1. Poetry Project
Nyeem Scott st
2/4/16

2. Table of Contents Slide 1: Cover Slide 3: Where I'm from
Slide 4: Simile
Slide 5: Hyperbole
Slide 6: Sonnet

3. Where I'm From
I am from Honey Nut Cheerios, from Kellogg, and Cinnamon Toast Crunch. I am from the never cold house. I am from the Amazon Jungle, the landfill of Sunflowers. I am from the fulfilling Rice-A-Roni and the amazing homemade pizza. I am from the ornaments on the Christmas tree, and the dark color hair I am from the yelling, and car buyers. From don’t give up, and work hard and get money. I am from a Christian family. I'm from Queens, New York, and a burger and chips. And I am Nyeem.

4. Simile
The sun is like a ray of fire stalking anyone in its sight. The ocean is like our safe haven for those piping hot summer days .

5. Hyperbole
When I lift weights I feel like Hercules. I sweat like a washed dog.

6. Sonnet
I seriously do not wish to fail, But due to this assignment, I just might, I can’t focus. My train of thoughts derailed. Unfortunately, I’ll be up all night. Perhaps I’ll go outside and get some air. This homework really drives me up the wall. I'm thinking to myself, Why should I care? Its really not that hard. And after all Of the all-nighters that I've pulled before , One would think by now, I would be a pro. I need caffeine. Ill go to the C-Store Because I just cant sit still. And although This is procrastination at its best, When I'm done at last, I wont be stressed

7. A Dream Within A Dream by Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow-- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand-- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep--while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream?