Life

THE COLOUR OF LIFE AND ITS MANY TRAITS.

Green

A shade found in the rainforest.

Lush and intense.

But a carefree hue.

Many claim to know this colour.


Those who think they own it,

they can only claim but not truly possess.

Green is a beast which cannot be chained.

It is a monster with no master or creator.


Green is like freedom, it is everywhere.

A great big giant, though kind.

Grumbling, growling, and groaning, a great noise.

Green is not to be messed with or vexed.


When I say that it is carefree it is showing a human trait that it does not actually have.


Green is like freedom is a simile.


Grumbling, growling, and groaning, a great noise is a use of alliteration.


Groaning is onomatopoeia.

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The Fly

Little Fly
Thy summer's play,
My thoughtless hand
Has brush'd away.

Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?


For I dance
And drink & sing;
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.

If thought is life
And strength & breath;
And the want
Of thought is death;

Then am I
A happy fly,

If I live,
Or if I die.


The major leap from being a fly to a man is a hyperbole because it is a giant exaggeration.


Am I a happy fly is a metaphor where he is comparing himself to a fly.


This poem uses stanzas.


The mood of this poem is sadness, the man is feeling sorrow and pity for the fly he accidentally brushed away.

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C'est la Vie

If only I knew how's it going to be
If only when I try to fix things, they became better
If only I was certain of how others feel
And if only people believed what I say...

If I knew how to show what I really felt
If I knew how to make people understand
If I knew how to make them believe
If I knew how to make them happy

If making people happy doesn't leave me sad
If making them understand doesn't make me an ignorant
If making them believe doesn't make me a liar
And if letting them know how I feel doesn't leave me numb

Things would've never reached that point
I know I would be in a much happier place
No one would ever blame me for not caring
No one would blame me for not thinking

That's life ....You're never certain
You never know, you're never sure
You're not going to live that dream of yours
And life would never be "trouble free"

You have to live with what you have
You try to fix the broken glass
You try to collect the shattered pieces

You make the best of everyday

It's like a train that never stops
Keep going through life without pausing
Just live each day and throw it behind you
Don't look back or you'll break your neck !


You try to fix the broken glass you try to collect the shattered pieces, is a good example of imagery. It shows a clear picture of a broken dish or glass on the floor.


It's like a train that never stops is an example of a simile because it is saying life is like something else.


This poem uses a large amount of stanzas.


The theme of this poem is Life it is about lost choices and missed opportunities that should have been taken.

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The Caged Bird

A free bird leaps

on the back of the wind

and floats downstream

till the current ends

and dips his wing

in the orange sun rays

and dares to claim the sky.


But a bird that stalks

down his narrow cage

can seldom see through

his bars of rage

his wings are clipped and

his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


The free bird thinks of another breeze

and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees

and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn

and he names the sky his own


But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams

his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream

his wings are clipped and his feet are tied

so he opens his throat to sing.


The caged bird sings

with a fearful trill

of things unknown

but longed for still

and his tune is heard

on the distant hill

for the caged bird

sings of freedom.


The poet expresses personification when she tells us that the bird leaps onto the back of the wind, The bird is doing a human action of leaping.


This poem uses stanzas.


This poem has a strong mood, it is very angry. Some evidence of the anger is the words anger, and stalk, people stalk when they are angry.


The author used a metaphor of the bars of rage, the cage was not meshed together with wire made of rage, but the bird was so angry it was held by its hatred for the cage.

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Reasonings

I chose the first poem titled Green because I believe it is the colour of life and good. It really fit into this topic and I think I made a good choice. Green was my self written poem that I already had.

I chose the second poem titled The Fly because it shows how life may be small like a fly but we are all joined by life and even flies are equal to humans no matter how small they are. The Fly was my classic poem.

I picked C'est la Vie for my third poem because it tells of how you wish to change things in life but no matter what you wish for life will throw a curve ball your way. You may hit a home run or strike out.

I wanted to use Caged Bird by Maya Angelou in this presentation because it is a personal favourite, it teaches that you will be caged until you learn to free yourself. And once you are free you must make the most of it.