MorganFeldscher

= =  Poetry Portfolio = "A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom." =

code You were always there for me,
 * **Ode** ||||  ||
 * By: Morgan Feldscher ||

I knew I could count on you.

You gave me advice

Whenever I didn't know what to do.

The day I met you

I found a friend -

And a friendship that

I wish will never end. code ||

code Above the trees the birds a top a high
 * **Sonnet** ||||  ||
 * By: Morgan Feldscher ||

over the lights brighten the city dark streets

a very cold dark breezy night streets with

out a person in sight the shingles cling

the trees a blow not a noise to be heard

only leaves crunch unite then there's a city

cross town where owls howl while the snow falls hard

blankets the ground makes peace through out the

children play all bundeled up snow men line the

streets through out fun for all snow ball fun and

all hot cocoa marshmallows whipped cream its

time to chill sit by the fire get warm with

all now spring is coming time for shorts

lemonade sun glass laying on the warm beach

code ||

code The crowd was black
 *  **Memory** ||||  ||
 * By: Morgan Feldscher ||

The spot light shined upon

The Smell of pride

The dry yet wet taste let ride

Awaiting the music to play

this is not the time to lay

reach for the stars

then past them for mars

let the music play

then just run away

keep your feet moving

I never stopped grovin' code || = = = = When I think about poetry I think of rhythm & rhyme. When I write my own poetry I like my poems to have a beat to them. I find that the only time I don’t write poems with a rhythm or rhyme to them is when I’m writing a Hiku poem. Out of all three poems I have written that are listed above the “Memory Poem” is probably my favorite. It really illustrates me & it is the poem that I relate and am closest too the most. My most favorite types of poems to write though would probably be Hiku poems just because their short, sweet & get straight to the point. The type of poetry that I try to stay away from writing the most I would have to say would be Sonnet poems. I can’t really relate to these type of poems in anyway and they sometimes confuse me. The combination between confusion & making sure your syllables are all correct don’t always blend together to have my sonnets make complete sense. Before I finish a poem I always must go back and read it so that I’m 100% sure that I complete & fully understand what I am trying to get out to the reader. If I can’t understand my own poem & the message that I am trying to send out or the story that I am trying to tell then how are my readers?
 * A statement about my own poetry:**

code I opened my eyes
 *  Rain ||||  ||
 * By: Shel Silverstein ||

And looked up at the rain,

And it dripped in my head

And flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bed

Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

I step very softly,

I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--

I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head. code || Analysis: "**// I opened my eyes and looked up at the rain, And it dripped in my head And flowed into my brain" //** That opening part of this poem sets the tone for me. It paints a picture in my head & I can see a little boys open up his eyes & the rain dripping down on him. Not only does this paint a picture in my head but it also gives me the soundtrack of rain falling. This poem seemed to be very calm & peaceful which is something that drew me into it.

code If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school.
 * One Inch Tall ||||  ||
 * By: Shel Silverstein ||

The teardrop of a crying ant would be your swimming pool.

A crumb of cake would be a feast

And last you seven days at least,

A flea would be a frightening beast

If you were one inch tall.

If you were only one inch tall, you'd walk beneath the door,

And it would take about a month to get down to the store.

A bit of fluff would be your bed,

You'd swing upon a spider's thread,

And wear a thimble on your head

If you were one inch tall.

You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum.

You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb.

You'd run from people's feet in fright,

To move a pen would take all night,

(This poem took fourteen years to write--

'Cause I'm just one inch tall). code || Analysis : "If you were only one inch tall, you'd ride a worm to school." That first part of this poem paints a picture in my head. It makes me think of a little person whose very short "one inch tall" riding to school on top of a small worm that even though its small still is way bigger than the character that this poem is about. This poem seems like an "adventure land" to me. It makes my mind drift into a fun mood. compared to "Rain" by Shel Silverstein where it has my mind in a relax & calming mood this poem has my mind in all different directions. I really like this poem because it just yells out FUN & ADVENTURE! Another part of this poem that I really liked was how Shel Silverstein says **//" You'd surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum. You couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb. You'd run from people's feet in fright," //** I really like that part of the poem because it is painting a visualization into your head about sizes. Hes saying he would surf across the kitchen sink upon a stick of gum saying that hes so small that a stick of gum would be big enough for him as a surf board would be big enough for a regular sized person. He then says that you couldn't hug your mama, you'd just have to hug her thumb which is now having you picture the person to be the size of your thumb. Finally in the end of the stanza he says that you'd have to run from people's feet in fright meaning that compared to the little person people feet are so much bigger that he runs away in fright.

code Last night, while I lay thinking here,
 * What If ||||  ||
 * By: Shel Silverstein ||

some Whatifs crawled inside my ear

and pranced and partied all night long

and sang their same old Whatif song:

Whatif I'm dumb in school?

Whatif they've closed the swimming pool?

Whatif I get beat up?

Whatif there's poison in my cup?

Whatif I start to cry?

Whatif I get sick and die?

Whatif I flunk that test?

Whatif green hair grows on my chest?

Whatif nobody likes me?

Whatif a bolt of lightning strikes me?

Whatif I don't grow talle?

Whatif my head starts getting smaller?

Whatif the fish won't bite?

Whatif the wind tears up my kite?

Whatif they start a war?

Whatif my parents get divorced?

Whatif the bus is late?

Whatif my teeth don't grow in straight?

Whatif I tear my pants?

Whatif I never learn to dance?

Everything seems well, and then

the night time Whatifs strike again!

code || Analysis: This what if poem is a very special type of poem. I realized about half way through reading it that the whole poems different what ifs were all negative. Not one what if was positive for example: " Whatif I got good grades" but instead there's lines like //**"**//**// Whatif I flunk that test?" //**or**// "Whatif I'm dumb in school?" //**considering that fact that the author of these poems "Shel Silverstein" focuses more on writing poetry for little kids I have a feeling that's why he wrote this one how he did. These are all questions that kids ask themselves when they do a "what if" reflection of their life. The way that the author reaches out to kids of the age group that he writes his poetry for is really reflected in this poem.