Argument
by: Elizabeth Bishop Days that cannot bring you near or will not, Distance trying to appear something more obstinate, argue argue argue with me endlessly neither proving you less wanted nor lessdear. Distance: Remember all that land beneath the plane that coastline of dim beaches deep in sand stretching indistinguishably all the way, all the way to where my reasons end? Days: And think of all those cluttered instruments, one to a fact, canceling each other's experience; how they were like some hideous calendar "Compliments of Never & Forever, Inc." The intimidating sound of these voices we must separately find can and shall be vanquished: Days and Distance disarrayed again and gone... This poem is a bit about love and how everything is seperating her from him and in the line "the intimidating sound of these voices..." shows how she's trying to not listen to what other people have to say. |
Still I Rise
by: Maya Angelou You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? 'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard 'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Diggin' in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise. This poem uses a little bit of rhyming. This poem is about discrimination and how she often gets bullied but how she rises above them. |
The Bully Asleep
by: John Walsh One afternoon, when grassy scents through the classroom crept, Bill Craddock laid his head down on his desk, and slept. The children came round him; Jimmy, Roger, and Jane; they lifted his head timidly and let it sink again. 'Look, he's gone sound asleep, Miss,' said Jimmy Adair; 'He stays up all the night, you see; his mother doesn't care.' 'Stand away from him, children.' Miss Andrews stooped to see. 'Yes, he's asleep; go on with your writing, and let him be.' 'Now's a good chance!' whispered Jimmy; and he snatched Bill's pen and hid it. 'Kick him under the desk, hard; he won't know who did it. Fill all his pockets with rubbish -- paper, apple-cores, chalk.' So they plotted, while Jane sat wide-eyed at their talk. Not caring, not hearing Bill Craddock he slept on; lips parted, eyes closed -- their cruelty gone. 'Stick him with pins!' muttered Roger. 'Ink down his neck!' said Jim. But Jane, tearful and foolish, wanted to comfort him. This poem is showing how the bullies are planning what they're gonna do and it's also showing how the bystander feels and how she chooses to do nothing. |
Identity - The Bully
by: Jon Evans They all try to look the same all try to give themselves a name pick on the boy who is all alone just because his identity is his own what has this world come to? all this wrong that people do just for the image they want to show down the evil path they seem to go The next person you go to hurt or try to make feel like dirt instead of trying to look cool feel for the guy you make look a fool A cool identity isn't a need let those you bully be freed Your identity should be your own A better person you will be known This poem shows what kind of identity a bully wants and how it's better to be yourself then try to be cool. |