This book is dedicated to Mrs. Greenfield for assigning this.

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The Middle of May By White Thug

I was walkin’ down the street one day

in the middle of May.

It was a sunny day,

in the middle of May.

So I’m gonna say,

Its okay,

Its okay.

My friend sam was there,

when we were attacked by a bear.

It was scary there.

When we were attacked by the bear.

So I’m gonna say,

It ain’t okay,

It ain’t okay.

He lost a limb that day

in the middle of May.

On that sunny day

in the middle of May.

When we were attacked by the bear

in the middle of May.

This is an example of a rhyme poem, because of the -ay ending. As well as there and bear.

I am Trying to Break Your Heart By Kevin Young

I am hoping

to hang your head

on my wall

in shame—

the slightest taxidermy

thrills me. Fish

forever leaping

on the living-room wall—

paperweights made

from skulls

of small animals.

I want to wear

your smile on my sleeve

& break

your heart like a horse

or its leg. Weeks of being

bucked off, then

all at once, you're mine—

Put me down.

I want to call you thine

to tattoo mercy

along my knuckles. I assassin

down the avenue

I hope

to have you forgotten

by noon. To know you

by your knees

palsied by prayer.

Loneliness is a science—

consider the taxidermist's

tender hands

trying to keep from losing

skin, the bobcat grin

of the living.

This poem has a clear use of alliteration. In the lines "trying to keep from losing skin, the bobcat grin" the author uses the -in sound.

Tamer and Hawk By Thom Gunn

I thought I was so tough,

But gentled at your hands,

Cannot be quick enough

To fly for you and show

That when I go I go

At your commands.

Even in flight above

I am no longer free:

You seeled me with your love,

I am blind to other birds—

The habit of your words

Has hooded me.

As formerly, I wheel

I hover and I twist,

But only want the feel,

In my possessive thought,

Of catcher and of caught

Upon your wrist.

You but half civilize,

Taming me in this way.

Through having only eyes

For you I fear to lose,

I lose to keep, and choose

Tamer as prey.

This is an assonance poem. The way this came to be known by me was by "tough and enough" in the first stanza but there are alot more examples than just that.

Old Men Playing Basketball By B. H. Fairchild

The heavy bodies lunge, the broken language

of fake and drive, glamorous jump shot

slowed to a stutter. Their gestures, in love

again with the pure geometry of curves,

rise toward the ball, falter, and fall away.

On the boards their hands and fingertips

tremble in tense little prayers of reach

and balance. Then, the grind of bone

and socket, the caught breath, the sigh,

the grunt of the body laboring to give

birth to itself. In their toiling and grand

sweeps, I wonder, do they still make love

to their wives, kissing the undersides

of their wrists, dancing the old soft-shoe

of desire? And on the long walk home

from the VFW, do they still sing

to the drunken moon? Stands full, clock

moving, the one in army fatigues

and houseshoes says to himself, pick and roll,

and the phrase sounds musical as ever,

radio crooning songs of love after the game,

the girl leaning back in the Chevy’s front seat

as her raven hair flames in the shuddering

light of the outdoor movie, and now he drives,

gliding toward the net. A glass wand

of autumn light breaks over the backboard.

Boys rise up in old men, wings begin to sprout

at their backs. The ball turns in the darkening air.

When I read this poem all i can think of is how much imagery is going on in it. I can see the jump shot in the opening stanza and the

Chevy with the girl in the second to last stanza.

Onomatopoeias By Noah Krull

BOOM, CRASH, AHH-CHOO, PLOP

These onomatopoeias

are just a few POP

If you cannot see the use onomatopoeias here you are blind.

Appetite By Sharon Hendricks

In a house the size of a postage stamp

lived a man as big as a barge.

His mouth could drink the entire river

You could say it was rather large

For dinner he would eat a trillion beans

And a silo full of grain,

Washed it down with a tanker of milk

As if he were a drain.

This poem speaks to me personally as well as my hyperbole senses (they're tingling). Nobody can drink a tanker of milk. Just watch the gallon challenge on youtube.

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