I Am, I Can, I Know.
I Am...
I Can..
Some of the things that I know to be true..
- I am a student
- I am athletic
- I am African American
- I am fun
- I am a brother
- I am hilarious
- I am creative
- I am nice
- I am friendly
- I am smart
I Can..
- I can be myself
- I can be helpful
- I can say no
- I can text
- I can cook
- I can play games
- I can talk a lot
- I can be organized
- I can respect others
- I can love someone
Some of the things that I know to be true..
- My family love me
- I can text everyday
- I can take care of my family
- I can be a good brother
- Family comes before anything else
- I can be mean
- I'm tall
- I'm different
- School is educating
- You can't trust everyone
Big Ten Poetry Devices
Alliteration- Little Loud Leah, Amazingly Active Amya.
Allusion- Lunch at West Jeff are okay, but my mom's food is better.
Figurative Language- Our mind's are so filled with information they might explode. We make Ms.Burton so proud her heart fills with joy.
Metaphor- Love is a flower filled meadow that goes on forever.
Extended Metaphor- My personality is like a river, sometimes rough and fast, but also calm and soothing. My personality is like a river, with smooth waters and typhoons.
Onomatopoeia- The loud boom came from the crash outside. The bubbles pop as they hit the ground.
Personification- When i walked in my house, it gave me a hug and made me feel warm.
Rhyme- When i feel hungry i always want fries
My sister wants some so she tries and tries
But when she takes some i say "No that's mine"
Repetition- Just do it, you know you want a sip. Just do it, you know you need a thirsty drink. Just do it, it's in you.
Simile- Sometimes my dad can be as stubborn as a mule.
Paul Laurence Dunbar is a poet, he wrote a poem called Sympathy and many more. Mr. Dunbar was the son of slaves, who escaped using the underground railroad. He worked as a writer and published many peoms and short stories. Mr. Dunbar explored the themes of slavery and life in the south.This peom "Sympathy" is about a caged bird but not literally.Its the subject of the poem. This poem has a repetition of a phrase "I know why the caged bird." Its a three stanzas with seven lines in each also have a ryhme scheme, abaabcc. In this poem I like that it rhymed and easy to read. "I know what the caged bird feels, alas..."
The poet knows how the caged bird feels. He knows what's it like to be caged and can't escape. He knows how it feels to know it is impossible to get out but still tries. He knows how the caged bird feels.
"Till its blood is red on the cruel bars..."
The poet is getting angrier and the bird is bleeding trying to get free. He knows he will never get free but he still beats his wings on the cage and pleads to get out. That bird is trying his hardest to be free but still he knows he will not so that is why he bleeds beating on the cage.
"But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings..."
The caged bird is desperate and wants to make sure he gets his prayer. He wants to know that he will get his prayer so instead of just sending it he flings it to the Heavens. His life was so hard that he doesn't want to take any chances for him not getting his prayer.
My Opinion on this poem is that I like it and the way he explains slavery through a caged bird. I like how he explains the struggles through this poem and his experiences. I also like how he uses the words in the poem, the message and the way the poem is written.
He uses:
-Alliteration: When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass.
-Simile: The river flows like a stream of glass
-Rhyme: Alas,grass,glass
-Imagery: first the bird sings(hearing) and the first bud open(sight) and the faint perfume from(smell)
-Repetition: I know what the caged bird feels
Sympathy
I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting —
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!
The poet knows how the caged bird feels. He knows what's it like to be caged and can't escape. He knows how it feels to know it is impossible to get out but still tries. He knows how the caged bird feels.
"Till its blood is red on the cruel bars..."
The poet is getting angrier and the bird is bleeding trying to get free. He knows he will never get free but he still beats his wings on the cage and pleads to get out. That bird is trying his hardest to be free but still he knows he will not so that is why he bleeds beating on the cage.
"But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings..."
The caged bird is desperate and wants to make sure he gets his prayer. He wants to know that he will get his prayer so instead of just sending it he flings it to the Heavens. His life was so hard that he doesn't want to take any chances for him not getting his prayer.
My Opinion on this poem is that I like it and the way he explains slavery through a caged bird. I like how he explains the struggles through this poem and his experiences. I also like how he uses the words in the poem, the message and the way the poem is written.
He uses:
-Alliteration: When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass.
-Simile: The river flows like a stream of glass
-Rhyme: Alas,grass,glass
-Imagery: first the bird sings(hearing) and the first bud open(sight) and the faint perfume from(smell)
-Repetition: I know what the caged bird feels
Sympathy
I KNOW what the caged bird feels, alas!
When the sun is bright on the upland slopes; When the wind stirs soft through the springing grass,
And the river flows like a stream of glass;
When the first bird sings and the first bud opes,
And the faint perfume from its chalice steals —
I know what the caged bird feels!
I know why the caged bird beats his wing
Till its blood is red on the cruel bars;
For he must fly back to his perch and cling
When he fain would be on the bough a-swing;
And a pain still throbs in the old, old scars
And they pulse again with a keener sting —
I know why he beats his wing!
I know why the caged bird sings, ah me,
When his wing is bruised and his bosom sore,—
When he beats his bars and he would be free;
It is not a carol of joy or glee,
But a prayer that he sends from his heart's deep core,
But a plea, that upward to Heaven he flings —
I know why the caged bird sings!