This was our first exercise. We emulated a poem by William Carlos Williams and based our second poem on a telephone number repeated three times, using the numbers to tell us how many words were to be in the line. Check out how everyone did.
Lily Viek
In Loving Memory
Every day she fakes her
Smile
Thinking about that boy
she once knew
and how distant he has
become. Looking through her and not at her, he
walks past her as if she doesn’t exist.
She tries to call out his name,
but she cannot seem to speak.
Slowly, the image of him
fades.
What is this reality
in which she
seems to be invisible? Could
it only be a dream or is it true?
She wonders how you could be so close
to someone while feeling so far away.
She wanders around searching for truths
hidden within a world of
lies.
She hears her name
and is brought
back to reality. She looks
down to find herself clutching a pamphlet that reads
“In loving memory…” Tears roll down her cheek
as she remembers that the boy she
once knew had drowned long ago.
In loving memory
Locked
I have lost
The key
That was entrusted
To me
And which
Was meant
To open
Your lock
Forgive me
It was so tiny
So important
And shiny
Allie Gurvitz
William Carlos Williams poem:
I have sung
The songs
That were
Played on the radio
And which
Were probably
Stuck
In your head
Forgive me
They were unforgettable
so catchy
and moving.
Telephone number poem:
All of my new teachers are really fun…
Not!
They give work that takes all my time,
Then they tell us not to whine.
Blah!
But one guy is actually cool
Wagner’s his name, best in the school.
Yay!
He’s really nice
And smart.
He makes people famous in his spare time,
Wow!
They enter with nothing but leave with prestige.
His great personality makes us all believe.
Woohoo!
The farthest thing from a devil,
His enthusiasm reaches a whole new level.
Great.
He’s really friendly
So far!
He loves his poetry more than the world,
And
He takes the time to express his thoughts.
I can tell he’s excited to teach
The
Many secrets to his great success.
Sharing with us the design of poetry,
He
Will create many
Future poets.
Brandon Buonacorsi
I have crushed
the ants
that were
walking
and which
were building
up
their home
forgive me
they were helpless
so small
and tiny
Somebody Else is meant for
Greatness, power, love, happiness, and glee.
Not you.
You tell yourself each day
Again
And again that you were not destined for anything.
Understand.
If everyone lets Somebody Else
Do everything you want to do.
Then Somebody Else turns into Nobody Else.
I am yet to meet
This Somebody Else destined for everything.
Not you.
Do not let Somebody Else
Take
Control of what is in store for your life.
Live
As you want to live.
Somebody Else wasn’t meant to exist
In your life and in your dreams.
Somebody Else is meant to
Reveal those who are most determined.
That’s you.
For determination shows great dedication
And
Great dedication means you want to live your dreams.
You
Are meant to live lives
Of greatness, power, love, happiness, glee.
Live your own life. Not Somebody Else.
Danielle Ponce
I have seen
the books
that were in
your room
And which
you were reading
so
religiously
Forgive me
They were a bore
so outdated
and so dull
562-659-1203
She gets ready to leave
Anxious to see her special someone
I smile
Brazilian waxing and hair coloring preparations
She wants to look amazing
So much primping just to see her boyfriend again
Crazy
I watch
So much work
Now she has to shower
Everything has to be just right
Or else
She still has to pack clothes
She struggles with wardrobe options
I wonder if he’ll even notice all her effort
Insanity
I watch
So much excitement
Print out her boarding pass
Fretting about her new hair color
I laugh
She has to straighten her hair
Her departure is looming closer
All her work better pay off in the end
Absurd
I watch
So much love
Alyssa Villa
Alyssa Villa
I have seen
the gifts
that were
hidden
And which
were probably
for my surprise party
That I don’t know about
Forgive me
They were left out
so unconcealed
and tempting
Taylor
Dark hair and dark eyes
My closest friend
His laughter is contagious, I cannot help joining in
Bright smiles
Just sitting around
Happy
Never a sad day
Always ready with a hug for me
He
Says that we’ll get married
Jokingly, of course
He plays the guitar beautifully and can write poetry
Obviously talented
A triple threat
As
He also plays soccer
He is younger, but taller than me
Talkative
Definitely isn’t the quiet type
A very loyal friend
He cares so much about his friends and family
Very loveable
A bit mischievous
Kindhearted
Always has good intentions
There is no judgment in his eyes
Honest
Alan Talavera
“Will, Ethic, Nirvana”
9 The standard must be above the minimum level possible
4 To defeat the odds
9 Always shatter them, brush the possible impossibilities aside by
3 Taking on inhumanity,
7 Humanely, manifold shrouds of this facade conceal
1 Will
3 Coalescing symmetrical forcefulness
8 With few of his pattern on the Earth
2 Towering surreality
9 Creating greatness from weakness and an excess of perseverance
9 Braving the route of greatest difficulty, ignorant to safety
4 And his own corporeality
9 In the name of furthest good, not closest sin
3 Avoiding due recognition
7 As fame runs collinear with prideful arrogance
1 Ethic
3 Incorrigible unyielding justice
8 Blinding eyes to division, opening them to peace
2 And brotherhood
9 A union of harmonious light with solar brilliance
9 Amassing fervor and lucidity in the shade of extinction
4 He fears no man
9 For he knows that ideas persist beyond the flesh
3 Of their origin
7 Next to this he is worth less
1 Nirvana
3 Perception sans maya
8 Death warrants nothing among seizure of clear conviction
2 Embody change
9 And fear not, mine eyes have seen the glory
“Admission” - I have stolen
The heirlooms
That were in
The cabinet
And which
You were admiringly
Saving
For posterity
They were irreplaceable
So covetous
So terrifying
Danielle Brown
Danielle Brown
I have read
the diary entries
that were
in your room
And which
were sinister
dark and
hilarious
Forgive me
They were entertaining
so juicy
and irresistible
White lilies fill the room
Jocelyn
I muster the strength to open the door
Your angelic face is plastered everywhere
Oh God...
A casket is sitting directly ahead of me
An involuntary sob escapes
My hands clench
I begin walking forward
You don’t have to Danielle...
Jocelyn
Your dark brown hair’s flowing in the wind
A smile stretches across your face
Laughter sounds
Your favorite, white lilies, are in your hair
You grab my hand
We dance together
I’m smiling and laughing
I open my eyes. Oh...
Jocelyn
I walk forward to see, one last time
Your lips are drawn straight...emotionless...
My dear
Beautiful white lilies fill your cold, still eyes
I should have known
Life is gone
White lilies are everywhere
Sabrina Berci
They Had it Coming
by Sabrina Berci
I have scolded
The children
That were
At the door
And which
Were trying
To sell
Cookies
Forgive me
They were ringing
So often
And I'm broke
Pauline
by Sabrina Berci
She said Max is the cat that lives forever
And
Was glad she had a friend
Her real cat was not allowed, prohibited
Not welcome in the retirement home
The stuffed animal was
So she pretended he lived
She was petting his fake fur as we spoke
Petting, sighing, asking
If I could keep listening
She told me stories of her beloved, dearly-missed
Teeth
Saying how much good they did
And how she had so many options
Of where to chew, and now
Now the choices disappeared
And only memories are left
Regrets bring about her wisdom, her delightful, insightful advice
Never, never, never
Take your teeth for granted
She tells me how she's lost faith in God
Asking
Then why is my hip broken?
Why am I bound to this wheelchair?
Claiming all she has are memories
Of the good things
And even those, even those
Seem to be fading, drifting off, stolen from her
Still petting Max
She forgets true grace: Life
Elizabith Harrison
Blossoms
I have seen
the blossoms
that were
blooming
and which
were beautifully
floating
in the breeze
Forgive me
they were magical
so I must stop
and smile at the memory
Rayandrea
My friend:
She will never let me forget that we are
best friends.
Her persistence
and pushiness
is
at the very least
wildly
amusing.
Her attitude:
Toward my choice of school, is a bit hostile.
It seems
she thought
that I
should
have picked a school
more
south.
Juby Leonara Geli
What I Shouldn’t Say
I have dreamed
the lives
that were determined
by fate
And which fates
were dreaming
for life
and freedom
Forgive me
They were interesting
so tempting
and so deceitful
Thinking of You
By: Juby Geli
The soft touch of your small fingers reach
So far away,
Distant.
Life itself
Would not hide when you’re near.
Your smile
Can reach the darkest places to light the shadows.
Smiles,
Laughs,
I can imagine, yet miss.
Glowing eyes brighter than any other brown color
Happiness is clear
Crystal.
Never glum
Until someone challenges your mood, then
Chaos ensues.
But only on those rare moments do you yell
“No!”
“Never!”
And I remember my earplugs.
Distance has no affect on our sisterhood, false.
I miss you,
Truth.
Short times
Spent together in short hours are
Too insufficient.
Yet you still wait for the day I return
Days
Weeks
Until I’m back home again.
Nicole Schrager
I have stolen
the stories
that were
in your desk
and which
you were probably
pinning your dreams
on.
Forgive me
They were brilliant
so clever
and so vulnerable.
Telephone Number poem
She says she’ll start life anew
somewhere far from these footprints.
So many.
Maybe she can make it far enough from here.
She doubts it
sometimes.
The rusty swing she's sitting on creaks,
rebuking.
The chaings dig into skin a little harder.
She says she travel the world
and find it's every nook,
welcoming places.
There are places she knows she won't return to:
house, playground, etc.
-unwelcoming-
She will not let herself get sidetracked
not
for anything for anything not for anything ever
She gets out one regular day.
Finally did what she dreamed,
finally out.
But she did what she said she'd never do:
she went back
there
not because the real world was unexpected
just
because she wanted to swing one more time.
Jessica Patru
I have rescued
the stray cat
that was in
the shoebox
And which
was meowing
for
help
Forgive me
it was clawing
so anxiously
and so fretfully
Telephone Number Poem: My Great Hero
Truly a great help whenever I need it most.
Understanding.
Encouraging in ways that only she
Can be and
No one can take her place for she is
Special in my
Heart, without doubt she is.
Without faults, no, but that’s just being human.
She is
an unyielding warrior.
Loving, caringeverything she should be, everything she is.
Devoted
to being my hero whenever wherever.
My steady stronghold
Here for an infinite number of purposes which no
one can replace.
Funny in her own ways,
She makes me laugh without trying, and succeeding
She is
my great hero.
My best friend, my aid, my comfort and support.
An
Expertise in getting all things done.
I wish I
was a little bit more like her, for she
is my hero.
She is all that I
can ask for and more, she is remarkable
She is
my amazing Mom.
Giselle Rodrigues
I have decided
the grudge
that I
held against you
and which
lasted so long
had
no real reason
Forgive me
They were stupid thoughts
so childish
and naive.
David
Giselle Rodriguez
David
He’s very strong and also very tall
Brown
are his small eyes.
His smile, comforting.
But his laugh, it’s contagious.
Not as skinny as a broomstick
It makes him self-conscious but that’s why he’s my
Teddy bear.
He’s only nineteen, but soon he’ll be twenty
His intelligence goes well beyond his age
He’s not like the rest of them
Caring.
One of a kind.
He loves me
And I love him too
He tends to be very protective
I always feel safe when I’m in his arms
He’s funny
He likes to make me laugh all the time
Especially when I argue with him endlessly
Four hundred and Twenty five miles away
But
We’ll make it work
He misses me
And I miss him too
Although they say it won’t work
Said it in high school, we’ll say it again
It’s forever.
It may sound naive but I know this because
Even after four years, he’s still mine.
Barbara Bonaparte
Barbara Bonaparte
9/28/2011
FRS-Poetry by Design
William Carlos Williams poem
I have (run)
the (roads)
that were
(never run)
And which
were (long)
(hard)
(painful)
Forgive me
They were (lessons)
so (brutal)
and (helpful)
8 Candy Coated but so rotten to the core
1 Sore
8 Desperate for sex and once you get it
2 Wanting More
3 Heart of Lust
9 Intentions are never pure you only look out for yourself
9 Danger to us all but no one wants help
1 Crisis
9 Your selfish cruel ways have gotten many things
5 Money, Sex, Drugs, Education, ME.
8 Consequences; they all seem foreign to you lately
1 Spoiled
8 So you hit her with the two-liner
2 Date Me
3 It Amaze Me
9 Confidence sky high, we all see it and believe it
9 Good looks; second nature, no need to achieve it
1 Flawless
9 Charismatic to the ear, and so tempting to touch
5 What I see as love
8 You see as a quickie, a quick nut
1Flushed
8 You care, you’re sincere, we can trust you
2 All lies
3 Easy to Find
9 Many valid reasons why you do what you do
9 You’re wiser, you’re older, your g.p.a. is a 4.2
1 Wack
9 But in reality there are two things you lack
5 A Heart and Common Sense.
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