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By: Bailey Dibling2nd period, Mrs. Love

Dust flowers up from from the Chilton county duskRust is flaking off the pickup that has a skunk musk

 Bullet, the blue tick hound, from your sleeve pulls it

Could it be another hot day, in August would it 

Peaches have long last month gone to fill the nichesBeaches of the river are low, full of leeches

 Summer, time in Alabama is long, bummerFunner than that song swinglow number

 Gathering distant dark blue clouds that are a mattering

Battering thunder rolling, lightning shattering 

Huge drops splattering on clay so rougeDeluge now soaking, coming down like a luge

 Passing with one loud crack blasting

Massing clouds now are just in a fasting

Thunderstorm (Author unknown)

I enjoy this poem because I love thunderstorms and the way the author worded this piece made it even better. I

chose this poem because it has great rhyme scheme. Rhyme scheme is an

arrangement of rhymes. An example of this in this poem is when they rhyme dusk and

musk in the first line. The author did a great job writing this.

Thunderstorm

A moment the wild swallows like a flightOf withered gust-caught leaves, serenely high,

Toss in the windrack up the muttering sky.The leaves hang still. Above the weird twilight,

The hurrying centres of the storm uniteAnd spreading with huge trunk and rolling fringe,

Each wheeled upon its own tremendous hinge,Tower darkening on. And now from heaven’s

height,With the long roar of elm trees swept and swayed,

And pelted waters, on the vanished plainPlunges the blast. Behind the wild white flashThat splits abroad the pealing thunder-crash,Over bleared fields and gardens disarrayed,

Column on column comes the drenching rain.

A Thunderstorm by: Archibald

Lampman

I like this poem because it isn’t a typical all rhyming poem. It is different from a lot that I have seen and it has great imagery. This means that I can picture everything that they are describing to me because of how much detail they put into the poem. He did a great job of making me feel like I really was watching a thunderstorm. That’s why I chose this poem.

A Thunderstorm

Lightning spins the dark night skiesSplitting the streetsWidening the eyes

Striking through all the fakenessPresented by the lost souls

Who stand so strong and boldIn stupidity –

Lightning shakes and shivers the spineAnd grasps onto the blood that rumble

And wreaks havoc on the mindIt screams the agony that no one hears

Of life long lost and forgotten fearsCrying tales that floated from the ears

And vanished in the airStriking mercilessly,

Lightning empties the heartCarries away past pain

Fills the mind with only itself,The epitome of narcissism,Then leaves, as if a dream,Leaving the earth shaken

And the heart to slow itselfLightning by: Keyoka

I like this poem because I do not like lightning and in this poem it makes it sound like the author doesn’t like lightning either. I chose this because it has a very interesting mood. Mood is the emotional tone of a poem. The mood of this poem is dark and scary because the author describes the lightning as being bad and frightening. This was a very well written poem.

Lightning

Thunder and LightningThe thunder and lightning…

Flashes illuminating the dark of the night… Rumbles of the thunder shattering the solace of the

darkness. Eyes wide open, listening…

The rain and wind, the consistent roar… I take it as a sign…

I see it as an omen… Where I am at?

Looking out into the blackness of night. Seeing the flashes of blinding light.... The horizon so

distant, so unattainable… The rumble of thunder…

Drowning out my shouts of fear and doubt…

Thunder and Lightning by: Kevin Carney

I enjoyed this poem because it meant more than what was being said. I chose it because it had great symbols in it. A symbol is something that represents something else. In this poem the thunder and lightning represents something bigger. I think it represents something bad ahead in the persons future that they are comparing to thunder and lightning crashing down on them.

Thunder and Lightning

From the safety of my home I watchScenes of natures horror

Engulfing coast with horrific vigorRipping lives apartThe oncoming sea

 A wave 35 ft. of terror

Relentless in its forward marchRemoving mans mark from the world

Leaving dark brown nothingnessAnd the lives of many in tatters

 Destruction continues after its passingStations on coastlines in disarray

Meltdown a riskA danger many say

A tragedy 3 fold continuesFrom trembling earth

To seas mightAnd then onto man’s nuclear plight

 Our thoughts are with youJapan we weep

For your lost onesThis terrible week.

For Japan We Weep by: T.

Monk

I like this poem because you can tell the author really put his heart into it. The tone of the poem led me to really get upset with what happened to Japan and really got me thinking. The tone is sad and distraught, like the author wishes he could take it all back. I chose it because it was beautifully written and a great example of what poetry should look like.

For Japan We Weep

Darkness falls over earths blue skyWarnings from mans nuclear child

The darkness risesFrom reactors cores that breech

Sending the darkness inTo mans soul at sleep

This Nuclear fearThat man has created

See’s no sign of abatingSo worried look on the common man

Looking for reassurance for a scientific land They say its safe

But is it soWhen earth moves and water shows

How quickly science crumbles and failsSwept away by natures flails

Leaving plants in disarraySpewing radiation every day

This nuclear child’s temper is risingFear behind mans controlling liaison

It must workControl the beast

Before sets forth and reaps its Nuclear feast.

Darkness Rises by: T. Monk

I like this poem because it has a great twist with words. It makes the tsunami into a person and compares it to the evil of the world. I chose it because it shows a great example of personification. Personification is a thing or abstraction in the form of a person. This poem is dark but under the circumstances it is understandable.

Darkness Rises

The blackened skies will send you warningbut you will never listen

The wind will scream a frightening storybut you will refuse to hear it

The falling rain will cry tears of agony as the sky opens up in painAll the while you never imagined the sight unfolding on the plainAnd with only your cameras, cars, and trucks you face the hand

of GodTo warn the world of what's to come, remembered and not forgotRespect the fury of the sky; something we may never understand

To us Mother Nature is the universe;To her we are but a grain of sand

Tornado Alley by: Stephanie Lynn

I like this poem because although tornadoes are scary and dangerous this poem makes them sound strong and interesting. I chose it because it has AMAZING personification. The fact that the author compares the wind to a person screaming is incredible. I wish I was able to think of things so unique to write about like this person is. Well done.

Tornado Alley

I keep wishing for a tornadoso thunder would pound its fists on my windows

and rain would throw itself to the groundand clouds would comfort me by covering up all

the brightness and the lightning would remind me that I'm

awake and still breathing and seeing

and hail would leaves bruises on my skin to match my soul and lifeless self

and the winds would take me away  Take me away, I don't want to be here anymore.

I don't want to hear cherry peppers anymoreI just want to hear thunder.

Tornado by: Eleanor Simone

I like this poem because I’m really into sad poetry, it affects me way more than happy poems. This poem consists of blank verses which are unrhyming. That’s why I chose this poem because most of the time there is rhyming but in this case it is just a pretty little poem telling someone’s story of despair. I think everyone has felt like this every once in awhile. Everyone wants to be taken away from a situation at least once in their lives.

Tornado

I opened my eyesAnd looked up at the rain,And it dripped in my headAnd flowed into my brain,

And all that I hear as I lie in my bedIs the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.

 I step very softly,I walk very slow,

I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,

So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.

Rain by: Shel Silverstein

I love rain. Rain is just so soothing to listen to and no matter what mood you are in it seems to get you thinking. When reading this poem though, in this case it is sad. I chose this poem because it has a lot of assonance in it which is the resemblance of sounds. This is common in poems but it is well done in this one.

Rain

All night the sound hadcome back again,

and again fallsthis quiet, persistent rain.

 What am I to myselfthat must be remembered,

insisted uponso often? Is it

 that never the ease,even the hardness,

of rain fallingwill have for me

 something other than this,something not so insistent—

am I to be locked in thisfinal uneasiness.

 Love, if you love me,lie next to me.

Be for me, like rain,the getting out

 of the tiredness, the fatuousness, the semi-

lust of intentional indifference.Be wet

with a decent happiness.

The Rain by: Robert Creeley

Rain poems for the most part are always the same. They are either very happy or very sad. This poem is an example of a ballad because it has short stanzas and is usually sung due to how it is written. Not all poems can do this so that is what makes this one special. Also, rain poems are usually more sad than happy so the fact that this one is more good than bad makes me happy.

The Rain

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!

B-Dibs Poems

I amCourage, Strength, Peace

I like to make people smile and laughTrust is important to me

Happiness is important to meFamily is important to me

Faith is a good thingImmaturity is bad, but it makes for some great times

Life gets hard as we get olderStress isn’t good for anyone

We need to relaxI am

I am by: Bailey Dibling

I believe in forgivenessThe ability to be happy after a great sadness

The power to change livesThe hope for second chancesThe reward of good karma

But suffering from silly mistakes made in the past does not seem right to me

I believe in good graceI believe in miraclesI believe in revenge

And I believe in true love and that one day I’ll find someone that will stick around

Credo by: Bailey Dibling

CheerleadingCompetitive, DramaticPracticing, Cheering,

CompetingFans, Enemies

Hitting, Running, TacklingIntense, Dirty

Football

Diamanté by: Bailey Dibling

Sad is blue and blackIt tastes bitter and tart

It sounds like the rain dripping through the trees

And it smells like a musty rainy dayIt looks like a tornado

And it makes you feel incomplete

Five Senses by: Bailey Dibling

EyesIntense, Pretty

Wandering, Shiny, SadShows your emotions through the

tearsEyes

Cinquain by: Bailey Dibling