Student Poetry Page

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Updated 5/12/05

Mirror
Sometimes we see love and follies,
Sometimes we see melancholy.
Sometimes images are condescending,
Sometimes blank stares are never-ending.
Sometimes lies are so explicit,
Sometimes lies make reflections mystic.
Sometimes truth makes mouths metallic,
Sometimes comments are anencephalic.
Sometimes this thing of power lays to rest,
Sometimes we find it, and become obsessed.
Sometimes an object with intentions so clear,
Sometimes can cause images we come to fear.
---A Novaes---

"Photography" Activity: Top Poems by Students --

Students were to "translate" a poem from French or German or Italian into English, but the requirement was that they were not to know the language! Here is some of the amazing work from the students:

"I'm sitting on an itch... no weight means I'm thinner"

"The dog planted a baby goat / In a pot of soil. / Now he grew inside the pot..."

"A color scenario/ She parked things in silence / She came unto me one day / inactive as a clam / again, managing shoes"

"I will mix it with pasta sauce / with dough that is soft / I'll call it a pizza pie / ...I will paint it / and color it with toppings..."

"Your photography is like smoke of trees / It is a beauty / And it is the entity / Photography / is very linguistic / On and on on end / a melody / Your photography is hungry for sun / It is a beauty"

"Plane dead viruses at the jars / invite / photography of you is the fruit / ...the dead tone was alarming / on and on / true melody / photography of you is empty / the solid"

"And fury, especially / Fine all confide / On Monday, the campaign stagnates / Find an eel in Kansas in the foliage / In patterns the rugged cello is / Or a lettuce does murder / ...and cavities have no core."

"Garden Foundation / Itch me for I'm itchy / ...Do you have my pasta?"

"Photos of grumpy old men / Isn't it beautiful / the angle / the emptiness / Their unemployment / Photos of rays of the sun / O so beautiful"

"Deluxe vines on the jeans invisible / Photography is like perfume / Quest for beauty / ...Photography / Knows many languages / Openended / One canopy"

"Under the matress sits a soul / Dark and pillowy dares no entry / The fuzzy cotton ball visits long / Sleeping adults press on the length / And compress the air at lights dark / ...Dead silence continues straight / Fun is waiting contemptuous solitude / finishing I come through the fog / Or lungs at vertical / Colors centering the gaps / Inviting the night again"

"Under two men salutes one soul / Despite the battle of hate rises / A fragile man and strong lady / Whose attitude of passion respects lovers / And cares beneath a soul of evil. / Four of her finest / and future, insist fate will consist / of men, the campign strengthens / first to insist upon favor of care / a pattern of ruined heart / or an appetite of victory / a color ceremony generates / where people speak in a silence / where we become a total lunar guild / an activity for the core"

"Photography, you are the champaigne brew / ...Quest for beauty / the blank and quiet / one clear moon / there is one specifically hard / Plain canvas is vivid in the hardness / ...photography, you are the perfume of the elegant"

"Taking snaps of cards / Portrait made of flowers / Photography of brown champagne / ...Of the beauty / Of the blacks and whites / Of the clear moon / Darkness across the jubilent pacific / Plain violence of gardens / Enraptured / Photography of perfume bottles / Of the beauty / Of the little and big / Photography / Of ten angels / Of evidence / Of melody / Photography of lights / Of silence / Of the beauty"

"Tons of soaring birds come / Flying birds come down to the floor / Photographers to its coming burn / They sing loudly / But also beautiful / Less balance while they dance / ...Go slowly / And capture the beauty"

"I'm ...itching / So much fur on him / And nickels and zucchini / Wore on my shin / I'm shattering with itching"

"The sun is a big part / Each portrait is your choice / Photography is a campaign / To places / That are beautiful / It is clear to see / Be specific / Please look for beautiful things / Places / ...Photography is the beast / Don't sell / the beauty"

"Parrot attire on the floor / ...Plain ducks' wives are chandeliers / Scandal..."

"Ulcers of magic salute themselves / ...pigeons dance... / and freezing like light wine / ...and break white to the light of the sun / ...Flower of snow of earth / ...is fine and comfortable / ...one camise of fog / one pat of red in the sky / now one knife of green / One color eccentric and genuine / that a door knocks out the silence"

"Pour matter on the floor / Photography is the champion here / of the forest / What such beauty / ...Photography / Its the angle / On the end / One monopoly / ...Don't soil it / What such beauty"

"Do you go in the water / on warm nights? / Lay down your arms / to the dishonor of my sin. / ...one huge forest, / we watched in awe, / we slept all night, / we ran to the house. / The morning was cold / with toast and butter. / Have you seen it? / The trees are alive and / The river is cold. / I still plant my garden / In pride and defiance / to the walking trees. / I am still alert. / None shall ever know / about my trees so far."

"Many flowers, with snow around, / the most cosmic thing in the world / the bell rang very fine, / in the air and in the fog, / and a woman crossing the sky. / A blind color in the afternoon, / which brought a lot of silence, / and said a nice moon is coming for all of us"

"Photography you are champagne brown / ...Dance in the garden Pacific / ...Photography, you see, is fine and ample / Quest for beauty / A bottle and a toy / Photography / Dense to service / on an end / one minute / Photography, you are hungry / see the sun / Quest of beauty"

"I'm going, I'm water / So fur within him, / Under nights with such, / day was my sin. / ...Our saga is fine; / Soul is well wakened, / Guard roach swine / ...I am haunting houses, / Under plants lies water, / I am still ornate; / Nuns sweat in summer / under blunt force"

"Photography is the smoking of lard / The lard is beauty / It will end you / Photography / Two ton language / One on another / a melon / Photography is your ant / It is a circus / that is beauty"

"I am shaken by the itch / Soul itch, zoo awaken / are you there? / Then Walter is / One plant wider / Am I still talking or / none weight is summer"

"Photography and champion bull riders / Do flips / are beautiful / are black and purple / and are not clear / of what they are doing / Yet they dance around and pass out / Probably too much wine or dancing / Exceptional"

"I think I'm going bald / so much for hair / ...it's a war without hair / I'm sitting here / ...while others grow hair / why can't I grow any? / it won't grow / it's not fair / everyone and their mom have hair / why not me? / it makes me mad / not having hair / I've tried a toupe / and shampoos galore / and plans that are weirder / no hair on this head / and none so far"

"...Mice hum / and crickets are sunken / this war is sin / ...we argue with the sun, / I won't end: / Soul, I resume welcome / the broken sin? / ...then wander, / 200 miles about the garden / trudge, inches and hush and pause / and plants are wider and still / none sway and shimmer / and blind so far"

"You smile at my attire / Portray my attire as a flower / ...Dance in a garden / Plain. You live as the gardener / Inevitable / Photography, you are the fire of ardor / What is beauty / It's in you and in me / Photography / It's your wings / Go and intend / A melody"

"...And nights are so open, / That war mustn't come in, / I'm shattering so high, / In blundering trees, / Why store wits' end, / ..Gibberish again? / It grabs much aloud, / then withstands around"

"The brave knight salutes the sun / and awaits the dark night / the cold wind sends chills up his legs / as he eats his lunch / under the hot sun. / The flower of nothing feels fine / in the cold, he confides / at night, he camps underneat the moonlight / a weird fog settles down / the ground is rough beneath it / but it cannot make him quit / with the bright green color / the forest goes silent / she arrives with the moon / and sits beside her hero"

"Itching, I'm wild / So far many hide / Under heights of searching / that's war's main sin / Shattered / Blue stains / Stern legends / All will be shown / It won't break / The sage is fine / Some have weakened / Is this a sign? / Grasp their might / Then wind blow / Gardens ruined / And plants covered by white / Everything is still / Life has been stolen / Bring back summer / And blue no more"

"Less blankets and more sun / The moon is clear / Dancing under a garden in the Pacific / Playing to lives as a gardener / Envy"

"Tons of sour tired cooks / Portray tired as a flower / ...What is beauty? / It's white and black / A chair of the moon / ...Your photography is the perfume of a tree"

"Photography is a form of art / it is beautiful / In and on too / Photography / takes time / on and intended / one monopoly / Photography is old / of soil / it is beautiful"

"To get a scorpion in your mattress come in / Portray your matress on the first floor / Photography and you are the champions / Of the forest / You are so beautiful / The blankets and the shells / The chair is made of limes / Limes are from the pacific Ocean / Plenty of limes for every junior that exists / ...Don't question the beauty / It will kill you if you do / Photography / The tone of America / On the end / A melanee / Photography and you / Deep soil / That's the beauty of it"

"Phonebooth / The mountain with a tire rolling down it / With a squirrel in it, weighs a ton / The mountain has a flower on it / The phonebooth is a champion, sexy. / The girl is in the forest / She is beautiful / She eats balance bars / Unclear for bunnies"

"Ugly as mayo saluting the soul / duping the piggies from North Ireland / As freezing as a mini leg / Soothing attitude of the past over lunch / and a branch house of lettuce of the soul / Flowers of winter here around / a flower, beautiful behind a coffin / the boy, the straineous campaign / behind an eerie piece of fog / a patio of rugs in silence / Neck of gold of virtue / a scenery of color, amazing / She parts center, north of silence / She's with a child, a soft cloth / a blend of old"

"Itch going I'm Waldo / So far my hen / and night zebra / ...I'm sit say I / In bacon store / we stern leprechaun / ...Itch wolf is broken / ...salt in dumb elk" (very abstract!)

"To some my outfit screams, / "I need HELP" / To me my outfit says / Picture this....My champagne / colored hair. / My Green as Forest shirt. / This is pure beauty / With my blackest black pants. / And my white as moon smile. / To me my outfit says / who cares what people think / This outfit is wild"

"Bochelle the magnificent saluted his foot / Dopey pig had a deli note of air / Frizzy cam to the vine leg and passed the attitude of a gigantic lunch / The case of Beyonce for the foot / Flowers had the never-so-fine flower / So fine and confident / Much champagne and stress / Fine the idol one can of fog / One pate of rugs in the cello / One color scenerio of jeans / The port with a certain hot silence / Beautiful come one Carlo one woman of Geneva / The incarnate of color"

"The sour attire comes / A portrait of attire in flour / Photograph the champion run / In the forest / It's so beautiful / The white and the sun / The color of light / Dances on the Pacific / Plain veiw is inevitable / Photograph the fume of art / See its beauty / It is a toy / Photograph the angels / on the end / One melody / Photograph the light / From the sun / See its beauty

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