Smith's Ninth Grade Blog

Wednesday, February 21, 2007

Imagery poem

Looking at your image, write five descriptive phrases of that image. After you have completed your phrases, change seats with another individual and write a poem using their five phrases. Remember that those five phrases are the beginnings of your poem. You build off what they wrote. Good luck and use that creativity! Post your poems when you are done, highlighting the five phrases with which you started. Also, make sure to check back at the blog to comment on other's poems.

26 Comments:

At February 21, 2007 3:07 PM, Blogger zoey said...

One day while on a walk suddenly the sky got dark
I looked up to see big thunder clouds so near
The belch of the clouds hurt my ears it was such a loud bark
I touch the break from sunset to clouds I grasp the light
I feel the wispy white clouds they are so fluffy yet strong they wont break even with all of my might

 
At February 21, 2007 4:06 PM, Blogger KaylaC said...

I listen to the basketballs dribbling on the court
I sense the blood rushing through the veins
I am among the basketball team
I stand strong with them, while in the crowd
Hollering along giving them my power
I feel the nerves kicking into gear
Yet the player’s energy is spread through the gym
The ground shaking
When you hear that starting whistle
Everyone’s heart beats faster
When the ball first hits their hands
The crowd is silenced
And then the energy triumphs through all
All the hard work pays off
When we hear the swoosh sound the net makes when a shot is made
The crowd’s rowdiness grows even stronger with our excitement
In participation rooting for my team from the court and the bench
I witness the action
The scent of the players is among everyone
We are one
A team
Made up of individuals
But united by the passion for the game
Visualized through our sweat dripping down our faces
In what seems to feel like seconds
And quenching our thirst at every opportunity
But when we’re on the court
The player’s zone out all that is around them
And the focus shows through our plays
Our team grasping the ball and taking it to our basket
At every given moment there’s action
That’s the achievement given to a basketball pro

 
At February 21, 2007 6:53 PM, Blogger KeriN said...

I taste a bittersweet feeling
This piano has many songs in it
Songs of mourning and songs of rejoicing
I feel the ugly keys making a beautiful sound
Still playable yet slightly out of tune
I smell the dust, the dirt, and the grime
Some of the keys are broken
Mildew creeps out of these cracks
I hear a sad song, lonely and quiet
Creeping out of the piano as slow as a turtle
I see the dirty, yet beautiful keys
Though dusted inside and out
This piano has many songs in it
Songs of mourning and songs of rejoicing


(bold was written by the other person)

 
At February 21, 2007 7:39 PM, Blogger connorf said...

Searching, I look into the tunnel
I observe the colors; mesmerizing
Feeling the change of shade
I wonder what it leads to
What is at the end
Where does the black lead
I can perceive sound from the tunnel
Listening to the sound of the twirling
The colors start to blend in
I start to become dizzy

 
At February 21, 2007 9:15 PM, Blogger philh said...

I see the sun-set forming overhead. The sun is disappearing behind a curtain of darkness. As I gaze I feel the warm dense moisture on my skin and I hear the water rushing underneath my feet. I relax and let the colors surround me. I sense the clouds rushing by above me as the wind tickles my skin. I taste the cold sand on the tip of my tongue. I breathe in the thick moist air and I smell the early morning rise of the beach.

 
At February 21, 2007 9:48 PM, Blogger JoeS said...

I spot the wispiness of the cumulus clouds.
I feel ansy waiting to see if the clouds will move into a shape that
highly resembles something.
Shall i say i heard the clouds trying to send a message, explaining that
it shall be a nice day today.
These clouds make it smell as if Lysol is in the air.
The clouds speak to us, and if we listen they will tell all.

 
At February 22, 2007 8:37 AM, Blogger KeriN said...

I really like Joe's poem. He used very discriptive words and I can see this picture in my head. It really uses all of the senses well

 
At February 22, 2007 8:43 AM, Blogger lyndseyd said...

Sitting outside

As I sit outside I notice the stars shining over head
I hear the wind quietly blowing as if they were telling a secret
I taste the bitterness of being alone; no one can share this moment with me
I sense the butterfly gently graze against my skin, for it is the only one that wants me
I smell the sweet scent that comes after rain
I am alone sitting outside.

 
At February 22, 2007 9:37 AM, Blogger druybal said...

I can feel the cool sand squish between my toes
I can spot the waves break at the horizon
I can experience the sea salt from the ocean floor
I can scent the burgers grill at the pier
I can listen to the ocean in a shell

 
At February 22, 2007 9:58 AM, Blogger John M said...

I have the opportunity to experience the juicy juice that comes out of the Chiclets/
I can see and feel the stringy white insides of the single piece of gum stretch in the middle of the parting gum/
I taste a different fruit and flavor with every different color presented to my mouth/
I savor the soft and tangible shell of each individual taste/
I take pleasure in the rainbow of squares moving around my mouth as I chew the wonderful gum.

 
At February 22, 2007 9:59 AM, Blogger Joshb said...

Sunlight burns into the rocks
I see it reflect off like a reflection in a pool
The touch of the rock is burning hot
The young girls smell the water down below, wet and cool
A rainbow reflects the girls emotions from her soul.
The sun beats down upon them like a flashlight in the dark
The smell of joy and laughter is in the air
The taste of love, happiness, and serenity are surrounding them
The feel of friendship is obvious
Friends share a picture perfect moment
Together they will never forget this place
The hard hot rocks beneath their feet
The smell of summer
And the Feel of the breeze in their hair
Desert rocks serve as a playground for the girls.
It serves as a plays of relaxation and peace
It is a place where they can ponder there thoughts
And feel free
They can see the future and the light at the end of the tunnel
Bending in different positions that no one else could manage.
Feeling the peace no one else has ever experienced
Finally understanding what she is in the world for
She sees the unimaginable beauty of the sky, and nature
Serenity, peace, silence, love, happiness, and belief is what she feels

 
At February 22, 2007 10:02 AM, Blogger Deirdre C said...

Wet droplets
I sense the wet drops on the leaf.
Smell the effect of the water droplets on the leaf
The aroma the rain coming down from the sky.
See the veins reaching out for life outside of the leaf
I witnessed the green leaf moving from the raindrops.Feel the soft leaf because of the water effect
I experience the cold air around the leaf.
I see more than green
Notice the green leaf just like observing a leaf budding after a long hard winter.

 
At February 22, 2007 10:04 AM, Blogger Kyles said...

A gold bull protects the lonely tree
With the fury of honor nestling itself deep within its conscience
Bronzed and frozen in infamy
The tree is full of lights flickering with passion
In each moment of life the lights illuminate wonderfully
And the entire world stands beneath it
Taking in its sweet aroma’s of forests long forgotten
Billions of lights make the world glow
In one simple act of light, the fear of darkness fades
Into a beautiful nothingness
You feel the night
As you reach out to touch it’s ever fading mystery
You realize its beauty and wonder

 
At February 22, 2007 10:12 AM, Blogger zacha said...

Colorblind to it’s surroundings,
The microphone yells to be freed,
It is soft to your lips, but hard on your hand,
It seems alive, but is dead when you touch it,
The old coat bathes in smells of the people who wore it before.

 
At February 22, 2007 10:16 AM, Blogger aaronb said...

The vibrant array of colors caught my attention
As I glanced at the picture it looked as if it was a flower
Every color imaginable was put into one picture
The pedals seemed to float down to the bottom of the picture
The glow of the colors spilled over the screen and onto the table

 
At February 22, 2007 8:47 PM, Blogger coleh said...

I can feel the sticky silk web being strung in great use
Just as if the spider was as important as a regular person doing there job
the spider’s long hairy skinny legs dashing over the dollar
like a human-being that is late for an important event
I see cold, thin and glossy web forming our money
I sense the calmness of the big spider she makes her web
as if she is hunting down prey
I hear the tics and tacs of the spiders crawling over the web

 
At February 23, 2007 9:58 AM, Blogger JohnS said...

Two robots
Made out of wood
Wouldn’t talk
Even if they could

Going for a stroll
In uncut grass
Not knowing how long
It would last

With the smell of nature in the air
And the wind blowing threw imaginary hair
Their eyes so lager
Like olives in a jar

If only they had mouths
They would fair
If only they could understand
The feelings that they share

With their size so small
And their body so square
With clouds like covers
Over head
They could be lovers
If they were not dead

 
At February 23, 2007 10:02 AM, Blogger ashleighm said...

The Dream Pool
Ashleigh Martinez
I see the fish swimming through the clear water,
As colorful and bright as the rainbow itself,
Many different types and colors I’ve never seen.
The waves crash over them and the sun shines
Upon their gleaming scales. The fish are as big as a minute ship
But beautiful and graceful in the water.

I notice a colorful fire erupting from the water,
But it does not harm the fish. Instead, it stays upon the
Surface of the river, It burns brightly, and
Casts glowing shadows all about the scene.
The fire grips the watcher and fills your eyes with wonder
As it sits upon the face of the stream.

I experience the lighting coming from the star that lights the midnight sky.
Although it flashes and strikes about, it calms the atmosphere near and far.
It reaches its vertical hands of light, possessing both power and light,
It is said that if you are struck by f these, the first wish you make will come true.

I smell the salty water, and it is a different sort of smell.
The steam flows not from an ocean, but from a wishing well.
Unlike oceans, the salt in this stream is bitter-sweet.
If you taste this water, it tingles your tongue, and
Fills your lungs with joyous laughter.

I listen to the noise from the skies, a heavenly sort of noise,
It rings and echoes across the stream, to the movement of the
Bright and Flashing lightning. Not a course rumbling noise,
The sort of thunder you’d expect, but more of a song that
Soothes your heart and mind, and makes you sing the peaceful rhyme.

Not many have found this wonderful place, so delicate
Light and so cool. Reviving and refreshing,
And peaceful you see, this place known as
The Dream Pool…

 
At February 23, 2007 10:17 AM, Blogger pats said...

I walked below the dark rain scented clouds
I noticed that that wind started to blow
The autumn struck leaves blow across my path
I knew at that moment that a storm was slowly approaching my presents
I took off at a quick phantom like sprint home
I made it to my warm water proof home just before it down pored

 
At February 23, 2007 10:17 AM, Blogger pats said...

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At February 23, 2007 10:27 AM, Blogger gsoares said...

As he enforces his eyes on the ball
He is focused
He feels the warmth of the stadium crowd
And the intensity builds up inside him
The chant of his name flows to his ears
He can smell the sweet scent of the game
And can taste the victory

 
At February 25, 2007 11:43 AM, Blogger Matt D said...

Oh how I pity the people who are allergic to peanuts
The way those Reese’s peanut butter cups melt away in your mouth
The way you can hear them melting away into a puddle on a warm day
The rich peanut butter on the inside of the smooth chocolate
The unmistakable smell that draws you closer from a mile away
Just the thought of seeing rich swirls of chocolate with the surprise inside
The poor people allergic to peanuts
They’ll never know what they’re missing

 
At February 25, 2007 5:09 PM, Blogger DylanB said...

I SEE MY RUN AHEAD OF ME
I wonder if it will be as spectacular as it s supposed to be
I GRAB MY POLES AND I AM READY TO GO
I am nervous and a bit slow
I HEAR THE CROWD SCREAMING AS I GO
I pull a 1080 and I swear a hear a ‘wow’
I TASTE THE GOLD MEDAL AS I AM DONE
I know I had a perfect run

 
At February 25, 2007 5:11 PM, Blogger DylanB said...

very creative poem matt ir was good

 
At February 28, 2007 9:37 AM, Blogger ashleighc said...

I really really like John S.'s poem. It's really good, and that was a really random picture to use.

 
At February 04, 2010 9:29 PM, Blogger 123steps said...

Hi...it was nice to found your blog, i just looking for some references for my poetry assignment and i found your blog...

it's amazing when i read the poems in your blog...they are so imaginative...

anyway...thank you for make this blog hehehe...

 

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