This poem is Friendship.

She was my best friend,

And we would depend,

On each other.

We did everything together

We said  friends forever.

But promises never come true

We froze our friendship

We were friendless

It had ended

The new start of the year changed everything

No one thought it would change anything

But it changed everything.

The inspiration behind it is my friendship with Dora. We were best friends when we were younger, but then we drifted apart.

This isn’t a certain type of poem.

The element of poetry in this poem is repetition. We use repetition in the end.

I like how the poem turned out. I think that we need to add a little bit to the end.

The title of this poem is The Glass Ceiling.

They’re standing up there,                                                                      

Triumphantly

I wonder,

How did this happen?

If I had been born differently, would it be different?

Would I be triumphant?
Instead of sitting here,

Watching their success.

Their happiness.

Their non-existent sorrow.

Why are they standing there?

Not even breaking a sweat,

While I’m down here, sweating hard,

Earning 79 cents to their dollar.

I would raise my voice if I thought it would make any difference.

But as I look up at them, and they work unseeingly, I realize,

They feel no remorse for me,

Or anyone else down here.

They only care for their own prosperity,

That should have been mine.

They say I’m not working hard enough,

Deep down, I’m wondering if it’s true,

If they really are working harder than I am,

And as I sit beneath them,

I ask myself why

I’m looking up at a glass ceiling, while they look at the sky.

My inspiration for this poem is sexism. When Margaret and I wrote this, we were trying to convey our feelings about sexism.

This isn’t a certain type of poem.

The element of poetry in this poem is imagery.

I am REALLY proud of this poem because it conveys everything that I wanted it to and I think that it could really make a difference in the world.

The title of my poem is Autumn.

The crisp autumn breeze

Wind whistles through the branches

Leaves fall to the ground.

My inspiration for this poem was the season fall and how I feel during that season.

This is a haiku. A haiku has to have 5 syllables in the first and last lines, and  the middle lines have 7 syllables.

The element in this poem is beat. You have to read it slow, so it doesn’t seem like the poem is going by really fast.

I really like how my poem turned out. I’m proud of this poem because it really expresses my feelings about fall.

My favorite project this year was the Fabric Collage. I really liked the project because we got to combine Guilds, which was really fun, and felt, which was really fun to use. Also, the project was good because we were all doing something different that went with our characters. I liked this project because I thought that I did a really good job with showing who my character was.