Simsy anthology

Artists Can Be Poets Too...

S.Sims

Dedication Artists Can Be Poets Too‌, is dedicated to my grandmother Lillian Araujo Diaz.

She was an admired teacher, athlete, mother, and grandmother.

Her love of reading and poetry Is above and beyond That of anyone I have ever known.

Table of Contents A Not So Rare A Night (alliteration) ………………………………………… 1-2 Flying? (assonance) ………………………………………… 3-4 The Daily Crazies (onomatopoeia) …………………………………… 5-6 HAMMER (imagery) ……………………………………………… 7-8 Time to GoPro (personification) …………………………………… 9-10 The Unknowing Accomplice (rhyme) ………………………………………………… 11-12 A Glimpse of Me (simile/metaphor) ………………………………… 13-14 First Party of the Year (mood/confused) …………………………………… 15 Last One of the Year (mood/certain) ………………………………………… 16 My Work Load (hyperbole) …………………………………………… 17-18 Sonnet 89 (sonnet) …………………………………………………… 19-20

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A Not So Rare A Night The sun has set They’ve reached their peak Their homes no longer Are safe from those yonder…

Zealous and relentless, The beasts…

Have come out to play with their prey.

With a rapidly increasing rage, Tigers, panthers, rattlesnakes, and more…

Are arriving from all over the jungle…

Like somewhat of a strange and radical bundle.

Some animals are screeching out in fear…

A race is what it was…

Not all rainforest animals were that bright, Running into the “safety” of the water…

They are not aware that they will be, Quite the delight...in the middle of a fight of piranhas.

All predators satisfied…

All prey still terrified…

Time for a riveting rejoices, As they sun is rising, Until the next time, For it is never their choices...

(Alliteration)

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3

FLYING? As others wait at their gates, We raced straight towards our fates.

On the plane…

Up in the air…

Now this place was like our own private lair.

Nobody is aware…

The daily dainty daisy, Could not refrain from saying That they were fluctuating.

Ending the day off With a toast over a roast For those with the most. … nothing was ever quite the same.

(ASSONANCE)

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The Daily Crazies Ready to slay the day And waiting for the very firstPING...PING...PING… My day has officially begun, Now it is time to wait for another one.

Speaking different tongues,

The Daily Crazies Ready to slay the day And waiting for the very firstPING...PING...PING…

-Is quite pronounced, as our teacher This class has yet time till it is done.

Is- BLAB. BLAB. Blabbing about…

In the background a-

But now that everyone’s bellies are not TICK.TOCK.TICK.TOCK feeling the same-Is quite pronounced, as our teacher

GRUMBLE. RUMBLE. ROAR!!...

Is- BLAB. BLAB. Blabbing about…

My day has officially begun, Now it is time to wait for another one.

-Are not the sounds that make you feel But now that everyone’s bellies are not feeling the samestrange.

GRUMBLE. RUMBLE. ROAR!!...

1:04 And we can take this no more, -Are not the sounds that make you feel strange.

Speaking different tongues, This class has yet time till it is done.

In the background aTICK.TOCK.TICK.TOCK

Now more than just our stomachs are roaring.

1:04 And we can take this no more, Now more DING than just DING our stomachs are roaring.

DINGG!!

Basically as savages, we

Last one of the day.

Onomatopoeia

And we have officially Slayed the day.

(Onomatopoeia)

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HAMMER Diminished and forgotten,

With, but one touch

Forever locked away.

Of the now icy cold rust

Cold and alone aging away

It has all come back.

In a box with the others‌

Hardwork,

Fulfilling laughter,

Determination,

From a distance,

Strength.

BLASTING!

(IMAGERY)

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Time to GoPro Just waiting and waiting for someone to come.

Finally someone bought me, It is definitely time to have some fun.

Two days have past.

And I have traveled, Connected to a mast.

Now we are rushing to the plane, Like there is no tomorrow.

After fourteen hours on the plane, I have had some quite outrageous adventures, But I am glad to have finally found The one true place that I can call home. (personification)

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The Unknowing Accomplice A: Having an unimaginable amount of stress A: She just had to get that dress.

B: One day prior, there had been a fire B: In a large field of briar.

C: There was very little time C: To find out who had done the crime.

D: Being the one in charge D: And the amount of evidence too large E: She overlooked the truth E: To find that the criminal was Ruth.

F: Now she knew far too well F: That this would leave her locked up behind a cell. (rhyme)

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A Glimpse of Me Do you want a glimpse of Me? The things that are important to me run more than skin deep‌ My interests are vast and help shape the person that I am: (simile) My art is as colorful as the sunset sky--(simile) With abstracts that are both wonderful and plain as they will never be the same. (metaphor) Playing sports gives me the rush of sitting in a speeding sports car. (simile)Traveling opens my eyes to the world’s cultures like being able to see for the first time. (simile) Riding a jetski gives me the feeling of conquering new territory like the feeling of finding a new planet. (simile)My interest in murder mysteries runs as deep as the Mariana Trenches.

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The precious gifts that mean most to me: (metaphor) My mind has more curiosity than that of a child--(simile)This curiosity in my mind leads me to places as dangerous as they are beautiful. (metaphor) My dogs are guardian angels that will forever be by my side. (metaphor) The wolfpack that are my friends are silly, supportive, protective, and are invaluable to me. (simile) The fabric of my family is as colorful and interesting as the many radiant fields of tulips in Holland. (metaphor) The flavors and spices of my Latin heritage make me dance more passionately than birds of paradise.

Now this is a glimpse of Me‌ (simile/metaphor)

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First Party of the Year None of my friends are invited.

But it seems like everyone else is excited.

Now of course I am sitting, oh, so alone Too afraid to dance, I am getting to be as cold as a stone.

Watched some of my classmate move around.

Thinking about how I could be, Safe at home Watching Tv With all of my friends.

Its been two hours…

I am still motionless…

Last song comes on, My favorite song, I decide to get up But then everyone is almost gone I’m confused Does nobody want to have fun? (mood/confused)

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Last One Of The Year

Knowing that this year is Coming to an end quite soon I have to be…

Confident, Careless, And maybe even sorta reckless.

I have to enjoy myself Because…

Once I’m in the moment It seems to be surreal Like me and my friends are The only ones there.

These are the moments, That no matter how silly My friends and I are acting, We do not care what other people think.

My friends and I have…

Danced the whole night, Hung out with new people, Made like a billion inside jokes, And even Discovered some amazing new playlists.

Now that the party is over…

My friends will come to my house, We’ll watch funny movies, Make snacks, Skateboard, And then finish off by Watching Netflix.

Knowing that we had used up the day to its fullest potential, We passed out on the couch listening To our new playlists…

Now that I’ve covered 7th grade…

Lets see what 8th grade has got in store for me. (mood/ certain)

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My Work Load Class after class each teacher, Has given us piles of work to do.

Getting home late Makes me want to cower, When seeing my work stacked up as tall as a tower.

There passes an hour, Maybe my dogs could just devour, Perhaps if I gave them just one more hour.

It’s 11:30, Now it is time to get down and dirty.

As I lift up my bag I nearly fall back or, Did I just hear a crack.

Instead of just a tap, My brother decides to give a whack.

“Wake up Soph” “And try your best to not be a slowpoke”.

Now with a coke, I am about to choke.

As I am almost done, I check all of work..

Now I am going BURZERK!!

18 (hyperbole)

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SONNET 89 A: Lips of snow, visage of dust inhale fog.

B: Charred lungs, deep breaths, daylight ends, darkness ‘wakes A: Shady gents, no rent, trapped amid the bog.

B: Stuck in her dreams and searching for snowflakes.

C: In the pub, since eighteen drinking, sinking.

D: They proclaim ‘tis free, but the prices is steep.

C: Mad she goes for few stones. Sends her flying.

D: Until angel’s dying. She’s buried deep.

E: Attire tattered. Drowning, can’t stay afloat.

F: No gravity. Icy cold she hovers.

E: Heavenly bodies await with no coat.

F: Celestial being takes no more lovers.

G: Many mistakes now just a wasted life.

G:Thy fair maiden no longer filled with strife.

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3 stanza love poem Each stanza different tone

allusion Bout anything you want, 3 stanza poem , 4 lines per stanza, 1 allusion per stanza