2 seconds

The game is going great and I'm pumped for my dinner

We're up 2 to 0 and I think we are winners

Here comes the ball nothing unusual here

There is number seven but he won't come near

I reach for the ball, I plant and I swing

It flies far from me, isn't that something?

And then I drop, broken and confused

2 seconds and it's all over

Why?

What?

Rage fills me as I clench my teeth

This isn't some sprained ankle

I lay down and I pray for it to be nothing

Knowing it's worse.

I used rhyme in the first part of the poem because it makes it seem more nonchalant, like everything is going great and I don't have a care in the world. There's a meter that isn't super strict which I think also adds to the nonchalantness of the poem. This goes on for 6 lines and then I break the pattern, it doesn't rhyme and doesn't have a meter. This illustrates how everything went to shit when he tackled me. I used the short "Why?" and "What?" to show how I was dazed right after it happened and was really unsure of what to do. The next part is sort of a way to vent and it's basically everything that went through my head as I felt the pain in my knee.

Struggles

What to write? This week is gonna suck, I've got so many tests and other things to do and not enough time to do them all and sleep. Soccer game, church, homework, I can't do it all.
How do I get through this week? By looking ahead, and seeing that MEA is next week so I will get a break then. All I have to do is survive, but I should strive to succeed in all of the endeavors I must take on. I need self-control to get to bed early, perserverance to make it through the week, and smile so I don't go crazy. There's no reason I should freak out, everything will work out one way or another and I will be happy with the result regardless.

POEM:
What to write?
This week is gonna suck,
Soccer game,
church,
homework,
I can't do it all.
MEA is next week!! I'll get a break then.
I just need to survive
And I will be happy with the results.

Obama's Words

I stand here today humbled by the task before us,
grateful for the trust you have bestowed,
minful of the sacrifices borne by our ancestors.
I thank for President Bush for his service to our nation,
as well as the generosity and coopoeration he has shown throughout
So it has been.
So it must be with this generation of Americans.

Line Enjambment and Caesura Homework

Is there a tune more happy than a daughter's windchime laugh?
A silence more crushing than her rolling tear?
Is there a breeze more cooling than a son's slumbered sigh?
A thought more awesome than the question that he asks?
And is there a truer joy when I am the clown?
Shame when I accuse and rage?
Peace when I pull up the sheet?
Pride when I strike the flint?
I made these kids and I make these kids.
And they make me.

10 ways of looking at a tree

1. Tall and strong, indifferent

to the weather, immovable and
serene

2. Thin as board, bending but
holding, hidden strength and
determination

3. From the smallest of things
to dominating the landscape
overlooking all

4. Broken and dry, hopeless and
waiting to be nothing

5. So thick you can't see through them

A natural army waiting to be summoned

6. So densely do they blot out the sun

Under them is near darkness

A cool climate inhabited by the animals

That roam at night

7. Tall as can be and strong

Who dares challenge them?

They remain undefeated

8. Leafy tops on strong trunks

Hundreds grouped together

Dominant

9. Lying on the ground

Defeated and over

Waiting to be a table

10. Falling slowly

Ending with a crash and a shudder

leaves shaking with an air of finality

Palms like fish skin I watch the road
Every corner could be a ticket
Darkness surrounds my car as i move along
Not daring to go 1 mile above the limit
Eyes moving like a metronome, sweeping for a hint of danger
Dangerous thoughts circle my head, I can't focus
Halfway there and I can't not think about it
If I'm caught it's over
Who knows what will happen to me
They can't put me in jail, can they?
Slowly, I pull into the foreboding driveway,
Another car stares me down, headlights off but menacing
I turn off my car and wish it could've been silent
Every step is an earthquake and my heart is in my throat
The door could not be squeakier and the lock a loud thunk
My shoes won't come off and I panic, the strings like dried rawhide
My socks slide on the icy floor
I go up the ominous stairs
My voice is a whisper
My dad grunts in response
I'm home and safe, 20 pounds lighter
I drift to sleep, happy as a clam
Knowing I pulled off a miracle

Modernist

Could

you, around

it move

you if but,

now

it

read

can't

probably you,

should

it way

the go

doesn't it,

see you

normal poem

a like

isn't this

Elegy

Oh Buddy, what fun we had together
You were there since the beginning and I was there at your end
You took the abuse of childhood me riding on your back
And not once did you retaliate or even fight back
You were the perfect dog to have as a young child
My parents loved you as much as I did and they miss you still
You were so fun to play with and comforting as well

But now you're gone, it's been many years now
I remember that sad night with the babysitter
You weren't feeling well and I was so scared
We tried to feed you and give you water
But you wouldn't eat or drink
We took you to the doctor the next day
The news was grim, we had to put you down

You were the best dog that I've ever had
The whole family loved you
You weathered 3 young kids playing with you
You lived a happy life I think
You rarely made my parents mad
We treated you well and you did the same to us
We miss you Buddy