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Write a poem of at least fourteen lines that uses poetic techniques (such as figurative language, structural elements, and graphic elements) and follows one of the poetic forms discussed in this Lesson (narrative, ballad, lyric, or sonnet). Be sure to include the following:
• figurative language (simile, metaphor, personification, hyperbole, euphemism, oxymoron, verbal irony, pun, allusion, symbolism, allegory, and paradox),
• vivid sensory language (imagery), and
• precise words that reflect the mood and tone of the poem.
easy worded simple 7th grader words no symbols
Use the rubric provided to write the poem. This rubric is how you will be graded.
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I walked the dark lane with my small lamp in my hand
The lamp was a tiny sun that kept the heavy night away
The wind whispered like thin paper and brushed my cool face
I said "Nice, more rain" and the light kept my feet on the way
My heart was a drum that beat like a little marching band
The lamp was a small coin I kept as a brave light
I thought I could fly like Icarus into the warm sun
But paper wings turned to glow and could not stay in that bright light
The road was a patient teacher who fed me small truths
I learned that growing is slow and a quiet kind of fight
I waited a thousand heartbeats in a room full of friends
I felt lonely and loved at once, a silent shout that said all right
I wanted to be a baker of kind days, but I could not knead the past or make dough
I waved and said see you later to the old tree that went to sleep
The lamp stood like a little key that opened the closed room door
This walk was a small school and the lamp helped the dark to sleep
The lamp was a tiny sun that kept the heavy night away
The wind whispered like thin paper and brushed my cool face
I said "Nice, more rain" and the light kept my feet on the way
My heart was a drum that beat like a little marching band
The lamp was a small coin I kept as a brave light
I thought I could fly like Icarus into the warm sun
But paper wings turned to glow and could not stay in that bright light
The road was a patient teacher who fed me small truths
I learned that growing is slow and a quiet kind of fight
I waited a thousand heartbeats in a room full of friends
I felt lonely and loved at once, a silent shout that said all right
I wanted to be a baker of kind days, but I could not knead the past or make dough
I waved and said see you later to the old tree that went to sleep
The lamp stood like a little key that opened the closed room door
This walk was a small school and the lamp helped the dark to sleep
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