Evaluating Juliette's analysis

Assessment Commentary

Half-Caste by John Agard - Analysis

Do hear my poetry analysis on Sophie Johannson's Lyric Poetry.

Do listen to the poetry analysis by me and my classmates!

Shakespearean Sonnet

Please tell me that you aren't alone,

It hurts to see you so

I feel like I'm being hit by a stone,

Seeing you so low.

To take away your loneliness,

Is what I want to do 

But you know about my helplessness,

I guess I have to break through. 

Simple pleasures and sincere thoughts

Can brighten up such days

Childhood doesn't come in lots

It's a glorious phase. 

This bond we share, that no one knows,

Will bring our circle to a close. 

The Lonely Road - Lyric Poem

The Lonely Road

Full of waiting and anticipating.

Finding dead ends unfold.

Hearing talks of greatness untold.

Waking to madness and destruction,

Revealing anger and depression.

Seeking one way out

and always failing.

Finding only patience and

endurance always prevailing

Allowing hurt to seep out and promises to seep in.

Giving a life of abundance, a time to begin. 

Existance - Rhyme poem

In a world filled with changes, each and every day

I feel I'm being judged for what I do and say.

Deep within my heart, I know there's something wrong

But now its too late, as it was long gone

So here's my message to keep yourself strong,

After every dark night, there is a rising sun

Obstacles, they just hit and run...

Face them thrash them knock them, they will quickly fade away

Live your Life beautifully, each and every day.

Concrete Poetry



Sun



Cinquain

Lion
Proud, majestic
Hunting, stalking, daring
Wild beast in wilds
King

Lincoln
Responsible, benevolent
Influencing, inspiring, initiating
Leader of all Ages
President

Japanese forms of Poetry

Misty white mountain

Blanketed by pink blossoms

Blessed by the shrine. 

Soft light blue surface

Breaks the light shining downwards

Dancing light sparkles.

Basking in the sun

No worries - no tension

but how sad - - 

Why this fear and restlessness? 

What if this freedom is fading?

The gifts you gave me

Might be torn into pieces,

And tattered - -

But none of it would matter

As long as we are holding hands.