In this unit we will write a love poem and you will recite it in front of the class.
First, what do you notice in the poems below?
– How are they structured?
Love is feeling cold in the back of vans
Love is a fanclub with only two fans
Love is walking holding paintstained hands
Love is fish and chips on winter nights
Love is the presents in Christmas shops
Love is when you’re feeling Top of the Pops
Love is what happens when the music stops
Love is you and love is me
Love is prison and love is free
Love’s what’s there when you are away from me
Annabelle Lee – Edgar Allen Poe
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.
I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.
And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.
The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes! – that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.
But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.
For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
A Little Poem for Poetry Month
by Jack Prelutsky
I’m glad we have a Poetry Month,
But still, I wonder why
They chose a month with thirty days —
Were months in short supply?
I wish that they’d selected
A longer month, like May.
I’m certain I’d appreciate
That extra poetry day.
Of course, if they’d picked February,
I would be aghast,
For February’s very short
And passes far too fast.
But April’s not as short as that,
So I don’t hesitate
To say I’m glad it’s Poetry Month.
Hooray! Let’s celebrate.
Or this one:
- I looked in the mirror
with shock and with dread
to discover two antlers
had sprung from my head.The kids in my class
were complaining all day,
- “We can’t see the board
with your horns in the way!”
- The teacher was cross.
- “What’s your excuse?”
- I said, “Well, I think have
used too much mousse.”
My Doggy Ate My Homework
- “My doggy ate my homework.
He chewed it up,” I said.
But when I offered my excuse
My teacher shook her head.I saw this wasn’t going well.
I didn’t want to fail.
Before she had a chance to talk,
I added to the tale:“Before he ate, he took my work
And tossed it in a pot.
He simmered it with succotash
Till it was piping hot.“He scrambled up my science notes
With eggs and bacon strips,
Along with sautéed spelling words
And baked potato chips.“He then took my arithmetic
And had it gently fried.
He broiled both my book reports
With pickles on the side.“He wore a doggy apron
As he cooked a notebook stew.
He barked when I objected.
There was nothing I could do.”
- “Did he wear a doggy chef hat?”
- My teacher gave a scowl.
“He did,” I said. “And taking it
Would only make him growl.”My teacher frowned, but then I said
As quickly as I could,
“He covered it with ketchup,
And he said it tasted good.”
- “A talking dog who likes to cook?”
- My teacher had a fit.
She sent me to the office,
And that is where I sit.I guess I made a big mistake
In telling her all that.
’Cause I don’t have a doggy.
It was eaten by my cat.
- The End