Abstract noun poem

I have watched the creeping tendrils of darkness

closing in on a helpless little bird

the crumpled heap

lying on the pavement flat on its back

I have heard the piercing cry of fear

the spine chilling wind whispering around me

reminding me of the things i am trying to forget

spoken in a voice that is never heard

it is only heard by the sorrowful

I have seen the crimson leaf turn brown

watching its brothers lying on the ground

all alone

and go to join them

only to see, before falling

them to get crushed

so he lay there all alone

like he's brothers before him

waiting to be crushed   

six abstract nouns

Fear is ash black masks with happiness behind them

happiness is fushia pink flowers in the sunlight

loss is the empty black hole that can never be filled

remorse is the shady black mist that covers the moon

loneliness is the ragged brown leaf that has fallen from the tree

sorrow is the wet gray sky when the rain is coming   

poem responce 3

                                                                               

this poem has lots of great rhymes and repetition. shel silverstein is truly a great poet and can internally rhyme and in my opinion is very hard as well as getting to a point where it makes sense and is well written and fun this poem where the sidewalk ends by shel silverstein is about how he knows where the sidewalk ends and how bad it is everywhere else because it is not the same. some examples are the line when he writes “Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black “as well as “And the dark street winds and bends”. and so concludes my response☻

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haiku's

                                                              Seasonal :

                                                            The early bird fly's
                                                     through the misty pale blue sky 
                                                                 as it goes it cry's


                                                               nature:
                         
                                                 
                                                   flowers are blooming 
                                              red blue green and yellow 
                                                    and they all are seen   


                                                           modern:

                                              the books are put down
                                            but for what is to be seen
                                                      it's only t.v.

poem responce # 2

this poem tells a story about childhood and how it affects life as a whole.this poem “the forest of my hair” by James tolan is about a man that remembers i can state this because there is proof:I have lived most of my life
in the absence of that
gentle voice, and those
woods of mine were clear-cut
years ago, but my hair,
I wear it long in honor of him.

so in conclusion, i  think this poem is a great story of truth

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poem response#1

In my perspective this poem The road not taken by Robert frost means, every day things can affect  our entire life.  For instance say you decided to go and get a milkshake instead of a smoothie that might be better because the  smoothie place would have given you a poisoned smoothie, for an odd reason. so  in certain circumstances you could make one little mistake and not even notice.

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VS poem

Man-made	V.S.	Nature
Man-made   Crepe paper flower	V.S.Nature V.S.	Trillium
Light bulb	V.S.	The sun
Recycled Air	V.S.	Trees
Processed food	V.S.	Fruits And Vegetables
synthetically colored	V.S.	Naturally dyed
Plastic	V.S.	Real
Linoleum flooring	V.S.	wood flooring
Glue	V.S.	Sap
Concrete	V.S.	Stone
Pool	V.S.	An Ocean

Things That Annoy Me

the thing thats soposed to be My  brother
My annoying sister
My arguementitive mother
My lazy father
My yappy pets
 mushy gushy tomatoes
cold hard apples
the color neon  orange
tangeled messy hair
that bad luck that comes from nowhere
crinkled crumpeled  paper
sneaky squeaky chairs
yelling that that makes you hear ringing in your ears
wet sandy clothes
waking up in the morning
going to bed when im already awake