final 3 poems and rationales

Poem Rationales

I used to believe in Magic

I used to believe in magic.
I believed anything could happen.
Everything was magic.

A table was a lion’s cave,

A stick was a sword,

A pool was an ocean.

An armchair a spaceship

A doll my friend,

My Grandmother’s living room,

A castle,

A rainbow,

A bridge to a magical land.

I was many things,

A cowgirl,

A lion,

A penguin,

A princess,

A ninja,

A mother,

A teacher,

I was anything

Now a table is a table,
a couch is a couch,
a stick is a stick,
and a pool is a pool.

Life is hard.

Growing Up Poem: I used to believe in Magic

I chose to include my poem about growing up because it is one of my favorites. It also talks about my opinion about growing up. The title of my poem was “I used to believe in magic”. I chose this title because I think it is the best way to start my poem; it is the same as my first line. My poem has an extended metaphor, personification, and metaphors. The third passage uses an expended metaphor in the third passage to describe what I used to “be”. I use personification in the line in which I say “a doll my friend”, because I say the doll is my friend, I give it a human quality. The metaphors are mostly when I say what an item used to be when I was small, like a table a cave, or a pool an ocean, as they aren’t that item, but I’m not using “like” as that would make it a simile. I separate the lines in a way to give emphasis to what used to be and what it really is. The mood of my poem is nostalgic. It gives the feeling that the person (me) who is telling it isn’t ready to grow up, and want to be a child just a little bit longer. That she misses the simplicity and innocence of a kid’s life, how easy it was to have fun. This is what I was trying to express, that I’m in no hurry to grow up, and that I would like to a kid just a little longer.

Isn’t it Queer

Isn’t it queer

We value

Looks so much?

Critical of others

To bring ourselves up

Schadenfreude

At others insecurity

Every day

Beauty becomes more unreachable

Hopeless to obtain

A vision of perfection

Too high to get a hold off

Its queer,

Isn’t it?

Self-Image Poem: Isn’t it Queer

I picked this poem because of all my poems this is the one I’m proudest of. The title of this poem is “Isn’t it Queer” because it is the first line of my poem, and I think it is also fits the mood of the poem, it is a very good title because you don’t really know what it could be about. I don’t really use any figurative language, only in the last two lines of the fourth verse. I say that beauty is “a vision of perfection too high to get a hold off”. This is a metaphor because I say that perfection is hard to reach, like if it was an object on a shelf, which it is not. I use two of my top ten words, queer and schadenfreude. The line breaks help to the mood of the poem, and so does the white space, as it makes the poem sound as it does. The tone of the mood to me is somewhat innocent. To me it is like a question someone is asking about why people think physical appearance is so important these days, and how it continues to get harder and harder to achieve every day.

Thank You

For my life,

For loving me,

Thank you

For everything

Thank you

For always being there for me.

For believing and supporting me

Thank you

For everything

Thank you

For the superfluous attention,

The serendipity

Of me being your daughter.

Thank you

For the succor you give

Whenever I need it.

Thank you

For everything

Child to Parent Poem: Thank You

I picked this poem because it is my final poem and it is a good example of all I have learned about poetry in class, I consider it some the best poems I have ever written. I don’t use any figurative language in this poem at all. I do use line breaks to make the meaning of the poem be clearer and more meaningful. The mood of this poem is grateful, and the line breaks make the tone depicts this. I also use a few words from my top 40 words, as I couldn’t find a way to apply some of my top 10 words. To me this poem means that as a child you get everything you have from your parents: your life, your stuff, your beliefs, everything. This poem thanks my parents for all the life they have given me. I thank them for making me the person I am today and for all the support and opportunities they give me, for their love and for always being there when I need them. For always looking out for me, for always wanting the best of me. This poem is about how lucky I am to be the daughter of such amazing parents who think so highly of me and are so proud of me.