Cinquain quiz

Quixotic

Anathematized struggle

Chortle at it

I pity at it

Futile

My Green Jordan's

It seems you never choose me; I stay here in this box for days
When you do choose me, You treat me great
You rarely wear green so I’m usually left here alone
I’m sure you have nothing against me
But it seems you choose the blue ones before me
I wish I was blue or red so you would take me out of my box more often

Rebellion

Come, come, help purge the world of cruel men
These men show no mercy, they do not care
Rip down their banners break free from their rule

We will make this never happen again
Never again will they give their false prayer
Come, come, help purge the world of cruel men

Gather silver bullets, forget the pen
Pump all power to the electric chair
Rip down their banners break free of their rule

Do not let them harm us like they did then
Now we are worthy to breathe our air
Come, come, help use purge the world of cruel men

They repressed us and used us just like hens
In the basement, the window we did stare
Rip down their banners break free of their rule

They stare as they burn the last of the men
These fools! The last of the good is right there
Come, come, help us purge the world of cruel men
Rip down their banners break free from their rule

I am most concerned about the last quatrain. Does it nicely establish the point that they just killed the last of the men they were trying to keep and that the real cruel men are somewhere else and now there are lo longer any good men?

Song of Myself

I celebrate myself,
For who I am
For who I will become
I trust god will help me to make the right choices
He will help me to stay on track

Animals of mine will come and go
Though they will remain in my heart always
Friends will be trusted
But will slowly drift away with time
Soon I will be all on my own

My family will be by my side
In this huge universe
They will help me see a person for who they really are

They will show me how important it is to trust a person
They will help me understand that everyone is different

The friends that I do keep in touch with
They will bring me happiness
Never sadness
They will support me through thick and thin
As will I when they are in need of comfort

My family will bring me the most happiness
And eventually I will have my own family
I can teach the children I have that the world is not a fairytale
I will teach them that your family and friends bring you the most happiness
Life is not all about a job or money

I will show my family that making memories are important
To cherish memories because some people aren’t so fortunate
Cherish every day like it was your last day
You never know when your world can come crashing down
Your family will comfort you through thick and thin

The college years I will live through
Will probably be the best years of my life
I will find my true self
Really begin living
And understand that I mean something

But through all my life experiences
I will find myself
Along with other friends and loves
I will never give up on the people who mean the most to me
They will help me discover who I true am


And most importantly I will celebrate myself
Because I matter in this world
I will never give up on believing that
Because I respect myself
And I love the life I’m living

Does this poem seem to make any sense? Is there anything I could put in or take out or change?

Arta's Adventure

I came up with this story,
I hope it will be praised with glory.
The story starts with a girl,
and her friends, who saved the world.

This girl's name is Arta,
who lives on the planet, Artea.
She is Artea's princess,
who loves to draw scenary at different places.

Her planet was in trouble,
Arta along with her friends from other planets made it possible.
Possible for the trouble to disappear,
so she formed an powerful force to reappear.

When the enemy came to fight,
Arta along with her friends fought with all their might.
When the fight came to pass,
her planet was at peace at last.

Is this a good poem, from beginning to end?

Clue Come True

Rain, thunder, lightning,
A storm brews outside.
Guests come unknowing
The danger inside.

Trying to make sense,
Searching for answers,
All rapt in suspense,
The unease festers.

Sudden deaths occur.
Overcome with fear,
The guests all concur
Things must be made clear.

A search yields results,
The killer casts blame.
Help comes, the guests leave
Never to be the same.

Is it weird to stray from the rhyme scheme a little in the last stanza?

Name poem

Greg Bilodeau
He likes Mountain Dew
He often likes to have fun
But don't cross him he's got a Nerf gun.

What do you guys think?

Spenserian Sonnet

The light of the lighthouse goes out
Everything becomes dark
The captain is in doubt
Where is the landmark?

The only light comes from stars, like sparks
The captain knew not what to do
Let's follow the stars, the first mate remarks
We can reference the charts for a clue

We're on the wrong course! he shouts to the crew
We are heading towards the rocks!
The anchor is cast in the sea, so blue
The crew waits, while sitting on blocks

Finally, the sun rises in the sky
So they sail away, saying goodbye

Imagination in the Dark

In the middle of the night he sits there
In fear of things he does not know
They rip they tear they aren't even there
He looks left he looks right, he's ready for a fight

Inky blackness surrounds his being
One cannot fight what one cannot see
Claws strum the doorways, ready to sing
He will look both ways for the creatures that cannot be

They come they charge, they bang on his door
What can stop this terror, he'll melt with fear
The battle begins, the fight, the war
A knock on the door, his death is near

His hand shakes, he reaches for the light
It was an imaginary fight
What doest thow think?

Chortle

A laugh

Response to quiyotic

I see Dani's face

Anathema.

This is a vocab quiz we had, do you have any suggestions? It's a cinquain.

Cat Pee

Just yesterday I woke up to a sight,
It was yellow and smelly and cat-like,
It was cat pee and kill a cat I might,
To say I'm not angry would be a lie.

I think that I can guess who did the act,
But truly there is no way to be sure,
Once I know he will not still be in tact,
It's hard to tell, though, because I have four.

I believe that his name starts with "Cutie",
And it ends with the desert known as "pie",
He black and white and all over he's furry,
I mostly like him but he has to die.

So if you're a cat don't pee in my room
Because it is likely that I will fume.

...I really like cats...no judging.

The Beach (Poem)

Blue is the color of the sky

Shoe flung into my face

Lou is the name of the flinger

Poo this is a disgrace.

Candy crunch between my teeth

Sandy suits floating at sea

Handy the shark lost his feet

Dandy will I be when I pee.

Andrea, Katie and I wrote this in class. Do you have any suggestions? It's supposed to be a lento!

Don't Mess with Mr. Ford

In the dead of night he stalks his prey,

His mind filled with anger, rage, and despair.

He hasn’t but a word to say,

Especially of what he was just made aware.

It pains him to look at her face.

What to do about it is the question in place.

The betrayal of a man’s wife punctures deep,

Whoever is responsible is getting put to sleep.

He looks upon his captive with nothing but hate,

You mess with his life, you suffer your fate.

This would all be moot if he didn’t sleep with his wife,

Nothing more to do other than end his life.

The man is dead having been stabbed in the chest,

This is welcomed sight as it was all for the best.

Gone is the man who corrupted his heart,

Now he can go home and eat some tart.

Acrostic poem

Driven to succeed.
Yesterday is one of my favorite Beatles songs.
Addicted to caffiene.
Nick is my little brother.
Never drives the speed limit.
Enjoys reading and writing.

Plays the bass guitar.
Early to almost everything.
Ridiculously sarcastic.
Kylie is my little sister.
Interested in science.
Not afraid to stand up for what I believe in.
Smart, or at least I like to think I am.

Poem about Writing Exercise of The Last Man on Earth

Right after ripping out the chords to the tv and the phone,
The very last man on earth sat alone his own home,
He sat and shivered, cried and quivered, hoping its not so
And at his lowest point he heard a knock at the front door

He cant stay in one place, his heartrates going crazy as he paces,
Wondering who or what this mysterious knock was for,
He's not even sure, but he decides to open the door,
And there towered two aliens at the height of six four,

Two floors he then ran up to his room to now lock his door,
"This can't be" he repeated as he fell to the floor
Passed out, last doubt he had was that this is not happening,
Last thing he'd expect is to wakeup on a ship flying

The intergalactic species told him "we come in peace"
"Please no!" cried the man as he fell to his knees and pleaded
"Humans are so concieted" said the alien species,
"This is a dream my friend and you are in your bed sleeping"


WARNING: This poem is not in iambic pentameter
It uses alot of assonance, do you like it? Does it rhyme too much?

My Depressing Poem

You’re always so smart, life’s as you predict

Everything you say, you have double checked

Twice and then again, that’s why I conflict

With the molten words you like to eject

Can’t you see that you’re as human as me?

Say you’re not God, but sure act like you are

In the light we are happy as can be

In the dark, beasts escape Pandora’s jar

Pretend to love me, I might pretend too

Controlling jerk, you don’t care if I’m hurt!

So done trying to please you, I am through

Never again will my face meet the dirt

No I lied; I’ll forgive you like always

 Life without liberty all of my days

the challenge (poem)

I went to win and compete
To a challenge to complete
It’s time to go to the show
Where my confidence will grow.

It’s time to do the routine
I hear cheers from my team
I got a really great score
I can’t wait do to some more.


This poem is from my short story. what do you think about it?

Continuation on Surviving the Odds

That was what went through the man’s head as they were reaching the settlement. He was in shock that it didn’t happen. I guess things were really going to turn around he thought. Finally they drove into the settlement. The settlement really was what used to be the neighborhood filled with all the richer people from around the area. It was in shambles, but it was the best place to keep people.

When they drove into the settlement the man saw that everyone was working to try and restore the area for proper living. The man got out of the car and an older gentleman came over to greet him.

“Welcome,” the older gentleman said. “My name is Robert and this is our little colony.”

“Hello, my name is Kurt,” the man said. “Are we the only ones left?”

“The only ones I know of,” Robert said. “I haven’t heard of any other colonies sproutin’ up, then again communication is rather hard these days.”

“True,” Kurt said “Well is there anything I can do to help?”

“Well for right now you should get settled” Robert said “Then once you are ready you can help others to get this place back up and running.”

“Sounds great,” Kurt said.

Kurt could not believe it. In one day he had gone from pondering suicide to living with the last survivors on Earth. Was it luck or fate? Kurt got settled and helped the others around the colony to help restore it.

Night fell and everyone went off to sleep. Everything was quiet as if the world was born anew. There were not even crickets or frogs to make noise. In the distance a noise pierced the night a small one, but a noise nonetheless. It was the sound of light footsteps marching in the distance. No one could hear them except the crumbling buildings and the desolate wasteland that lay ahead. They were coming, but who knew when or even what they were. Only the light would tell.

How does this sound?

Greg was irritated. Between the trouble his teenage son had been getting into and the overworking and underpaying job he had got himself, things were definitely not going well. Tricia had threatened divorce twice this month already, and their younger son had developed an unrecognizable malady. He sighed, he had to set his life back on track.

“Say, Roy, why don’t we head to the doctors?” He said. “You’ve been looking off color since you went to visit your sick friend at the hospital.” Hopefully Tricia would appreciate the time he was trying to put into help their sons.

6 year-old Roy nodded, too weak to speak. A day before he had been energetic and active. How? Greg thought, how does one day make so big of a difference?

The hospital was typical; white walled with the strong scent of disinfectants. Greg inwardly groaned. He was the type that avoided places like this.

“Number 23, please” the receptionist called.

23… that was the number on their ticket. Greg stood and shouldered Roy. Another doctor led them to an isolated room and started asking Roy questions, who in turn just nodded or shook his head.

Suddenly, a Justin Beiber song started playing out of nowhere. “Oh,” Greg said, “It’s just my phone.” Greg checked the front, caller ID… 1-354…ugh, it was Jack’s school again. He picked up the call.

“Hello, this is the secretary of Wheaton High school. Is this the father of Jack Close?”

“Yes it is. What has Jack done now?”

The secretary half chuckled. “Jack is only ill. He is being dismissed now.”

Greg sighed with relief. “I see, I’ll just hop on over there then.” He terminated the call. “I’m sorry, but my other son has fallen ill as well. Do you think I could leave? It would only be for a few minutes.”

The doctor nodded. “It should be fine; I’ll be here a bit longer to finish the basic physical check-up.”

Greg nodded and left, pausing only to grab the keys from the bedside table.

Anything stand out as bad? Good?

An Excerpt.

It was fall, and I was stuck transferring into another school. Again. And it was a public school; it was my very first time transferring to a public school. But it was easy.

The last month had consisted of many idiotic public schoolers trying to catch up. Hmmp. As if they could. Before, watching them struggle with variables was fun. Now, it was getting a bit old. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and living was easy. Not to mention boring.

My boring day was interrupted when I learned that we were getting our exams back.

Those public-school idiots were still whispering after the bell rang.

“Yo, the old teach told us the class average was under 70!” one said.

“Really? I heard it was less than 60 this time!”

“C’mon! That’s impossible! That kid’s in our class!”

They were talking about me, obviously. That was my initial thought.

“You mean Ken?”

“Yeah, I mean Ken! Everyone else is lucky to get away with passing grades!”

Hmm… Okay, they weren’t talking about me, then.

A while later the teacher entered the class. Ugh. She’s always late. Ms. Merrier lugged a stack of papers and smacked them onto the table with a thunk. Then, she started calling out names.

“Rosier.”

“Here!”

“Come get your test, Rosier!”

“Oh.”

I yawned. Merrier had a habit of piling the tests from low score to high score, so it was best to be called last. In other words, there wasn’t a chance in hell that my test was coming soon.

“Boucher.”

“Sampson.”

“Adams…”

I blocked Merrier’s voice out, and switched to nibbling on my pen. My name will come last, I said to myself silently. My name will come last.

Without knowing the age, gender, ethnicity (yes, that matters), or other attributes to the main character, what does the voice make you think? Is it developed? In what ways can I improve the voice?