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My Poetry Journey By Sophia Hsieh 7 1 Friday, May 4, 2012

Dedication First of all, thanks for all the people who supported me in English class. I really need to thank my English teacher Mr. Bruce who always give me some cool words and ideas helping me while I’m running out of ideas. I won’t be able to finish my journey without my English teacher. I also have to give a massive thank you to my lovely parents and classmates who always stand by my side helping me. Also a special thanks to a boy band I love called One Direction and an awesome writer Carlos Ruiz Zafon, they inspired a lot to write this journey. At the last, a really massive thanks for you, the one who's reading this. Thank you all the people above and hope you enjoy reading my poetry journey. 2 Friday, May 4, 2012

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Table of Contents

Page 13: Picture description of “Dog”

Page 2: Dedication

Page 14: Poem writing “ The superman”

Page 3: Contents

Page 15: Poem writing “Love that novel”

Page 4: Feeling of poetry

Page 16: Words for “street music” making

Page 5 Poetry “ The tiger”

Page 17: Poetry “ Street Music”

Page 6: Reflection of “The tiger” Page 7: Poem writing “ Carrots”

Page 18: Reflection of “Love that dog”

Page 8: Poem writing- So much depends upon

Page 19: Reflection of “Love that dog”

Page 9: Poetry “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 20: Poem writing “My turtle” Page 21: Haiku Making 1

Page 10: Reflection of “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 22: Haiku Making 2

Page 11: Picture description of “Stopping by woods on snowy evening”

Page 23: Haiku Making 3 Page 24: Limerick Making

Page 12: Poetry “Dog” 3 Friday, May 4, 2012

My feelings about poetry Poetry is hard for me Poetry can also be sing as a song Poetry is one of a powerful way to show emotion Poetry is hard because there’re lots of word that I’ve never heard of I’ve been doing poetry unit in my old school, and I failed my english last year 4 Friday, May 4, 2012

THE TIGER TIGER, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Could frame thy fearful symmetry? In what distant deeps or skies Burnt the fire of thine eyes? On what wings dare he aspire? What the hand dare seize the fire? And what shoulder and what art Could twist the sinews of thy heart? And when thy heart began to beat, What dread hand and what dread feet? What the hammer? what the chain? In what furnace was thy brain? What the anvil? What dread grasp Dare its deadly terrors clasp? When the stars threw down their spears, And water'd heaven with their tears, Did He smile His work to see? Did He who made the lamb make thee? Tiger, tiger, burning bright In the forests of the night, What immortal hand or eye Dare frame thy fearful symmetry? 5

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By William Blake 1757 - 1827

THE TIGER After reading the poem <the tiger>, I canâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;t understand most of the words that the author use and choose. After the teacher explain what the poem means, I found out that this author is so amazing, thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re lots of rhymes and the end matches the start. Those words are so powerful, that makes people could easy picture the tiger just by reading this poem.

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Carrots carrots, carrots youâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;re so rare orange, long, with cool green hair what thing on earth is better? there is definitely no other

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Depends Upon so much depends so much depends so much depends upon upon upon a smiling white a dark silence a young poor angel library beggar in a red with soulâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s of with tears dropping dress writers down staring u in buried by ages, standing front of dark times fire

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Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening ~by Robert Frost 1923

Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. 9

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How to I think about the poem~ Stopping By Woods on Snowy Evening

I think itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s a person walked for a long time, and is stopping by some woods on a snowy winter day. The person might fall in love of the silence of the wood.Thinking of staying longer. Th person must love the wood very much because the person premised to keep it. Thinking of resting, the person still has to travel a long distance. 10 Friday, May 4, 2012

Picture Description

I chose this picture first of all because it’s snowy. A thing that I like in this picture is the wood just makes me feel comfortable and just like the person in the poem’s feeling about the wood. Silence, lovely, dark and deep. In the poem, the author mentioned a frozen lake, in this picture there’s also a river under the bridge. In this picture it’s pretty dark as the author said “the darkest evening of the year” but it’s all fill with snow so it may look lighter than it should be. When I first saw this picture just like the person in the poem feel in love with this wood. 11 Friday, May 4, 2012


Under a maple tree The dog lies down, Lolls his limp Tongue, yawns, Rests his long chin Carefully between Front paws, Looks up, alert; Chops, with heavy Jaws, at a slow fly, Blinks, rolls On his side, Sighs, closes His eyes: sleeps All afternoon In his loose skin. 12 Friday, May 4, 2012

Picture Description

I chose this picture first of all because this dog just looks lazy and sleepy. And its action just like how the poem describe it. The thing that I like the most in this picture is itâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s loos skin and its lazy face. 13 Friday, May 4, 2012

My poem- The superman Superman in the sky Arms ,straight Flying there up high His name was Louis He gave me a carrot cookie Orange, yummy He gave me a look Winks, smiles And then he bumped into a tree In this sunny afternoon In his superman suit 14 Friday, May 4, 2012

Love that novel I love that novel, like an angel loves to smile I said I love that novel like angel loves to smile Love to open it in the midnight love to whisper to it â&#x20AC;&#x153;Letâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s read, awhile!â&#x20AC;? 15 Friday, May 4, 2012

Street Music

1. ROOOMMMMM 2. BRUUUUMMMM 3. BEEEEEEEEEEEE 4. BIIII 5. SHEWWSHHHH 6. DING DING 7. BBOOOOOOMM 8. ZOOOOMMM 9. Dry road 10. Fast cars 11. Traffic lights 12. Rolling wheels 13. Stop the traffic, let them through 14. Slow cars 15. Bicycle 16. Motorcycle 17. Big trucks

18. Big Red Bus 19. Bid noises 20. Dry banana 21. Hooon long long 22. BEEP BEEP BEEP 23. BLAAAA BLAAAA 24. Big music in the trucks 25. Slowing down 26. Dusty 27. Hurry 28. Windy 29. Sunny 30. Hot 31. Sand, mud, rock, noise 32. tick tick tick

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Street Music

A hot sunny dusty day On a dusty muddy street “Buuuumm” With hundreds and thousands of moving machines Cars, trucks, motorcycles and bicycles “Ding Ding” Slow, fast, angry and hurry I said it was a hot sunny dusty day On a dirty sandy street “babaaaaa” With hundreds and thousands of moving machines “Zoom zoom……” one said “Bii biiii biii” other said “Hon Long Long” the big red bus said And a dry banana lying in the middle of the street “SHWISHHH” I said it was a hot sunny dusty day On a noisy crazy street “Bruuum” With a girl searching for the one and the only, you A police stood there like a statue The girl just wanted to whoop “Can’t they just stop the traffic and that me through?” 17

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Love That Dog

What impact did it have on you whilst? I really like this book because it change the feeling that I felt about poetry. And when I read this book I felt like going to the pass, because this book is written in a way like a little kid, it’s not hard to understand and it just make me sad when I heard about his dog, it’s easy to read and also really deep to my heart. When did it begin to get your attention? It started to get my attention when I read his first poem. It’s so short and so it get my attention. If it a long long and hard poem it’ll probably lose my interest. And it’s easy to understand, and it’s all different from the poems that I read before. 18 Friday, May 4, 2012

How did you feel about the main character?

I really like his poems, it’s short and clear but deep. Short poems usually get my attentions. I feel sad about his dog because I also have a dog.

How effective was the layout of the book?

I think it’s a really fun way to put poems like that. Mostly the poems that I read in books their layout were all in a boring way and same way. It’s very attractive.

Was it good idea to read sections of the book after being exposed to the poems? Yes, I think it’s a good idea because he said he doesn’t understand those poems that we just read in class, and I totally agree.

How did that strategy help you in getting interested in the book? It helps me to understand what the book is talking about. And it’s interesting to hear the opinion that the others think about the poem. 19 Friday, May 4, 2012

My turtle

But who knows He will jump down From There And who knows He almost dead But then My dog Harry Found a new toy The next thing I did After I came back Was Racing down stair To find him It was a sunny day It also was the day I lost my turtle It Disappeared On that day And never come back Ever

It was a sunny day I put my turtle Under the sun on the Balcony Instead of Keeping him under The air con Who know How smart he is Just for the time I left him alone to get Some water He climbed out of the Box Stand on the top of the Stone I hope he knows We live on the Fourth floor And thereâ&#x20AC;&#x2122;s a Dog down there And I also hope he knows How much I Love him

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big orange pumpkin shiny under the sun shine waiting to be cut 21 Friday, May 4, 2012


sunny, lovely day

standing beside a great view thinking of the ash

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last sun rise of trip we still not ready to leave this marvelous dream

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Limerick Poor Sophie sat quietly blinking These poems have got me to thinking I can’t find a word That isn’t absurd My tries at poems are stinking ~ By Mr. Bruce Once upon the time there was a bullfrog

There was a boy sitting in the bar

Trying to jump into the scary fog

Planning one day to be a rock star

It wanted to be free

He ordered pink milk

It met the dog of chloe

And then he started to bilk

Then it’s been swallowed by the bad dog

Running on the road and hit by a car

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