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An anthology written and compiled by Danika

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Table of Contents

The Rider by Naomi Shihab Nye - Page 4 My Escape by Danika - Page 5 Winter Song by Danika - Page 6 & 7

Friendship’s Flower by Dakhota Gray - Page 8 Campfire by Julia Caddy - Page 9 Dance by Danika - Page 10 & 11 Turn to Stone by Ingrid Michaelson - Page 12 Summer Adventures by Danika - Page 13

Pure Imagination by - Page 14 & 15

The Real Me by Danika - Page 16 Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost by Danika - Page 17

Name Vignette

by Danika - Page 18

Works Cited- Page 19 & 20

The Rider Naomi Shihab Nye’

A boy told me if he roller-skated fast enough his loneliness couldn't catch up to him, the best reason I ever heard  for trying to be a champion.  What I wonder tonight pedaling hard down King William Street is if it translates to bicycles.  A victory! To leave your loneliness  panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, pink petals that have never felt loneliness,  no matter how slowly they fell. 

One of the examples of figurative language in this poem is personification. Twice, the same type of example is used. This his example is "his loneliness couldn't catch up to him" (stanza one, line three), and "A victory! To leave your loneliness, panting behind you on some street corner" (stanza four, lines one and two). These are examples of personification because it is giving the human trait of panting, or “catching up" with the roller-blader, to the emotion of loneliness. I think the author chose to make this comparison so the reader gets an image in their mind of a rollerblader or biker moving quickly away, casting backward glances at the shadowy figure they're leaving behind. This way it is more interesting to read, the reader connects to it on a more personal level, and understands what the author is trying to communicate with the poem.

The author has written this poem so that the lines don't rhyme, however, it still has specific rhythm. This intentional choice of line length contributes to the rhythm of the piece. The two lines on their own in the second stanza have eight syllables each, which adds to the rhythm of the piece. The author chose to write it this way to intrigue the reader and pull them in, so the sound and beat of the poem gets copied into your mind. 

My Escape by D.V.

Have you ever felt the feeling of desperation, as if being trapped in a glass box? This is what I was trying to create in this concrete poem. I attempted a conceit with this metaphor of being trapped in a box, because it allowed me to get my point across in a more concise manner. It created imagery so the reader could see a vivid picture in their mind, and also allowed me to convey the tone mentioned above (desperation, as if trapped, and then into a lighter, hopeful tone). The metaphor is also symbolism because it is representing an idea not a solid, concrete thing. The idea that the symbol of the glass box is representing the underlying message of pushing boundaries (stepping out of the box), and the more clear message you can see in the poem is being trapped in misery with no way out. A large part of this poem is not just the words, but the visual they create. Without even reading the poem, you already know what it means to me. The book in the middle is a clear representation of the title (My Escape), which means you can infer that reading and writing is the way I break free. The square surrounding my poem is meant to represent those rigid walls you are confined in when not having read a book. Though it is not explicitly stated in the poem, a meaning within the shape and poem is that without reading, you are in your own little bubble, and reading opens all kinds of doors (like the one to the box).

Winter Song by D.V.

Flurries of snowflakes twirl to the ground, Painting the barren trees white Outside my bedroom window, It is still, silent Splendid  Mother nature laying her quilt over the earth once again I am alone, watching the winter's day Alone, yet not lonely By myself, yet surrounded by voices Voices carried on the wind, whispering words of wishes And hopes And dreams In winter, the world opens up Speaks to me the way I speak to it  Outside, in the still air Peacefully quiet A serene hush fallen over the branches laden with snow I stop Appreciating the beauty everyone else misses to the cold chill in the air Winter is my time

Still, silent. Splendid. What picture do you see in your mind? If you see a winter's day, then I've achieved what I strived for! Not only did I use this alliteration to create imagery, but the three "s" sounds in still, silent, and splendid achieves a flow of the words together. The pause between "silent" and "splendid", when read aloud or in slowly in your head, creates a reflective kind of mood and wondrous feeling, making you consider that the word splendid describes the stillness and silence as well as the snow itself. The same intention of flow applies to the second stanza, line four, in which I use the words "whispering words of wishes", which is meant to provide rhythm and to make the reader say it in a whisper like the words suggest, because that is why I am inclined to say it when I read it. The next two lines following it are also chosen specifically to add rhythm. "And hopes/And dreams" (stanza two, lines five and six) have the same sentence structure (one connecting word, and then a noun), and also begin with the same connecting word, "and", which is an example of parallelism. I also used parallelism to use a device that would contribute to the rhythm, yet be simple enough that the reader would be inclined to read it slowly and intentionally, and I think the parallelism enhances this. The last line of the first stanza is both personification and a metaphor. It is personification because the trait of laying down a quilt cannot be given to nature, or the form of Mother Nature. It is a metaphor because the snow blanketing the ground is not really a quilt, but I do not use the words "like" or "as". I chose this metaphor because it creates a beautiful image of the silent day, and the particular use of the analogy "quilt" makes it seem as if it is smothering all the other sounds, which makes it so silent. As well, almost the entire second stanza is personification because I am talking about the season of winter, and the earth, talking to me through voices in the wind, which can't physically happen. The tone of my piece is meant to be reflective, and tranquil because it is my own personal time by myself, alone, but enjoying the peace and quiet. 

Friendship’s Flower

Life is like a garden And Friendship like a flower That blooms and grows in beauty With the sunshine and the shower.

And lovely are the blossoms That are tended with great care, By those who work unselfishly to make the place more fair. 

And, like the garden blossoms, Friendship's Flower grows more sweet When watched and tended carefully By those we knew and meet

And if the seed of friendship Is planted deep and true And watched with understanding, Friendship's Flower will bloom for you.

Dakhota Gray

Beautiful and vibrant flowers erupt in your mind as you read this lovely and cheery poem, reminding you of the sweet feeling of friendship. Here is why the literary devices the author uses contribute to the tone and poem. The entire poem is a combination of a simile and a metaphor. In the first stanza, it compares life to a garden, and friendship to a flower. This contributes to the beautiful imagery and is a more lyrical and beautiful way of conveying the same point [about friends and life]. The tone of this poem is carefree and happy, because it is about appreciating your friends and the light they bring to your life. The choice of words, for example, "And, like the garden blossoms, Friendship's Flower grows more sweet" (stanza three, lines one and two) are also bright and happy with a bouncy sound to them.  There is also a specific rhyme scheme throughout all four stanzas. This scheme is ABCB. Each stanza has these four lines following this pattern. The rhyme creates a rhythm and pace while reading to keep the reader engaged, but by skipping the rhyme in the third line of each stanza (C), it doesn't detract from the message or overwhelm the reader. 

Campfire x e


by J.C.




My eyes are burning in the blazing light The beat of my heart joins the flames crackle A breeze, soft and light, tickles through midnight Outside we sit, so free yet ramshackle Our souls indulge until the morning rays With the coals, our worries we shall destroy Laughing and singing, relighting old days Forget our worries, remember our joy


As the faint crackle and the whisper fade The sinking moon says a distant farewell Dawn has come, a new journey has been made My hopes are so high, my feelings so swell By the flame and the forest I shall wait Knowing that tonights fire will not be late



Stop for a second and picture a campfire: What atmosphere do you see and hear? In this poem, the tone is carefree, bright and happy. I get this feeling because of certain phrases such as "laughing and singing, relighting old days" (stanza two, line three). When I read this poem, I see a vivid image of people laughing and singing by a campfire, which is a happy scene, so the overall mood is happy and upbeat.

The author uses rhyme often in this poem, because that is the nature of a sonnet (the rhyme scheme is ABAB, CDCD, etc.). This rhyme contributes to the rhythm and creating a specific tempo, as well as making it more engaging and interesting to read. These three lines from the first stanza are a good example of this rhythm. "My eyes are burning in the blazing light/The beat of my heart joins the flames crackle/A breeze, soft and light, tickles through midnight." She also uses the word light twice, as if to emphasize the rhyming between "light" and "midnight". Lastly, she uses personification as a form of figurative language in her piece. In stanza three, line two, she talks about the moon saying a farewell. The moon, an inanimate object, is given the human action or quality of saying goodbye. The use of personification adds depth and interest to the piece, as well as painting an image in your mind.




I push myself to my absolute best Feeling the strain in my body and mind Yet not a part of me wishes to rest The dance and I, together we are bind Joy surrounds me as the spotlight shines down Exhilaration pounding in my veins In my happiness I will surely drown All of my training is never in vain Embraced by freedom, I feel so alive Every move I make feels so right, so sure The harder I strive, the more that I thrive  I am pulled in by the dance's allure         As long as it's here, my days shan't be gray  Dance will always shape who I am today

Everyone feels strongly about something that they love. Since sonnets are traditionally love poems, I wrote my sonnet about something that I have a love for: dance. I really want readers to understand my passion for dance throughout the piece, and be able to relate to this passion. Even if you don't dance, many people feel this way about their own special art form, talent, or passion. Another message I was conveying was the way I feel during different styles of dance. In stanza two, the more flowing style of writing portrays the way I feel while dancing lyrical, while stanza's one and three are a bit sharper, reminding me of the jazz style. I hope this will help readers to see pictures in their mind, and if they dance, connect more deeply to the poem.  One of the lines of figurative language I use in my sonnet is "In my happiness I will surely drown" (stanza 2, line 3). I chose to use this metaphor so reader's understand the overwhelming feeling when you just feel so alive, as if there is so much happiness inside of you that you feel as if you could burst. This imagery is what I was trying to create with the metaphor I chose. 

by ingrid Michaelson

by D.V.

Summer means different things to different people- to some, the ocean breeze, others the long nights, and maybe the freedom to others. For me, summer means adventure, a fun and happy time where I can experience new things. The rhyme in line two, "summer time; discover time", develops this fun and upbeat tone and bouncy rhythm which reflects my feelings, as well as providing rhythm. 

Summer Adventures Searching high and low: Summer time; discover time, Seeking ADVENTURES The kigo and kireji are both important elements to my haiku as well. The kireji is the colon in line one. This can be identified as my kireji because it separates two different ideas-- searching, and then switching over to talking about summer. This adds structure to the piece and is a clear marker between two ideas The kigo is even easier to spot-- yes, the season word is "summer". Though this may seem obvious, I chose it because "summer" and "discover" just have a nice rhythm when strung together. Not only that, but to add more rhythm and flow to the piece, I liked each word starting with an "s", which is an example of alliteration.

Pure Imagination by Roald Dahl

Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley

Come with me and you'll be In a world of pure imagination Take a look and you'll see  Into your imagination

We'll begin with a spin Trav'ling the world of my creation What we'll see will defy Explanation If you want to view paradise Simply look around and view it Anything you want to, do it Want to change the world, there's nothing to it There is no life I know There is no life I know To compare with pure imagination To compare with pure imagination Living there, you'll be free Living there, you'll be free If you truly wish to be If you truly wish to be

Whenever I read this poem, I feel as if anything is possible. Reading this poem is empowering yourself to believe and create the fantastical, to indulge in the impossible. This fills with you with light inside, and I always feel cheerful after reading it. These are all examples of tone in this poem. However, there are many factors that contribute and convey the tone of the poem. The two I am talking about is repetition and rhythm.Â

There are several instances of rhyme in this poem, another factor that adds to the rhythm. For example, Come with me and you'll be/In a world of pure imagination/Take a look and you'll see/Into your imagination (stanza one). As you can see, "be" and "see" rhyme, as well as the fact that imagination repeats itself which makes it sound like a rhyme. In the following stanza, words like "creation" and "explanation" are used, further rhymes to imagination. These examples contribute to the poem because they create a bouncy and whimsical rhythm that reflects on the tone. It also makes the song/poem catchy as well. The second factor, repetition, also contributes to the poem for these reasons. The second last stanza is repeated twice, for the purposes of the song to make it more catchy, but also to emphasize the main point of the poem. The phrase "pure imagination", the title, is also repeated for the same reasons.Â

The Real Me

by D.V.

What do you think of when you think of me? What do you hear, what do you see? Is it me that you see, or just an image Is it my face, my hair, my height, my grades, my friends, my fights?  Or do they see the real me The one who climbs trees and loves the sea Do they see the girl who longs for adventure?  Who jumps at the chance to be daring and discover Who reads and writes for an alternate life To go on treacherous journeys and dangerous quests To get to know a new character, live the adventures she's dreamed living

Do they know the girl who dances away all her worries and cares Works hard and trains harder as she leaps through the air When she twirls and whirls on stage, she feels free She dances because it brings her great glee People judge me, people break me But does anyone know this is the real me?

Does anyone know the girl I am? Who smiles and laughs with friends and family? She relies on them as they rely on her, And they brighten her life like a blazing fire

Everyone feels judged at some point in their lives. Everyone gets that feeling that no one knows who they are, or who they aspire to be. This is the overarching theme I was trying to achieve: how you are affected by other people's judgements and perceptions of yourself. Throughout the poem, I made clear choices on how to show this. For example, my word choices, such as "people judge me, people break me" (stanza five, line one), because it has a sad, lonely feel to it. As well, it uses words that clearly, yet with room for individual speculation, describe my feelings. Also, the couplet acts as a transition from the descriptive language describing me, to the underlying meaning and theme of the poem as in a sonnet. I chose to have the couplet at the end of the poem because it added a sense of finality to the piece.  I do not have a specific rhyme scheme for this poem because I wanted to use the words I felt I need to to convey my message, and these words were not always rhymes. However, I intentionally chose to use several rhyming words to encourage rhythm. It was really important to me that it was engaging to the reader and had a distinct way of being read so that the reader would remember the words long after they read them. 

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost: An Exploration of Identity Like snowflakes, no two people are the same. My identity will always be mine, something only I can claim while others will be left to fumble with outstretched fingers. This is me, and everything that is who I am.     But who am I without my family and friends, there to guide me and keep me from choosing the wrong path? Their support and undying love is what makes me who I am. Without them, how could I live? How could I live without their laughter and love? Our souls indulge until the morning rays/with the coals, our worries we shall destroy/laughing and singing, relighting old days (Campfire by Julia Caddy, lines 5 -7). When camping, not only do I get a chance to go on an adventure, spend time in the outdoors which I love, but also develop and relish this bond my family and I share. And like the garden blossoms/Friendship's Flower grows more sweet/When watched and tended carefully/by those we know and meet (Friendship's Flower by Dakhota Gray, lines 9 - 12). But love can come in many forms, and my friends and family is just one of them. Leaping, jumping, simply moving to the music... dance is another one of my passions and I truly believe it shapes who I am. Not only does it make me feel free and alive, as if I could soar through the treetops with the birds, but it also teaches me important life skills and concepts like determination, perseverance, and community. My training is difficult, but that is part of the reason it is so worthwhile. The rush and adrenaline from dancing onstage is one of the best moments of my life.  Joy surrounds me as the spotlight shines down/exhilaration pounding in my veins (Dance by D.V, lines six and seven).      Trapped. Helpless. Alone. Everyone's been there. Sometimes you feel that pinching in your chest, that feeling that you don't belong, as if know one knows who you really are. People judge me, people break me/ but does anyone know this is the real me (The Real Me by D.V, lines 21 - 22). These are the times where I need a hand, where I need something that will pull me out of the rut. Trapped in this world of misery, stuck at an impasse/But wait! A ray of light is seen (My Escape by D.V, lines 2 - 3). Writing, reading. This is my sanctuary. Sometimes, I resort to other methods. Sometimes, I try to run away from my loneliness, to busy myself in some other way that I won't feel that sharp pang. A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner/while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas/pink petals that have never felt loneliness/no matter how slowly they fell (The Rider by Naomi Shihab Nye, lines 9 - 13). There are times when I relish my alone time. When I have this time, by myself, to escape from the hustle and bustle, to feel so still and peaceful. I am alone, watching the winter's day/alone yet not lonely/by myself, yet surrounded by voices (Winter Song by D.V, lines 7 - 9). When I am alone, particularly in the stillness of winter, it is as if the world is able to speak to me, and I write down it's thoughts through my writing and imagination. There is no life I know/to compare with pure imagination/living there, you'll be free/if you truly wish to be (Pure Imagination by Leslie Bricusse and Anthony Newley, lines 13 - 16). My imagination is not only where I go to be escape, and run free, but also to express myself, and my inner thoughts and desires. Crafting my own masterpiece, my soul pouring out with glory (My Escape by D.V, line 15).       Writing is a huge part of my life. It's as much a part of me as my skin and bones, and I know it will always be with me. My love of writing also reveals my true self beneath, and says things about me nothing else can. It reveals my daring to discover and curiousity, my need to look behind the surface and find something more. Danger comes, my heart beat quickens, I honestly can't stop flipping/it's wonderful and beautiful, the adventure that I'm living (My Escape by D.V, lines 9 and 10) describes the way I dive into someone else's life and am able to live the adventure I've dreamed living through reading and writing. It reveals my inner explorer. Summer time; discover time/seeking adventures (Summer Adventures by D.V, lines 2 - 3).      I feel it is so important to live your life to the fullest, and to love and show kindness to those who matter to you, and even those who don't while you have it in front of you. No one explains it better than Ingrid Michaelson, And learn our souls are all we own/before we turn to stone (Turn to Stone by Ingrid Michaelson, lines 3 - 4). When you die, the one thing you have to show for your life is not your popularity, or even your accomplishments to some degree. It is what is in your heart, the essence of your being, that counts. 

My Name: An Exploration of Identity Some days, when I wake up in the morning and look out at the early rising sun, I think about my name and how proud I am to hold it. My name and I just fit together perfectly, like puzzle pieces clicking together into a perfect picture. It’s like the vivid red sunrise on my birthday was a sign, calling my name through the radiant rays striking the window of that hospital room. Morning star. This is what Danika means in Slavic, and for this reason, I will always be tied to my name.              As if out of a storybook, fate brought my name to me. Throughout my father’s day at work, a single name had stuck with him. Danika. Though sharing my name, his client’s name had been pronounced da-neek-a. Everything came together magically when my mother had seen the name already, sharing her preferred pronunciation. Yet I have always been grateful my father brought the name up again, or it might’ve been lost in the sea of Sarah’s and Emily’s and I never would’ve had this name. Adventure is in my blood, and the worldly quality of my name is an aspect of why it intrigued my parents. I myself love and have aspired to travel to different places around the world, living new adventures, and I love that my name reflects this little piece of me. I feel as if, in some small way, I am connected to those who share my name in European countries across the ocean. I think of it as a mark, etched in my soul, of what I aspire to be and where my name will take me in my future.               Though my first name has deep resonance with me, it is not the only part of my name that makes up who I am. In my family, I am a torchbearer. I carry the name of my maternal Grandma, Anne Louise, and the last name of my father’s family. Like a photograph, these memories of my past will always be preserved through my name, reminding me of the strong bond my family and I share.               Would I change my name? Never. Without it, I would feel empty. Lost. My name, and its reflection of the person I am today, grounds me. I have always felt like Danika Louise is the right name for me. Because rather than my name being chosen for me, I feel like on August 10, 1999, at four in the morning, my name chose me instead.


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Danika's poetry anthology  
Danika's poetry anthology