LITMUS POETRY PORTFOLIO BRADY GOSSETT
TABLE OF CONTENTS 3………………………………………. Friday Nights 5………………………………………. City Dreams 7………………………………………. Happens to the Best 9……………………………………….The Music to My Ears 11…………………………………….My View on Politics 13……………………………………. Country Life
FRIDAY NIGHTS ROUGH DRAFT/EDITING A lot of people Blaring music -----Booming crowd Champions at heart Dancing after the win Excitement in the air Friday Nights
FRIDAY NIGHTS- ABC POEM A lot of people Booming crowd Champions at heart Dancing after the win Excitement in the air Friday Nights The reason I took this picture is because it’s just me at my football locker right before a game. This poem is showing my point of view of a Friday night football game. This also draws inspiration and discusses a personal experience of mine. Playing a Friday night football game. Also in this poem, like the rest of my poems, there is specific word choice like the word ‘booming’. Also, this poem draws inspiration and discusses a reflective observation.
CITY DREAMS ROUGH DRAFT/ EDITING The shining lights The bright city lights A young boy could only dream One day I will be I’ll be there.
CITY DREAMS- HAIKU The bright city lights A young boy could only dream One day I’ll be there The reason I drew this picture is because when I think of the big city, the tall building are one of the first things that pop into my head. This draws inspiration and discusses an imagination of a young boy dreaming of living in the big city. The point of view is from a kid dreaming of the big city one day. This poem also uses imagery. When readers read this poem, it paints a picture of the big city into their mind, the bright lights, tall building and everything.
HAPPENS TO THE BEST- SHARED POEM ROUGH DRAFT/ EDITING There was a death It was tragic till the very end. The sky was falling. Time is now in a bend. The voice in the sky was calling. There was a flash. A new area around me. --- I was hatched. Everyone and everything is gone. No sign of anything to be. It was slightly past the crack of dawn
HAPPENS TO THE BEST- SHARED POEM It was tragic till the very end. The sky was falling. Time is now in a bend. The voice in the sky was calling. I was hatched. Everyone and everything is gone. I was beginning to feel a little overmatched. Breaking slightly past the crack of dawn. This poem delves deeply on the theme death. While the first stanza is about the death, the second stanza is a metaphor for him being reborn into this new world. The mood of this poem is kind of like, sad/sorrow. It’s just kind of a sadder themed poem that isn't supposed to make like upset necessarily, just like, “ Daaaaang.”
MUSIC TO MY EARS- FREE VERSE ROUGH DRAFT/ EDITING What music does is unreal. This may even be a greater invention than the wheel. Music can give you hope, when all you want to do is leave. Medicine for the soul, that works better than most will believe.
MUSIC TO MY EARS- FREE VERSE ROUGH DRAFT/ EDITING What music does is unreal. This may even be a greater invention than the wheel. Music can give you hope. When all you want to do is leave. Medicine for the soul. That works better than most will believe. This draws inspiration and discusses music. Music plays a major role in my life. I believe this poem shows motif because it has a very different, decorative rhyme scheme to it. It’s kind of its own. This poem also touches in on the theme of emotions.
MY VIEW ON POLITICS- TERZA ROUGH DRAFT/EDITING My view on politics is just simple. Politics are a grown mans way of fighting arguing. Politics are more stupid than pimples.
MY VIEW ON POLITICS- TERZA ROUGH DRAFT/EDITING My view on politics is just simple. Politics are a grown mans way of arguing. Politics are more stupid than pimples. This poem uses humor. This also draws an inspiration and discusses current events.
COUNTRY LIFE- PASTORAL ROUGH DRAFT/EDITING Winding roads, leading right to the creek. The old tree on Sycamore, still standing tall but weak, Not everyone knows the country life. Some folks just arent ain’t that type.
COUNTRY LIFE- PASTORAL ROUGH DRAFT/EDITING Winding roads, leading right to the creek. The old tree on Sycamore, still standing tall but weak. Not everyone knows the country life. Some folks just ain’t that type. This poem breaks poetic or grammatical rules to better make a point, because I believe using the word aint help with a country poem. This poem also touches on the theme nature.
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