By: Kun Hee Yeo
Cold, frigid, and frozen
He sits on the field of
Clear, milky white snow
Bare-foot,
Basic clothes,
Broken down.
Above where he sat,
Was a luminous streetlight
Eating up the darkness
His hopes were
As fragile as a candle light
In the open storm.
He sets up
A rusty tin can,
His only hope.
Revealing
Three shiny copper pennies
His hair
Was turning white
By the settling snowflakes
A man
Stroll pass
The snowy field
As if the boy wasn’t there
Showing no sign of pity.
Only
The Great Grey Owl
Sitting on the pine tree
Looks at the boy
With its
Wide eyes
As the freezing winter
Wears upon him
And puts the boy
Into a deep sleep
Never to wake up
But to reach
The world
Above the sky.
10 comments:
good story. i got a good amount of imagery, everything poetic device was used well, great job!!:D:)
Great poem, I really liked how you used the owl as a symbol of death and described the appearance of the boy with alliteration.
Well what can I say? it was a great poem. the imagery was good, and so was the basic idea
Awsome job!
Great use of poetic devices, your poem had a great flow to it:)
you had many poetic devices and made a great mind movie.
great poem.. liked the imagery and the simile you used
very good story you had great imagery and use of poetic devices
Nice poem! I agree with everyone that there is great imagery. the story line was very clear. I feel so bad for the boy! Great job though!
Just got one word for you, actually two, AWESOME POEM! I liked how you used the owl as a symbol of death and the description of the boy was also really good, awesome imagery! the end was really well written as well! Great Job!
Buen trabajo amigo! Good poem, great imagery and use of poetic devices, good job.
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