Table Of Contents

• Raindrops by Andrea Ivanescu
• Standing by the pacific written by Robert Frost
• The grey goose by mother goose
• Peter Piper by mother Goose

Raindrops
Written by Andreea Ivanescu

Raindrops touch my face
Down on my neck like a breath
I feel wet and sad.

The shattered water made a misty din.
Great waves looked over others coming in,
And thought of doing something to the shore
That water never did to land before.
The clouds were low and hairy in the skies,
Like locks blown forward in the gleam of eyes.
You could not tell, and yet it looked as if
The shore was lucky in being backed by cliff,

The cliff in being backed by continent;
It looked as if a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age.
Someone had better be prepared for rage.
There would be more than ocean-water broken
Before God's last Put out the Light was spoken.

Three Grey Geese by Mother Goose

Three grey geese in a green field grazing, Grey were the geese and green was the grazing.

Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers;
A peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers,
Where's the peck of pickled peppers Peter Piper picked?

’T is so much joy! ’T is so much joy!
If I should fail, what poverty!
And yet, as poor as I
Have ventured all upon a throw;
Have gained! Yes! Hesitated so
This side the victory!

O Captain! My Captain!, by Walt Whitman

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

Out in a rainfall;
Hopeful but woeful waters,
Pitifully falls...
Lightning wretchedly dances,
Thunders echoed and resound...

Flip Side Of Somewhere

Backing slowly into blank road signs,

Unaware where I am or why I left,

Home,

Safer was the cry in my ears,

Not so sure of that one,

Road kills here still playing in fields,

Thumb still waiting for a passing breeze,

Walking backwards into horizon unseen,

Vagabond pavement wearing at my heels,

Would grin but no faces coming my way.

I am Wind

Blowing all Around

Whispering through the Leaves

Else I make no Sound

The Sun Just Had a Nasty Day
The sun just had a nasty day,
refused to smile or shine.
It stayed behind the dark gray clouds,
a mottled, grim design.
But shortly after dinner time
one ray poked though the gray,
a spark of golden yellow warmth
reminding us of day.

If you want to please us, Sun,
(don't take this as a warning)
if you're going to pierce the clouds,
please do it in the morning.

Bibliography

• http://www.examplesinpoetry.com/imagery-poetry-examples-definition
• http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems/alliteration
• http://www.examplesinpoetry.com/repetition-poetry-examples-definition
• http://www.examplesinpoetry.com/symbolism-poetry-examples-definition
• http://www.examplesinpoetry.com/personification-poetry-examples-definition