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I really liked the style of poem that E.E Cummings uses it is very different and i have never seen anything like it or read anything like it. this is my example of a poem like E.E Cummings:
Lets(Le)Ca
Tch(Tsgo)A
Bi(Ona)Gbr
Own(Adven)Bea
R(Ture).
Hope you enjoy Micheal,Charlie Malone, Grafton primary school
Hi Charlie,
Thank you for sharing your poem with us.
I’m glad you liked Cumming’s poem. It is unusual but he liked to create new forms of poetry and was experimental.
I enjoyed reading your poem. It’s a bit of a puzzle too. It took me a while to understand the words. It reads like two different voices to me.
I really liked your poem because you have taken it from another story and put it into a poem! I only found one mistake with your grammar where is should have been AN and you put A! I think it’s really hard to solve, but once i kept looking at it over and over again I understood and i think it is amazing! I will be putting up my own poem in the style of E.E Cummings soon, please leave some feedback and maybe some constructive critisism too!
By Ella Mai at Hanover Primary School
hello, i really liked the poem i liked how EE Cummings has used his brain and layed it out like that it is really interesting i have never seen a poem like that in my life.Here is one of my poems and i use EE Cummings lay out.
(a) wa
it (bo)
(x) ing
fo (on)
(a) r
so (sh)
(elf) me
one
I realy Liked how you layed your poem out just like EE Cummings ,it was just like a puzzle ,and how you had to work it out.It was also intresting to read and fun at the same time.
Hi Baris,
I liked your poem. I like the way you have to read about the box first and then find out it’s waiting but this creates a delay for the reader too so they’re also waiting. I look forward to reading more of your poems soon.
Hi Baris I like your poem as i think it is quite intreging and makes you wonder about what is in the box or why it is waiting.
P.S which order should i read it in? brackets first or second?
I really liked the structure of your poem and the way you put it together was clever and really interesting to figure out. You used enjambment well and it seems like you enjoyed doing it!
Maya (Yerbury)
In class we looked at one of E.E Cummings poems I really like how he did it. At first I was cofused about him using brackets, but then as we read through the poem I started to understand it.
As I like this so much I wrote my own.
Here it is:
(ha)i k
now(nd)
yo u
(it) ha
ve go
t it (over)
Hi Javi,
Thank you for sharing your poem with us. I enjoyed it. I found myself reading the brackets first. Is that how you intended the poem to be read?
hello michael walsh
you can read it the brackets first or last.
p.s. did you know that e.e. cummings never wrote in lowercase that is why i am writing in lowercase
Thank you for sharing your lovely poem. I really enjoy reading it and It makes perfect sence.
I agree too Ali.
Hi Javi i really enjoyed your poem and so i hope that you enjoy reading mine
Ta(i
n)l
ki
(my)n
g m
o (hou)
u
(se!)se
Hi Robert,
Your poem was great because it made it sound very poetic by rhyming it! The way that you wrote that reminded me of Michael Rosen because it was enthusiastic and funny but had a great rhythm and sounded a lot like Cummings.
Maya (Yerbury)
Hi Baris,
I like your poem it is very enthusiastic.
In class this week we have been looking at the style of E.E cummings poem. At first it was confusing however as I looked at it, it became more clear.I liked the poem so much I wrote my own.
Here it is:
(Th)y
(ink)ou
(be)s
p(f)ea
(ore)k
Hi Emre,
I’m glad you stuck with the poem and it became more clear. Poetry often asks us to read it more than once to get a better understanding.
I like your poem. It’s interesting what new words you make when you split words over lines for example I can see “peak” in your last two lines.
Ronaldo has scored
messi is crying
R
ON
AL
DO
HA
S
M
ES
SI
IS SC
CR OR
YI ED
NG
From Tommy Duncombe Priamy School
Hi Tommy,
It’s good to write about something you are interested in. I like the first part of your poem. It’s interesting all the small words within Ronaldo’s name “on”, “do”, “ha”… the ha works really well as it’s like Ronaldo is laughing at Messi.
THIS IS THE POEM I HAVE WRITTEN
THE F17 FIGHTER JET WAS SHOT DOWN BY A A ENEMY AIRCRAFT
TH
EF
GH
TE
RJ
ET
WA
SS
HO
TD
OW
NB
YA
EN
EM
YA
IR
CR
AF
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HI Joshua,
Thank you for sharing your poem with us.
The shape of the poem reflects the falling down of the enemy craft but I wonder if you could have varied line length more to achieve a more dramatic effect?
Here is my peom in style of Claude Mckay
SANNY DAY
Sunny high on finbruy park,sate parks and girl in the park the chickin and chips has been forgoten.
A box of chickin on the floor.
A passing crowd of football players
jokeing
jokeing
thouhing footballs
makeing turble.
The blue cloudy
sky with sping
leans speeding
around bird’s
tweeting and
singing in the
huge building
covering the trees.
Dreams coming true ,
water guns shooting.
I love everyone’s poem
I think the poem was very unusal never in my life seen a poem before! I’m very glad that Michael chose the poem, it shows that there can be all sorts of poems!!
I wonder what next weeks poem is going to be????
Gilespie School:)
The Well Known Zoo.
Beautiful birds and peacocks and wild lions roaring at people and small insects,and tigers and penguins and helpful keepers,Fit for the wild and dangorous zoo
Here is my poem in the style of Claude McKay…
the bit i liked about doing the poems is writing it because it was fun and i enjoyed it and i like my poem
Here is my poem in the style of Claude Mckay…
My favourite part was when we had to make our own poems but in Claude Mckays style
Here is my poem a style of Claude Mkcay…
Unforgetiable memories!
Watching TV and enjoying
The show laughing
Unstoppiably watching
My wife and kids
Happily munching
Pop corn and drinking
Fanta which is fit for the
Night.
my poem is called A sense of School
School Building and the great maths ,and teachers who will teach you good and awesome people who are dedicated to learn , And dinners what will make you mouthwatering , and make your taste Bugs go crazy and fit for a lovely diet.
T
Here’s a style of Langston Hughes…
Uncle’s house!
Hot bright house in
Uncle’s house children in the
Room and children in the kitchen
A school-bus some man has
Forgotten a hoover on a
Radio on number is
765
Was the number a young
Chilling in the living room.
The fresh breeze outside , and the playground with lots of fun to Cheer you up everytime and your friends will love it , clubs what are fun , and the sports are great.
Here is my poem in the style of Claude McKay…
Christmas Day and you are enjoying having a dinner on christmas day,
And you can open the amazing presnts,
and you can eat chicken, turkey before you go to sleepy. And in the morning
you and your family say merry christmas day in the morning .
After in a few weeks it start to snow and your familiy goes out and enjouy it
merry christmas everyone bye.
Poem in the style of Claude McKay:
happy eid
Getting money and getting ready
wearing my most fancy cloth
people where ready for eid
and I was ready to go.
Going to the cinema
at wood green
I went passed a shop
called mr and misses bean.
We went to subway
and they showed me the way
after I ate
we went away.
We booked a ticket
at 17.00 and
I went into the arcade
and I hit the jackpot.
Watching a movie
bringing back memories
of me being a child
playing with my cat dewy
which made me weep.
I ate so much popcorn
it was fit for a king.
The forgotten post : Aged 11
In the style of : Cluade Mackay …. … .. .
Sunset blinding,
on the deserted streets,
serene music in the pubs,
loud music in the bowling alley,
some post forgotten,
at the doorstep,
in the middle of a bare street,
music starting up,
from ab gramophone,
” silence ” was the record !!!
A dog,
yapping by its owners heels,
a passing a cat,
head held high,
purrs,
sudenly,
like a steady heartbeat,
purrs,
niether loud nor quiet,
purrs,
the sun is rising higher in the sky,
purrs,
stopping the music in the pubs,
stopping the music in the bowling alley,
leaving untouched the post on the doorstep !!!
Note : i hope you have thorouly enjoyed reading my poem that i have graphted so hard on …. … .. .
here is a peom in the style of claude mckay
where’s home now?
cold numb fingers for the winter air and white puffy clouds floating in the sky.
White snow-capped trees hanging down and,
Hot tomato soup warming in the pan,ready to eat fit for the finest life,
starring at the phone,bring back old memories,
of my far away home and blossominmg flowers in the garden and,
Ripe delicious tomato’s ready to eat with anything,
Warm summer breeze passses as every body sits down for christmas dinner.
Here my poem in sytle of Claude Mckay
The part that I like best was that it didn’t rhyme , because most poem rhymes.
This next Poem is called “Memories”
Swing sets and massive climbing frames ,and a titchy slide,
Steep ponds and lots of children,
And skateboard park and bike areas and seesaws,
Fit for children to be active as possible.
Sat outside the gate, bringing vintage memories to my head,
Of when I was a very young child enjoying myself in the park.
And every morning I got to go to our local cinema.
But I’m way too old to go there and I’m very poor.
My eyes grew heavy, and my brain lost my old memories;
A heart attack struck through me like a lightning bolt,
I had a last chance to make it happen ,
My body began to shake so I knew it was time.
My poem is called Home Sweet Home
Horrible rules and adults and boring books
Arch enemies and best friends,
Water fountains and homework and lunch,
Fit for normal kids at school.
Sat in the window, bringing memories
Of annoying siblings playing by the toy box
And cosy furniture, and buffet breakfasts
In my comfortable breakfast area.
My eyes grew dim, and I could no more gaze;
A wave of longing through my body swept,
And hungry for the old familiar ways
So now I turn aside and listen to what the teacher said.
hey I’m going to write a poem….
In the stly of claude macay….
mountain tops and beatiful blue skies,lisening to the sky scrapers.
And the waves that suck you in,
It’s fit for a king.
staring at a picture, bringing memores of going to gramma and grampa’s house, laden by the sweet summer birds tweeting.
my eyes grow dim, i could not gase anymore,
A wind wind of longing began to comence,
AS an icey wind took that away,
so I turned and wept.
I think thats aworsome
here is my poem a style of Claude Mkcay…
Love you god
Beautiful lands sweet
juicey fruit and a loving god.
yummy food fit for a god
and smooth floors
and awesome powers.
Smelling fresh air, nice flowers
and clean unbreakable houses.
Gold doors and majestic fair
and truthful people. fancy
cloths for free, high tech spy toy
for every child.
why am i not there.
i am going soon amen.
killing people,and bad people
swearing
and going against gods law
and uncontrollable people.
unclean air
bad illnesses
and children being led astray
what life is this
sins must stop
let there be light.
My mouth grows tired
and i could no more chat.
A wave of anger
awoken through my body
and hunger for the old lovely ways.
Your poem is fantastic
I’ve stayed in a tower all my life.
I want to go home
Where it’t cosy and warm and comfy
A girl gets sick of a boy.
I want to go home right now
And maybe a little peak
To where the big big mall is
I want to go today.
They do some fun thing’s
They have some proper fun
My mum say’s no but I say it’s done
How they don’t have to work for everyone.
My mum tell’s me what will you be when you grow up
Will you grow up to be a pilot
That which I’ll be taken to go home sooner or late
On account banning most stuff which I wish.
But I say it’s fine honest I do
And I’d like to be a pilot to
And wear pilot clothes that stink’s of poo
And strut the street’s with a flood from the loo.
By Ibtisam Pakeman primary school year 6
Big coconuts and small,are on a huge tree and it’s brown,and delicious,it islike a circle,
However it is blue and beautiful,I am shattered and shaken,because I am not there with you!
I’ve been caged for all my life,
And I want to be free.
Where it’s fun,enjoyable and exhilarating.
A man gets sick of his wife.
Wonderful poetry from everyone! Such fantastic imagery…. I love that so many of you have brought your own lives into the heart of your work. 🙂
thank you mr mackay