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My Poems By Carly Gordon

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Table of Contents Ballad Poem………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Page 3 My Baby……………………………………………………………………………………….…………………………..Page 4 Elegance……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………Page 5 Trapped in a Box……………………………………………………………………………………………………….Page 6 The Last Night…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..Page 7 Behind Closed Doors………………………………………………………………………………………………..Page 8-9 People Fear the Reaper…………………………………………………………………………………………...Page 10 Shooting Star……………………………………………………………………………………………………….…..Page 11 Scar Poem………………………………………………………………………………………………………….…….Page 12 I’m Sorry……………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….Page 13 Reflection…………………………………………………………………………………………………………….….Page 14

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I remember what you wore on the first day You came into my life and I thought "Hey, you know, this could be something" 'Cause everything you do and words you say You know that it all takes my breath away And now I'm left with nothing So maybe it's true That I can't live without you And maybe two is better than one There's so much time To figure out the rest of my life And you've already got me coming undone And I'm thinking two is better than one

Rewrite: Remember what you wore that day You came and my heart burst My heart beats fast and I’m breathless Without you is the worst

It’s true, I can’t live without you Two is better than one There’s time to figure out my life You’ve got me coming undone

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Title of Work: Hon. Mary Milles Artist: Charlotte Milles My Baby

My baby’s unaware of harm She knows a world of joy Ignorance is bliss for my girl No heartbreak from a boy

My baby sleeps here safe and sound She dreams nothing but bliss I’ll protect her from pain and fear Keep her safe with my kiss

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Title of work: Interior at Nice Artist: Henri Matisse

Elegance She sits outside on the terrace The breeze whips through her hair. The drapes are drawn the way he likes, He helps her float on air.

All feels right as she waits for him. She stares as people walk But she only wants him to come. He comes, they start to talk.

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Title of Work: English Drawing Room of the Early Georgian Period, 1730 Artist: Rice Foundation Trapped in a Box

The room is meant for leisure and rest But she always wants out She’s caught up in the outside world Inside, she only pouts

She’s not fazed by the elegance Fancy, is not her taste Captivated by the outside To her, wealth is a waste

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Title of work: The Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner Artist: Conrad Felixmuller The Last Night What a lovely night, the stars shine bright Lights shine through the city The streets are bright as people walk All I feel is pity

The roads come to an end for me I look out my window The music plays, the people chat Relax, deep breath, just go

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“Behind Closed Doors” I sat at the kitchen table, My parents on each side He beams at me, proud of my determination. She tries to contribute to the conversation I tell her to stop. There’s no point in her pretending She didn’t take the time To care. I wanted her to read it. The sound of her chair Being pushed back Tells me that she’s been Defeated. As she walks away she mumbles sarcastic comments, Trying to jab me With each word I fight back My dad tells me to stop But the words pour out The disappointment The anger It’s becoming too much

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I want to tell her how I feel But she won’t understand I wish people could see what happens Behind closed doors I want people to see the woman Behind the pretty smile I’m not the monster She is

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The reaper stares everyone in the eye. Some people fear it, Others embrace it. You wear the reaper on your back Showing all the power you have And the respect you deserve It’s bony fingers are curled around the globe: The future, The past Control. You go after what you want Without an ounce of hesitation. The hooded figure gives you the strength To do what needs to be done. Whatever it takes to be the best You keep the past in the past And you look ahead to the future. You do what you need to do To protect the ones you love, Always putting them first. You own the cut. You’re an outlaw and you want it that way. You wear the reaper And you wear it well.

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I’m sorry but it had to happen. You needed to know How I felt. My anger couldn’t be held back Any longer. The truth, Had to come out. Hurting you was the only way. I’m sorry but It had to happen.

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When we first started our poetry unit I wasn’t sure how good I was going to be. I had never really written poetry before and I thought it was much more complicated then it actually is. Throughout the unit I discovered that not only do I like writing poetry but it’s a great way to get some anger and aggression out. Most of the poems that I wrote had been from the heart. They were focused on people that play a big part in my life and the feelings that I have towards them. Being able to use all of those emotions and turn them into a special kind of writing made me feel good, special. Poetry really grew on me and even though our poetry unit’s over I think I’m going to keep going with it. Some of the ideas for writing my poems popped into my head in just a second and the ideas started flowing. When we wrote our concrete poems I thought of using a shooting star right away. Once I had figured out my object it was easy to write about my dreams in the poem. I realized that emotions and goals in your life can be turned into beautiful poems and stories. As much as I loved this unit, I’m still having trouble recognizing alliteration, onomatopoeia’s, assonance, and consonance when I read or write poems. Because I have trouble recognizing these forms of poetry I avoided using them in my writing. I’m hoping to have a better understanding of them so I’ll be able to use them more. Even though I had trouble with that, I really took to using conjunction in my poetry. I loved it. Creating shorter sentences made my poems more dramatic which were exactly what I wanted. Having a cliff hanger in the poems makes everything more interesting.

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I’m very pleased with all of my poems that I wrote but I chose three to be graded. The first one I chose is my extended metaphor poem. It’s my favorite. I like the darkness and the power in the poem. It’s very dramatic and I think it’s perfect for describing my dad. The second poem that I chose is my narrative poem. It’s very angry and full of emotions that I don’t let to many people see. I think I did a good job creating an image for people to picture as they read my poem. The last poem that I would like to be graded is my concrete poem. I was pleased with myself with how quick I thought of the idea. My dream to become a screenwriter means a lot to me and I have no problem sharing my goal with other people. I’m very proud of the way that poem turned out. The shooting star looked great. Each of these three poems shows how heartfelt and creative I can be as a poet. I put my best effort and all of my emotions into my poetry.

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