Poetic Devices

What other people think of poetry:

There are as many definitions of poetry as there are poets. Wordsworth defined poetry as "the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings;" Emily Dickinson said, "If I read a book and it makes my body so cold no fire ever can warm me, I know that is poetry;" and Dylan Thomas defined poetry this way: "Poetry is what makes me laugh or cry or yawn, what makes my toenails twinkle, what makes me want to do this or that or nothing."

What poetry means to me:

To me poetry is something that can express feeling and someone’s personality. Poetry does not always have to rhyme; it depends on what people like. That is one way of poetry expressing peoples likes and dislikes. Sometimes poems can express feeling because people can write sad poems if they are sad themselves, the poems that they write make them feel better. And sometimes people write poetry for fun.   

So as you can see, poetry is not only songs that rhyme, it is much more, it is whatever you think it is. 

My poem

Oh what joy it is,

To have a friend like you

 For giving me strength,

The way you do.

For lifting me up,

When I'm feeling down.

And putting a smile on my face,

When I'm swirling a frown.

Thanks for being there,

And helping me grow

Your friendship means a lot,

And that's what I’d like you

to  know.

Creative Writing

Have you ever thought what it would be like to be a Barbie Doll in a toy store? Read on my story to find out.

Here I am, sitting sadly as ever on the shelf waiting patiently  to be loved by a kid like my happy friend Barbie next door. The little happy girl excitedly rushed out of the store hoping to arrive home as soon as possible to bring out her doll house and play with Barbie. But that still does not matter, because I am still a depressed, lonely, not wanted doll sitting on the shelf for as long as I can live. After 1 month of loneliness, I finally hear soft footsteps, and laughter. It was the same little joyful girl holding my old friend barby. But Barbie was not happy, she was sad and reaching her hand out. She was depressed just like I am. But then I see her bold ugly head, the girl brushed all her hear off. I was so scared and terrified, hoping that i am not her next victim. But the little girl just looks at me, and runs away.

So as you can see, it’s not always nice to be pretty.