Student Poem Form: D-Mck Thingamajig

This poem follows the rhyme pattern:
A
A
A,B
B
B,C
C

There is such sweetness to a love like thine
I am a winter warmed by new sunshine
Where a life divine resurrects to anew
What was lost long once in an icy frozen brew
The buds then grew so tall and sweet
As the blooms awoke from their snowy retreat

Free Verse Poem

 He had tears dripping down his puffy red cheeks,
 And he had burns lined in rows on his thighs.
 And I tried not to cry.
 At least I tried. 

 It was going so well,
 This little battle of ours,
 Bodies remained standing even in the clouds of smoke. 

 So busy enjoying the success we became Napoleons,
 We let our guard down and suffered a crushing blow. 

 And it was times like these when a soldier questions their battles,
 He was placing ponder to his own. 

 He wanted to raise the white flag,
 Take execution if he had to.
 He wanted to surrender,
 And I couldn't blame him,
 But I couldn't let him be defeated either. 

 I told him:
 The battle is almost won.
 Yet, it is only a battle. 

 When it's won you receive nothing more than a few days peace before boots are only shined to be bloodstained again.

 For the wars of which every man fights is endless.
 There is no true victory to it,
 The smoke never clears until we lie defeated, 

 But we continue to fight. 

 Because these wars are not about victory or succession,
 Rather keeping our chins up and our eyes glaring proud even when you know you have no chance to leave the battlefield alive. 

 Not backing down,
 Not giving up,
 Not surrendering.

 We fight for our army,
 Our supporters,
 The people who won't let us surrender.

 We fight to see their smiles each day,
 And love them,
 And cherish them. 

 So I say once more the battle is almost won,
 And I shall polish my boots and bayonets,
 Only to tarnish with blood and dirt and gunpowder,
 To stand with chin raised and eyes glaring 

 In preparation to fight another day.

Three Step Poem

Draft 1

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound.
It is found, weighing us to the ground. 
No matter how high you try to fly you will fall.
No matter how short or tall, it is the same for all, you will fall. 
And the purpose for the course of this force is simple.
It may feel unjust to us, but without it wouldn't exist.
For there have been tries to touch the skies and did.
People that defied the ties to their shoes and flew.
But few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky, had died from a lack of oxygen. 
There is reason that what goes up must come down, no matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds. 
Without a sense of where to rest our feet, the flying wouldn't cease, and the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen.
As much as we hate to be put in our place, we own our thanks, to gravity. 


Revision: grammatical and word choice improved for better flow, sentences dropped, split up to make more lines and establish emphasis on certain lines, added another list piece


Draft 2

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound
And it is found
Weighing us to the ground 
No matter how high you try to fly you will fall
No matter how short or tall, if you walk, run or crawl
It is the same for all
You will fall
And the purpose for the course of this force is simple
It may feel unjust to us, but without it we wouldn't exist
For there have been tries to touch the skies and did
People that defied the ties to their shoes and flew
But the few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky
Died from a lack of oxygen
There is reason that what goes up must come down
No matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds
Without a sense of where to rest our feet, the flying wouldn't cease
And the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen
As much as we hate to be put in our place
We own our thanks, to gravity 


Revision: poem has been broken into stanzas of three and four lines with more lines added, more word choice fixes 

Final 

There is a force in our existence to which we are bound

And it is found

Weighing us to the ground 

No matter how high you try to fly you will fall

No matter how short or tall, if you walk, run or crawl

It is the same to all

You will fall

And the course of this force is simple

It may feel unjust to us

But without it 

We wouldn't exist

For there have been tries to touch the skies and did

People who defied the ties to their shoes and flew

But the few you got to touch the stars and taste the sky

Died from a lack of oxygen

There is a reason that 

What goes up 

Must come down

No matter how much it hurts to drop from the clouds

Without a sense of where to rest our feet

The flying wouldn't cease

And the brain would tire from the lack of oxygen

So as much as we hate to be put in our place

We own our thanks

To gravity