Poem by Katie, Bryan, and Brooke

A Cold Hearted Bitch with the
Eyes of a Loyal Husky Dying
to Steal my Soul in Columbus, OH

The smell of your neck is like shit and
I hate you. Your voice is like a rambling child
that won't shut the hell up. The touch of your
hand is acid to virgin flesh.

Your neck smells like an overflowing landfill,
birds won;t even feast from. Your voice is like tequila
and I'm too drunk to care. The touch of your hand is rock
like metal bars without an escape.

The touch of your hand is death I never saw it coming.
Your voice is like jagged razors, slicing at open wrists.
Your neck smells like shit and I hate you.

Arizona is Like the Articulation of a Hot Tempered Hyena

Arizona is Like the Articulation of a Hot Tempered Hyena

Your voice is like

A feather blowing in the cool nights breeze
Like Cotton candy on a hot August tease.
Is soft like the bottom of a baby bunny
Like toasted marshmellows and dripping honey.

Like dragon fingernails scraping across dirty scud
Like an elephant that has been parading around in the mud.
Like a lions roar.
Is a slimy snake slithering around after a war.

By: Brittany Long & Brittney Fraley

Metaphor Poem

The Kentucky Sky Line Lit Like a Rainbow-Fish,
A Peacock Frivolous and Unnecessary


Your voice is like the kicking of a can down a gravel road
like sandpaper scratching my stability and slowly causing erosion
like a Jefferson Airplane song
like the wind being shoved through the gaps in my window pane

The touch of your hand is a shackle of possession.
A chill
a permanent frost on a brittle branch.
It is the outside of a neon-picked apple,
shiny
smooth
but also hard to touch.

Your neck smells like the salt from an icy street
Like golden lotus in summer shade.
Like a salty shore, strong and retrieving my senses.
Like a new car with tan leather seats
Like maple wood ash.

By: Jessica, Lauren, Matt

metaphor poem from Brittany Buckley, Ralph Farina, Emily Marsh

Alaska is as Mean as a Mothergoose

Your voice is like

My alarm clock on a Saturday morning,
a heart monitor, steady and even.

Candy canes and cigarettes,
a dying coyote.

The creaks in the floor when
a fifteen year old sneaks
out of her parent’s house,
innocence that has come and gone.

Movie Response

I enjoyed watching the film. I thought it was very interesting and that some of the poets were a little different, but i like the things that they all had to say. They all had different things to say and i thought that everything that they had to say was good. I liked how the poets talked about how you are limited to your own personailty and that poetry is a form of art. I liked the movie and all the poets had many good things to say.

Sorry i'm late, Mike i totally forgot about it until just now!!

"Where Poems Come From."

I found the film Where Poems Come From to be very thought provoking. It was interesting to see that almost every poet had their own unique way and style of creating a poem. The ideas used were dreams, music, a purpose, and of course... love. Allan Ginsberg was a real trip... Listening to him spat off poetry to the beats of jazz was just mind blowing for me. Sadly, I know I am not able to approach poetry but just to hear him talk was inspiring. I enjoyed Levine because the dude just seemed like a total character. Very funny... very Woody Allen-esque in the way he talked. And the fact he came up with a poem or story... I consider it a story, from a dream of his that dealt with issues of race and economy, I also found truly impressive.

The women poets... Oh man what to say... maybe I will just leave it at that. They seem to function on a different level when it comes to poetry and they are very, very... angry. The poet, I can't recall his name, but he talked about his poems having a purpose. This is very important to me on so many levels. I think that poetry should serve as having a purpose. That in the story we tell, one can connect with an emotion, a lesson, or just gain a new understanding about life. That is a very powerful message, considering poems are not self help books or novels preaching about the meaning of true love (I'm talking to you Stephenie Meyer!). That in a sonnet or however-many-line-poem: the essence of love, death, comedy, and tragedy can all be captured. That is of course... if you know what the hell you are doing (I know I don't). I am looking forward to part 2 of the film today in class and I am sorry that I forgot to post this by Friday. No excuses.

Film Response

I enjoyed the movie a lot. I thought a lot of the poets were very comical. All their idea's seem to be different and unique which is what I think helps to make their poetry so great. I agree with the idea that poetry is an art form, and that it is not something that is just going to pop into your head. I think it is important to keep an open mind and be free to interpretations. I felt like a lot of the poets in the film agreed with this. Many of them talked about how poetry is not like a set schedule for writing. You are free to create what you want and make it your own.