Table of Context

I am Poem

Bio Poem

Re-Creation Poem

Stylistic Imitation Poem

Definition Poem

Limerick Poem

Ode Poem

Found Poem

Choral Poem

Favorite Poet

I am a waterpolo player

I wonder if people just see a little girl and not an athlete

I hear the crowd chanting and my coach barking orders

I see an opening to the goal  

I want to score and win the game

I am nervous leading up to the throw

I pretend like I know what I’m doing

I feel a sudden rush of adrenaline in my stomach  

I Am Poem: Water polo

I worry I’m not going to score the winning goal

I cry out in my head to have confidence

I am inching closer to the goal

I understand that it’s just a game

I say my own name to let my teammate know I’m open

I dream of the perfect play

I try to pass the other defenders

I hope they see my little chicken arms

I am victorious

Stevie

Silly, sarcastic, sassy, sophisticated

Granddaughter of Belinda Genet

Lover of sugar, sleep, and sports

Who feels thankful, grateful, and joyful of my life

Who needs lots of sleep, freetime, and attention

Who gives advice, leadership, and charisma to my special teammates

Who fears failure, disappointment, and harsh judgement

Who would like to see Cuba, Jamaica, and Hawaii

Resident of Santana High School

Genet

Bio Poem: Stevie Genet

At the Safari Park

Cold, grey December day

Walked all day long

Then I  released mama’s grip

A glimpse of an orange mane caught my eye

Walking closer as my breath hitched

Smile stretched across my face

Couldn’t peel my eyes away

Roars and hissing left chills

It was as though a light passed through me

Selected words are from Gary Soto's poem "Oranges"

Re-Creation Poem: Lion

Stylistic Imitaion Poem: The Office

On March 24, 2005

The day that changed comedy forever

A documentary of office workers

On March 24, 2005

Michael Scott becomes regional manager

On March 24, 2005

Jim Halpert pulls pranks on Dwight: Identity Theft  

On March 24, 2005

Pam Beesly enjoyably watches

On March 24,2005

Dwight makes a blunt remark

On March 24, 2005

Michael says “That’s what she said”

On March 24, 2005

Jim awkwardly looks at the camera

On March 24, 2005

Angela’s being sassy like a snake

On March 24, 2005

Kevin has a blank look on his face

On March 24, 2005

Creed says something strange

On March 24, 2005

Stanley in his own world

On March 24, 2005

Laughing at the awkwardness and quirky behavior

On March 24, 2005

Watching the lives of office workers

On March 24, 2005

Imitation of Federico Garcia Lorca’s style in his poem “Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias

Awkward: [okward], adjective, plural awkward

Causing or feeling embarrassed or inconvenience; causing difficulty

When you look into someone’s eyes for too long

When I forget someone’s name after I meet them a hundred times

When I mess up during a presentation in front of an audience

When I have bad breath and hits peoples faces

When I trip like a domino and try to play it cool

When I accidentally spit on someone’s face while we are having a conversation

When someone pronounces my name wrong and I’m too embarrassed to correct them

When I make a funny joke and nobody laughs

Definition Poem: Awkward

Limerick Poem: Lass who can't sing

A young lass always sang

Wanted to join a band, so gave it a bang

Found she wasn’t great at it

She threw a fit

So she decided to join a gang

Nana oh nana you are so kind and gentle

Your smile radiates the whole room

You make my day even when I’m at my worst

I admire your constant optimism

When you laugh it is so pure and genuine

You shine like the sun even on cloudy days

Brightening everyone’s mood

Your stories never get old, though you told it to me before

Ode Poem: Nana

The best cook to ever exist

As years pass by, your body grows older but your soul remains youthful

How I love to talk about our eventful days

Whose words of wisdom will stick to me like glue

You deserve the whole world

The most transcending woman I’ll ever meet in my lifetime

My whole world

Found Poem: Restless Night

I sit in the grass silently under the shimmering night sky

Facing the horizon in the east

Not blinking, slowly breathing, body feels heavy

It’s cold although my body feels warm

I hear my heartbeat and my head lolls

My eyes wept for a moment, then silent again

Wasted thoughts escaped my mind

The full moon giving me refuge

Cold air inflates my lungs

Looking back up at the beautiful moon

The sun slowly raised, I finally walked off to reminisce in sleep

Morning bed head                                                             Morning bed head

Early                                      

                                                                                          In the morning

I wake up                                                                           

                                                                                           with no motivation

Bed head                                                                             Bed head

Dark bags    

                                                                                          Under my eyes

Rolling out of

                                                                                          My comfy bed

Bed head                                                                            Bed head

Choral Poem: Bed Head

Stumbling towards the bathroom

                                                                                          Im drowsy

I look in the mirror                                           

                                                                                 Terrified of my own reflection

Morning bedhead                                                             Morning bedhead

Emily Dickinson's Because I Could Not Stop For Death

Because I could not stop for Death – 

He kindly stopped for me – 

The Carriage held but just Ourselves – 

And Immortality.

We slowly drove – He knew no haste

And I had put away

My labor and my leisure too,

For His Civility – 

We passed the School, where Children strove

At Recess – in the Ring – 

We passed the Fields of Gazing Grain – 

We passed the Setting Sun –

Or rather – He passed us – 

The Dews drew quivering and chill – 

For only Gossamer, my Gown – 

My Tippet – only Tulle – 

We paused before a House that seemed

A Swelling of the Ground – 

The Roof was scarcely visible – 

The Cornice – in the Ground – 

Since then – ‘tis Centuries – and yet

Feels shorter than the Day

I first surmised the Horses’ Heads

Were toward Eternity –

I am Poem: Water Polo

Response: The reasoning of my poem, is the fact that I'm a water polo player at Santana High School. The setting of the poem is during a water polo game during the 4th quarter and the game is all tied up. The phrase,"I hear the crowd chanting and my coach barking orders" is an example of assonance by having a repetition of the word c. It makes the audience have auditory imagery of how the game might be loud with voices and visual imagery of how much pressure I have in the game. I use visual imagery by making a reference that I'm a short player. The phrase " I hope they see my little chicken arms" is informal diction and a metaphor by referencing that my little arms are like chicken arms.

Response: Bio Poem

Response: The reasoning for my poem is to give a little bio about myself. With the phrase,"Silly, sarcastic, sassy, sophisticated" and "Lover of sugar, sleep, and sports" was an example of alliteration by using the repetition of identical sounds at the beginning of a sequence of words. I use it to show the audience a visual imagery on how my personality is. I use a slight oxymoron with,"Lover of sugar, sleep, and sports" by exerting that i love sleep though i love being active with sports. The purpose of the poem was to give a little insight on myself as Stevie Genet.