When I created this poem, I was thinking of my life. I went to America about two years ago. And I think this experience I will never forget. So I decided to write about my experience of immigrantion. I began to creat my brain storm. It includes "Main idea", "Tone" and "Figurative language strategies (such as Similes or Metaphors)." My main idea is my feelings of living in the America. The tone is sadness and hopeness. My poem is tried to tell people that do not give up.
In my poem, I uses simile to describe my friends. They are very impotant for me. And I think that brain storm is pretty important because it really helps you to write something, like poem and essay. :D
Monday, March 2, 2009
Sunday, March 1, 2009
poem
American dreams, shadow of a child disappeared
No friends, broken family, silent
Only can hear the sound of snow
It is so dark, I can't find the way,
Where should I go? (1-5)
I need to change, different language, different culture
Yes! I need new friends. I have to be happy.
But, how can I communicate with them?
Suddenly, I feel so disappointed, like a balloon is exploded
I miss my friends in China.
We smile together, also, we cry together.
They are like the best medicine to cure my pain (6-12)
I am thinking of my father.
He is the person who gives me the most love
His love always disappears in my brain,
Everyday, it says "Don't give up." to me.
Can't forget. (13-17)
Slowly, that child stood up.
He ran, faster and faster.
He saw the light of his life. (18-20)
No friends, broken family, silent
Only can hear the sound of snow
It is so dark, I can't find the way,
Where should I go? (1-5)
I need to change, different language, different culture
Yes! I need new friends. I have to be happy.
But, how can I communicate with them?
Suddenly, I feel so disappointed, like a balloon is exploded
I miss my friends in China.
We smile together, also, we cry together.
They are like the best medicine to cure my pain (6-12)
I am thinking of my father.
He is the person who gives me the most love
His love always disappears in my brain,
Everyday, it says "Don't give up." to me.
Can't forget. (13-17)
Slowly, that child stood up.
He ran, faster and faster.
He saw the light of his life. (18-20)
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