For English, we were assigned to do a personification poem on any fruit or vegetable we chose. I chose apples.
We are basically following the structure of "Mushrooms" by Sylvia Plath. If you have never heard of it, that's fine. We need to have a certain mood. Here is what I have (It is very rough so please bear with me):
A seed is planted in the ground,
We grow and grow as summer comes around.
We finally sprout, held by our necks,
Sometimes injected by nosey objects.
Small green things, we spread, *
Time goes by as we turn red.
We choke in misery,
Waiting to be set free,
From this horrible grasp,
soon we can escape at last.
We fall and tumble, bombarding the ground,
Over and over, this repetitive sound,
Bruised and broken, our flesh ripped open,
Neglected and hurt, there is no one around.
Winter comes, and only half of us remain,
We struggle to survive, ill and in pain,
Soon we are hidden, and we say goodbye,
What is that smell? I think it is apple pie.
I obviously need reworking on some parts, especially what I marked *.
For the *, I have trouble making a complete thought, but I really like the rhyme. Also note that our teacher let us know that the poem as to be all in end rhyme.
If you have any more suggestions, please tell me. This is the first poem I have ever written. TuT;
Also: I need help thinking of good title ideas? I don't want "apple" to be in the title, I want it to be a surprise (for those who do not get it until the last line). Thanks
We are basically following the structure of "Mushrooms" by Sylvia Plath. If you have never heard of it, that's fine. We need to have a certain mood. Here is what I have (It is very rough so please bear with me):
A seed is planted in the ground,
We grow and grow as summer comes around.
We finally sprout, held by our necks,
Sometimes injected by nosey objects.
Small green things, we spread, *
Time goes by as we turn red.
We choke in misery,
Waiting to be set free,
From this horrible grasp,
soon we can escape at last.
We fall and tumble, bombarding the ground,
Over and over, this repetitive sound,
Bruised and broken, our flesh ripped open,
Neglected and hurt, there is no one around.
Winter comes, and only half of us remain,
We struggle to survive, ill and in pain,
Soon we are hidden, and we say goodbye,
What is that smell? I think it is apple pie.
I obviously need reworking on some parts, especially what I marked *.
For the *, I have trouble making a complete thought, but I really like the rhyme. Also note that our teacher let us know that the poem as to be all in end rhyme.
If you have any more suggestions, please tell me. This is the first poem I have ever written. TuT;
Also: I need help thinking of good title ideas? I don't want "apple" to be in the title, I want it to be a surprise (for those who do not get it until the last line). Thanks