Poetry Project

•        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 

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