet thine own apporved,

F The shich so long hath thee so loved,

F Whose steadfast faith yet never moved,

B Forget not this.

a

*TPCASTT*

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Title: Title tells us "not to forget" something; probably something meaningful.

a

Paraphrase: Never forget about this: When you were living a weary life, going&suffering through so many obstacles, you have never lost your faith. So why lose it now?

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Connotation: Red: rhyme scheme: It shows how the poem flows naturally with all the patterns of rhyme; it allows the poem to be more of a song-like, Green: repetition: By doing this, author can be clear about what he/she wanted to say and what the main idea of the poem is. Sometimes the word repeated is the theme of the poem, or at times, the most important word throughout the poem, Purple: symbol for agony: By using the symbol, author can hide the meaning of the other word, such as the theme. Allowing the reader to figure out the hidden meaning, it adds joy to the reader, Blue: allteration: Alliteration makes the poem fun to read out loud by giving the same sounds; it is the same in this poem, too.

a

Attitude: A little preachy but it is still respectful. The author is trying to say something that is in his/her mind.

a

Shifts: Orange: shift: Before, the author was telling what the person had gone through and what the person had suffered; after the shift, the author tells her what she had done well in the past and that she should do the same thing today.

a

Title: I think the title of this poem is well-chosen, clearly revealing what is trying to say.

a

Theme: Never forget precious things/experiences that you have learned (from) from the past.

When You Thought I Wasn't Looking

Mary Rita Syhlike Korzan

a

When you thought I wasn't looking, you displayed my first report,
and I wanted to do another.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you fed a stray cat,
and I thought it was good to be kind to animals.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you have me a sticker,
and I knew that little things were special things.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you put your arm around me,
and I felt loved.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw tears come from your eyes,
and I learned that sometimes things hurt,
but that it's all right to cry.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you smiled,
and it made me want to look that pretty too.

When you thought I wasn't looking, you cared,
and I wanted to be everything I could be.

When you thought I wasn't looking, I looked...
and wanted to say thanks for all those things you did
when you thought I wasn't looking.


*MY THOUGHTS*
This is one of the poems I used at the forensics tournament, and it is about the teachers. At times, when teachers give you many homework, quizzes, and tests, we seem to hate school. But when we look back to those days, it's all memories. I like this poem because I felt the same when I graduated elementary and middle school. I have learned a lot from my teachers, and I am still learning indespensible knowledge etc. at school. This poem has expressed it thoroughly and clearly. When I read this poem out with emotions, I felt really touched, and I thought the judges really liked it too :)

Justine's Poetry from Writing 1

Restroom
Audience: Elementary Children
Final draft
Sound Poem

“Bang! Bang!”
People beating the door.
“Me first! Me first!”
Shouts of people waiting

“Crash!”
The cry of the door
“Crash!”
The injury of the door

“Shhh~!” Listen!
There goes the flush!
As soon as the water sucks down,
People get ready for race.

“All done!” they say
With relief in their voices.
“Drip! Drip!”
The water drops are left
In their empty spaces.


Two Rooms of Dream
Audience: Young adults
Final draft
Narrative Poem

I live in a doorway
Between two rooms

In one room
I find my foot,
Tapping to the melody
My hand races down the string,
My arm dances in the air.
As I create my music,
I dream of the day
Finding myself on the stage
Being one of the greatest musicians.

In another room
I find my hand,
Scribbling down the paper
My pencil starts to cry
My brain starts to beseech.
As I fill out each and every word
I dream of the day
Finding myself in court
Being one of the keenest prosecutors.


Lovely Fly
Audience: Young adults who hate flies.
Final draft
Process Poem

An angel,
With shining eyes
Staring at you with tears
Reflecting yourself
In a hundred points of view
Waiting for you to see itself
Landing on your food.

An angel,
With rainbow-colored wings
Flapping here and there
Searching for a place to land
A place to give you blessings
A blessing for you and me
A blessing of germs.

An angel,
With beautiful lips
Full of love for everyone
Kissing this and that
Finding for its true love
And, once it discovers you,
Kisses you with black lips.


The Very First Day
Audience: Young adults with experience of the first day of school.
Final draft
Pantoum

That day I was unprepared
The first step toward high school
Painful and harsh they declared
Armful of projects soaked with drool

The first step toward high school
Walking up and down the stairs
Armful of projects soaked with drool
Who cares about friend affairs?

Walking up and down the stairs
Everyone looks so worried and anxious,
Who cares about friend affairs?
Seeing teachers’ keen eyes checking who’s conscientious.

Everyone looks so worried and anxious
Painful and harsh they declared
Seeing teachers’ keen eyes checking who’s conscientious
That day I was unprepared.