1. Poetry Portfolio By: Courtney Adkins

4. Poetry is an art, Something that some people seek, But to others it comes naturally. The words seem to just seep into the paper, Painting their very own picture. The soul comes out in expressional phrases that only some minds can compute. How mouths speak circles around words and minds play tricks. Poetry is a different language all in itself. It is might, it is power. It is also frail, and meek. It breaks the laws of everything that we know. Minds speaking, souls screaming, and ideas flowing. It is our lifeline. The blood pumping in our veins bleed for poetry. To be heard, to be recognized. We ourselves are poetry. Actions speaking louder than words. The movement of our paths in life. Like the words flowing onto paper.

5. Literary Devices Hyperbole Symbol Poetry Prose

7. Oh how the clean crisp air, Fills my lungs to the brim. Oh the feeling of living without a care, The lights above are starting to dim. The strain of tension runs through my spine, Screaming for me to stop. But this adrenaline is my lifeline, And I must reach the top. I am running from things that I do not seek, Leaving the old world behind. For things themselves are starting to reek, Some things I wish I could rewind. I am running to get away. I don’t want my soul to go astray.

8. Literary Devices Flashback Point of View: First Person

10. I am wind, thunder, lighting, and wildfire. I am wrath, I am rage. I am a fist tearing down the face of the earth. Buildings being torn from their foundations, Families being spilt apart. I am destruction, leaving nothing behind. I am rain, cloudy skies, fog, and dreary days. I am sadness, I am sorrow. A thick blanket over the world. Slowing people in their tracks. Making the earth seem to spin in slow motion. I am distress, making the tears flow. I am sunshine, spring days, flowers, and sweet smelling grass. I am happiness, I am joy. The light at the end of the tunnel. The optimistic side of people. The stuff that makes the world go ‘round. I am bliss, making the best of the worst. I am humming bird wings beating, a gentle breeze, leaves spiraling down, and the dew on the morning grass. I am humble, I am gentle. Like the words of encouragement that spill from the mouths of people. The pride that radiates from them. But I am small, a tiny piece of the world. I am me, the only thing I’ll ever be.

11. Literary Devices Allusion Tone Irony Simile Allegory

13. Love is a mystery, A dark cave if you will, No one knows what they are getting into, They just do it for the thrill. Love is a journey One without a map Some follow freely, Others think it’s a trap. Love is an adventure One that you know nothing about, Because everyone is different And you are always filled with doubt Love is like the ocean, The currents tugging and pulling. You know where you want to be, But you don’t know where you are going. Love is a foreign language, Where the words are always changing, Once you think you know them, They feel like rearranging. Love is like a claw. Grabbing people by the heart, Once you think you’ve won the race, It pulls you right back to the start. Love is like a blank canvas, Something so simple and plain, But with a splash of paint and color, It would never look the same. Love is love, Something that all of us will know. It will come in many shapes and forms, we just have to learn to go with the flow.

14. Literary Devices Theme Metaphor Foreshadowing Verse

16. The Spring blossom peers up from the barren earth, spreading it’s leaves and petals out wide, trying to distinguish it’s hunger. The color is apparent amongst the plain. Snow is melting and the desolate surface is beginning to show, the blossom stands alone. The first sign of hope to the barren and helpless thing that is winter.

17. Literary Devices Imagery Personification Dramatic Irony