Thursday, February 11, 2010

Lip Balm "Haiku"

Lip Balm

It's nice to observe,
the candy-coated honey drips
drizzle your soft lips.

By: Shanterica Brooks

Wednesday, February 10, 2010

April Rain Song By Langston Hughes

April Rain Song

Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain.

Langston Hughes

I love this poem, because Langston Hughes shows his gentle side. To me this is just beautiful and demonstrates how the rain makes Langston Hughes feel. These seven lines are so powerful and complete with details, that readers are able to grasp the scenario. People can actually visualize how the rain is falling and the noise it makes as it hit the sidewalk. My favorite line in this poem is line 6. “The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night.” I love how he picked an image that everyone can relate to especially me. To me this line makes me think how the rain gentle drops fall on the roof and just puts me to sleep.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

The Night I Tied Up My Lover "Pantoum"

The Night I Tied Up My Lover

The night I tied up my lover.
He came in my room through the window
I saw his shadow on the wall,
as he held the blinds cautiously to delete the noise.

He came in my room through the window,
with only the light of March to guide his way.
As he held the blinds cautiously to delete the noise
I could see his eyes glowing like a tangerine iceberg afloat.

With only the light of March to guide his way
He quickly lifted his body to pull himself in,
I could see his eyes glowing like a tangerine iceberg afloat.
While he pulled himself in I dashed for my rope.

He quickly lifted his body to pull himself in
barely missing my dog that rested under the window pane.
While he pulled himself in I dashed for my rope.
Within seconds I had my rope positioned ready to strike.

Barely missing my dog that rested under the window pane
I saw his shadow on the wall.
Within seconds I had my rope positioned ready to strike.
The night I tied up my lover.

By: Shanterica Brooks


How to write Pantoums
The Pantoums is an oral form from of French poetry developed in the 15th century. Americans adopted the method of Pantoums as a way to use repetition of lines, no rhyme scheme and no set poem length. Pantoums are made entirely of quatrains. The first quatrain uses four lines that set up the pattern of the Pantoums. The second quatrain uses the second and fourth lines from the first quatrain as its first and third lines; these are the refrains. The second and fourth lines of the second quatrain are new to the poem. The third quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the second quatrain as its refrains in the first and third line positions. The third quatrain's second and fourth lines are new to the poem. The fourth quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the third quatrain as its first and third lines. The pattern ends in the final quatrain. The final quatrain uses the second and fourth lines of the preceding quatrain as its first and third lines and the first line as the last line.
This is my first Pantoums poem. This poem allowed me to take words given by Mrs. Parks and create a scenario that fits my personality. I chose “tied up my lover,” because it’s interesting and allows me to step out of my boundaries.

Sunday, February 7, 2010

Daybreak Sonnet

Daybreak

Her head falls as her long beautiful hair covers her face.
The thickness of her hair blinds the sun, for morning has come too early.
Her eyes begin to flutter like the wind on a stormy day
as she remains motionless to absorb the warmth on her earthy
tone skin. As the warm air starts to heat the room, the girlie
fragrances on her dresser start to emerge. The smell of chocolate flows
through her nostrils and disperse among her veins. She thinks surly
it’s time to get up since the scent of chocolate makes my heart glows.
Violent winds thrust through the window bought in by low
rainstorm clouds. The mist of the rain suffocates the colors of my dreams
while the rain drops cloud my window screen. The trees outside display a show
waving like the crowd at the falcons game playing in the snow.
These images allow me to tighten up like a glove
in order to get out of bed and soar like a dove.

By Shanterica Brooks


I wrote this poem as a class assignment; however it turned out to be very good. This poem helped me understand how to write a sonnet in iambic pentameter. I was able to determine the rhythm and rhyme scheme of the quatrains and couplets that make up a Shakespearean sonnet. This part was hard, because it is hard to create a rhyme scheme without making the poem seem elementary. So I decided to select a topic that would tell a story that people can relate to. Since most sonnets tell tales of love or philosophy, I decided to focus on getting out of the bed. The first section describes not being able to get out of bed. The second section describes the atmosphere of the room and builds suspense, before the conclusion. Writing this poem helped me master the structure and rhythm of sonnets, while learning how to take other people ideas and thoughts and making into my own.