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Monday, March 22, 2010

10 Days of Poetry


Concrete poetry is the use of words and their physical formation to convey meaning. This may done with color, the shape of the letters, and/or the arrangement of words.


Directions: Graphically create a scene using only words that relate in some way to your object. From a distance this will look like a picture, but up close it will consist only of words and phrases. No extra lines or shapes should be used. A light pencil might be drawn first as a guide. Use color, shapes, and sizes that will enhance the meaning of the words.

7 comments:

  1. Here's my poem:
    A perfectly innoscent object
    Shimmering from a distance
    Glowing in the light
    Hasn't done a thing wrong
    The shape is curvy
    The texture is smooth
    The color is outrageous, but not too surprising
    It gives you a soothing feeling
    This is what this object is, plus more

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  2. -14P-
    Here's my poem:
    A perfectly innoscent object
    Shimmering from a distance
    Glowing in the light
    Hasn't done anything wrong
    The shape is curvy
    The texture is smooth
    The color is outrageous, but not too
    surprising
    It gives you a soothing feeling
    This object is all that plus more

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  3. My poems about the sun and shaped like it. Its kind of long.

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  4. #15K-
    The Sun
    The Sun is a big ball of fire,
    The Sun is a light
    my light,
    your light,
    our light,
    a light
    The sun is big, beautiful, glowing ball,
    my big, beautiful, glowing ball,
    your big beautiful, glowing ball,
    our big beautiful, glowing ball,
    a big, beautiful, glowing ball,
    The sun is a big ball of fire

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  5. On a hot summer day, I lay in a lawn chair. My skin soaked up the hot, dreadfulness of the sun, providing beads of sweat on me. My mind was empty of all thoughts. I held my popsicle in my sweaty hand. Popsicle droplets trickled down my fingers, constantly causing my hand to be sticky. I got up, hoping something inter- esting would happen. Nothing moved. The sun beat down on my popsicle. Soon it started to melt melt melt away.

    This poem is supposed to shaped like a popsicle, and the 'melt melt melt away' part goes down as the stick. It is really cool. Hope you enjoyed it. ;)

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  6. Rhyming
    do I really seriously have to rhyme,
    I know it's hard but I will try,
    but this is really hard!
    did you say every line?!
    this is to difficult,
    I'm going now...
    good bye!

    This poem is suppoed to be shaped like a quetion mark and it shows that anyone can rhyme...
    even me!

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  7. it was carbed so butifull,icouden't beleave i fond it,we took a picher of it,then with me in the shot,it was the most exsitin time of my life,to see somthing so butiful.

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