- What Can I Hear?
I can hear the highway from my window
I can hear the sound of captain america playing in the background
I hear as my brother types on his computer
And how i hear my dad snore as he takes a nap
I hear the man yelling from downstairs
And the cars on my street outside my house
This is what I hear
What about you
- This poem is based off my heart poem photography
I hold the memories in my hands
Things use to be so much better back then
ow its all a memory
Times were happy and pleasant
ut its now only a memory
ow times are tough and difficult
ut looking back at my memories
ake me feel better inside
It made me think of the days
ecause they are not gone
They are here
ight here in my hands
Extra Credit
Trash Talk Hey let me 1V1 you in call of duty.
You talk trash but i will no scope you mate I will 360* across the map throwing knife you
You can’t no scope how do you think you could do that Ok rules are quickscope no scopes only
You can only use the intervention I want to use the ballista Thats not even in this game! Boom head shot! Get rekt mate! Omg you hardscoped me! Thats cheating
No I did not I’m just that good!
Nah you are bad… Pow! Get rekt!
Oh my god you are hacking! I am so leaving
Johnny is mlg left the game
Ha Ha. Rage quit!!!
Sonnet
Oh my baby how I love you so much
And how I love the lovely way you smell
How I eat you so much every lunch
And the way you taste oh so every well
pizza oh pizza how I love you so
With your beautiful sauce so very red
And how your shredded cheese looks like white snow
pizza if you werent here I would be dead
Oh pizza the way bright white light that shine
Oh my pizza you are everywhere
Oh my baby ia you are so mine
And when youre not here it is not that fair
pizza oh pizza I embrace you so
youll always be mine I hope that you know
Oh my baby how I love you so much
And how I love the lovely way you smell
How I eat you so much every lunch
And the way you taste oh so every well
pizza oh pizza how I love you so
With your beautiful sauce so very red
And how your shredded cheese looks like white snow
pizza if you werent here I would be dead
Oh pizza the way bright white light that shine
Oh my pizza you are everywhere
Oh my baby ia you are so mine
And when youre not here it is not that fair
pizza oh pizza I embrace you so
youll always be mine I hope that you know
Heart poem response
In the poem “ Photography” by the poet, James Metcalfe, is about
how photography should really be looked upon. Not just as a talentless
press of a button but it means more to it, there is an art to it. This poem
really shows this by going in depth and showing you how photography is
really supposed to be.
In the poem the poet really shows how photography is a true art. He
doesnt just say it though, he goes into details. For instance he describes
them as a memory by writing, “ It is a kindly greeting and A memory to
hold. Of happy times and pleasant things. However new or old.” They do
not say it directly but they are saying that the photo is like a memory.
“It is a faithful portrait The smile that friendship shares To add its sunshine
and to show That someone really cares.”
In the poem photography they describe a photo is that you put on the wall
or keep on your desk, it is a faithful portrait. “ The smile that friendship
shares To add its sunshine and to show That someone really cares.” This
poem can really connect to me because I love photography. I love to take
photos, I love to look at them, and seeing a poem like this after people
telling me that photography is not a true skill, after seeing this makes me
feel better about having a feeling about photography.
In the poem they really show a true meaning behind photography and
show that it is more than just taking pictures. It is an art and it make
myself feel better about the talent because I now see that it has a big
meaning to it, not just taking a picture, It’s an art