Where I’m From Poem
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Where I’m From
I am from colors,
From chocolate and champions.
I am from the instruments in my hand
From shiny smooth gold,
to hard-rock wood.
I am from spoonfuls of sugar
Dashes of spice
Which I remember the taste
As a sprinkle of everything nice.
I am from the music I create,
To say the words I cannot express
I’m from the dreadful put-downs
And the grateful put-ups
From the friends I know, to the family I love.
I’m from the teachers who educate
With the peers I learn
And the folks who slow me on my journey to success.
I’m from the cards in my hands,
That seems like memories ago.
I am from wonders all over the world,
Places I cherish with my heart.
From the ridiculous allergies I faced,
To the needle I saw.
And the troubles I challenged, that keep me up all night.
In my closet is a box,
Of loving memories that will never be forgotten,
Trickling of albums that hold long lost memories,
Of faces that bring sadness,
That only makes me stronger
And individuals whose humor brought laughter and joy.
I am from those moments-
That were snapped to be remembered,
I am from the vast world I traveled,
Only to came back right where I started.
I am from Richmond, the city of pride
where the people talk about
their dreams that have long ago died.
I am unaffected by the plague,
that ravaged my people.
The lust, drugs, and sex that
turned the good into evil.
I am happy for the happy and sad for the sad,
I got friends who never had no dad.
Looking back at the great things in
life that I once had,
I guess its safe to say I was a good guy that just went bad.
I am also from Albany, the small little town
where the kids smoke
to get a smile from a frown.
Unaware of how easy they got it
but they probably ain’t never thought bout it
of the ones hustlin and strugglin for an education;
the dropouts that can’t spell good but know multiplication.
Will the ones in poverty be forsaken?
Or am I just talking and am mistaken?
I’m from Vans and Adidas,
Spaghetti and fajitas.
Italian restaraunts, carne asada and tortillas.
Mexican in blood, light-skinned in complexion,
the only one in my family without straight black hair
or fluent in Spanish, I am the exception.
There is plenty more to say but that is for another time,
because I can’t think of another rhyme.
I am who I am.
Mike,
What a great poem! Thanks for sharing with all of us. Keep writing and sharing.
Coey
“I am from Where I am from”
I am from the red brick apartments
That tried to keep me in,
I am from the busy streets that don’t ever sleep,
I am from my beautiful mother that
Protects me and loves me more each day,
I am from the music that influences my being,
I am from the rice that never ends at my place,
I am from my friends that influence my mood,
I am from the youth group that is always there for me,
I am from the interesting love/vampire stories I read,
I am from my crazy cousins who mean so much to me,
I am from school where I am determined to be an individual,
I am from the left side when everyone chooses to be on the right,
I am from mistakes that I’ve made that make me stronger,
I am from the randomness and the laughter,
I am from freckle juice and beautiful smiles,
I am from the one who died on the cross for me,
I am from the job that is steady as can be,
I am from the house that is as cute as a button,
I am from the husband that loves me,
I am from the kids that are silly,
I am from the happiness I seek in life,
I am from where I am from.
Analysis: In writing this poem I just mainly thought about the things that have happened in my life that have made me into who I am today. I love who I am and who I am going to be. This poem is only a sneak peak into who I am going to be in life. We all seek to be happy, and I do to just like everyone else, But my happiness is different to everyone else.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3663615/I_Am_Where_I_Am_From
I am from the cricket in the streets
I am from picking mangos from other people’s farm
I am my grand-parents house on the edge of the village
From where I can see the farms as far as the eye can see
I am from G.D.R. K-12 School
I am from going to the bazar on the weekends
With large crowds, loud noises, and People
I am from the place I was born at
And where I hope to return to
I am from Vevo music videos
I am from Family #2
I am from Cassandra, Jasmine, Mai sheng, Michelle, Neng, and Victor <3
And me
I am from Justin Bieber
I am from Inception
I am me
I am from my awesome peeps at my apartments
I am from Upward Bound
I am from a big house and a nice car
I am from my wife, who I love
I am from my job
I am from my children
I am from my friends
I am still from Family #2
I am from a happy place called my HOME
I am From
I am from 47th avenue and Stockton Blvd.
Where I lived most of my life
I am from the father
Who died of stroke when I was 8
When I was too stupid to understand
Life doesn’t last forever
I am from the chicken coops
Which my grandpa cared for everyday
I am from the happiness of a child
Who was optimistic and oblivious to the word sadness
I am from what’s left of that child
Drowned into society
And realizing the world is not a fun place
I am from the HW every night
Down with 50 % effort
I am loneliness
Expressed through the oddness
Of my daily humor
I am a fake
What? Scratch that
I am from the hope of the last generation
To make a better future
I am from those past mistakes, fear, doubt, and accomplishment
Which had create me today
I am Chong Moua (‘ , ‘)
I wrote my poem based upon what I was thinking at the time I was writing it. That’s the reason there isn’t much diction but simple words. i also added to the ending while posting it up (^_^). My poem basically says that I’ve changed a lot since the beginning and now toward the end I’m beginning to develop myself into that (third stanza)
i like this poem chong its also sad to but its great though love it =)
“I am from”
I am from all the attention of my parents.
I am from the hide and go seek games
I am from the park in my neighborhood.
From going to the creek and spending time with the family
I am from long and tiring days of chasing my dog around
From living in that little blue house in the ghetto neighborhood.
I am from a world where I don’t belong
From a place where ignorance and arrogance lives
I am from misunderstandings to calling each other names for no apparent reason
I am from long days of school to lectures of my parents because they had a rough day at work
From fake laughs to gallons of tears
I am from a house not a home.
I am from tolerating the corrupted mind of beings
I am from mean comments of the day to keeping all the hurt feelings inside.
From rude people who can’t seem to keep their thoughts to themselves
I am from a complicated life and family
From long hours of blasting music in my ears
I am from my bedroom.
I am from a big house in the bay area.
From long hours of work to watching the sun set over the horizon
I am from walking on the beautiful beach with my wonderful husband
From meeting mature and kind people
I am from hours of peace and happiness.
I am from love
From a place where I know I belong
I AM FROM HOME.
What inspire my to write this is dreamin a dream, mostly i thought of my past/ future and i thought i will keep dreamin of more dreams
Its fun to let ur mind wander into space and still keeping bare to reality as well.
“Where I am From”
Title
I only Dream
Ignorance
Hopefully I can grow
Because I am from a torrent of deprivement
Lost, unaware, and blind with a smile
There, where I am from, I am failing at beginning taught
Any truth, any wrong, to every fact, to every lie
I am from this barren white snow
Alone, wandering, and looking
Thoughts of time that drought me
For I am from curiosity
An underdeveloped being only growing so he can think
And thinks so he grows
I am from a Digital component
Streaming for Advancement to live in
A virtual world. Where we may dream of being in
I am from deep stone, slate
Where innerness and may a single being developed
To be stranded in solitude
I am from no where
I just wonder, dwindling in decisions of what to do next
I am from a shadow of an Aging tree and its leaf
May the Bright sunlight shine and keep strong
I see my leaf, my twin falling and laying on the ground
And at Northern-light I see sunset
I am from the white, concrete walls
Of Earl Warren Elementary, from the
Giant glass windows that allowed light
To flood the rooms like ideas flooded
My mind, I am from the bullies
Whose ignorance seeded my rage
From the friends I left behind
When I was shipped out
I am from the cold interior
Of a white, tiled, house,
I am from the parents hollering
At each other relentlessly
I am from the brothers
Who took care of each other
No matter what happened
I am from the inescapable
Fate of growing up
I am from the stainless steel
Lab, in some underground laboratory
From the frustration of going
Back to the drawing board on countless
Occasions, from the long nights
Spent finalizing experiment results
I am from the friends forcing
Me out to keep me sane
I am from them, and only them
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3649984/Where_Im_from
I AM FROM….
I am from a small family of 5
Who does nothing more then the ordinary
I am from playing in the hot sun with my friends
Until I fell to the ground of laughter
I am from trips to Mexico during school breaks
Spending time with my cousins who I missed afterwards
I am from a school which seemed so large the first day
But now small close to the last
I am from a quiet home where I spend my days
Talking to my mother and doing nothing more
I am from long talks on the phone
Which last past midnight
I am from complicated thoughts of life
Thoughts that trouble me when I lay at night
I am from beauty school where I learn to be great
Great at what I love doing the most
I am from the sounds of the water in San Francisco
Relaxing next to the bay on weekends
I am from the city of Guadalajara
Retracing my roots, reuniting the family that once fell apart
I am from a peaceful life
With the one I love the most
ANALYSIS:
In my poem “I am from”, I wrote my words from memories of my past and visions of my future. I don’t believe I followed the guidelines because I did more of an “improv” on this poem. I didn’t think of what to write beforehand. The speaker’s diction establishes the poem’s tone as calm yet hopeful of what is to be done in the future.
WORDLE LINK:
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3650000/life_
Where I’m From
I am from stories my
Grand parents have
told me. From laughter
and sadness. I am from
happiness and carefree.
from running around and
Staying up late. I am from
the long car rides home.
I am from rice, which I
cannot live without.
I am from moments that
are kept safe in a frame.
I am from where I have
been and where I am. I
am from the decisions
I have made, from the
hardest to the easiest. I
Am from home, filled
aith love and joy. I am
From advices and
perseverance. From
“I BELIEVE IN YOU”
And “IT’S OKAY, THERE
IS ALWAYS A NEXT TIME”
I am from dreams that
are stuck at the back
of my head but cannot
recall. I am from a long
history of hardships. From
accepting and forgiving
but never forget. I am from
making dreams come true.
I am written in gold for the
world to remember. I am a
book, itself, a beautiful
journey.
-The process I took to writing my poem was just to reflect about my past and my present and how I would want to be remembered as in the future or after I die.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3650003/mindy
I am from the black top
Skateboards and bikes
I am from the backyard
Covered by vegetation and adventure
I am from San Jose
Climbing trees
Running with friends
I am from the city of trees
Walking home down empty streets
I am from the moments of hard work
Going to school
Sleeping as long as possible
I’m from far away from here
New faces, friends, and experiences
I am from the city my own house and career
Independence from the past
I wrote my poem based on my memories and goals. I selected the words I used because I tried to use the simplest words possible. As well as how well they could describe me. I didn’t use comparisons.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3649958/OvC
The part of where you said “Covered by vegetation and adventure” makes me think of a forest? Is that what it is?
Where I’m From?
I am from the cowboys, the cowgirls, the farm, the grass
I am from the tree grows behind my backyard ripen with delicious fruit
I am from the bulls, the fight, the race where our family can see every weekend as if I can recall the moment
I am from the place call home
I am from the rebellion, racism from Martin Luther King, and Rosa Parks
From the place where criticism comes and leave
From the place where things have changed
I am from the hole on the wall within imagination and hope
I am from Poseidon, water waves and lively creatures
From the waist to toe filled with scale roaming free as I wished over the Atlantic Ocean
Where no worries matters
And where freedom appears
I am from the earth’s core-
Where lively plants and creatures live
Wake up before the sunrise,
And realized I am home
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3649910/Where_I_AM
like the ending. why? idk
Where I’m From
I am from the city of trees.
I am from a tree whose
Height was magnificently tall.
I was raised in a rousy house.
Full of boys and girls.
In fact, 3 boys and 6 girls.
The walls of which we slept in,
Only 3 of them.
I am from pencils and papers.
Working hard all day.
The lead painting on paper.
I am from the court.
Playing five on five,
Dribbling, passing, and shooting.
Executing, poise, and amazing.
I am from the small pebbles,
That which makes up the sand.
I am from the vast clear blue, rocking ocean.
Living happily in my house,
With my family.
I developed the past part of this poem by thinking real hard back in my childhood. I had to think about the image of my house inside and out. On the inside, I grew up with 3 brothers and 6 sisters and our house only had three bedrooms. On the outside, my front yard had a tree and it was amazingly tall.
I developed the present part of this poem by just thinking what I do everyday or on a usual day. I go to school everyday and if the outside of the weather is good, I’ll play five on five basketball with my friends.
I developed the future part of this poem by thinking how do I want live my life in the future. And this part came extremely easy to me. However, at the same time, I also had to think about the images I had to place in this part of the poem.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643574/Title
I like your second stanza, for shizzle (:
fosho
I Like your poem, I like the past of how you have a BIG family, (:
& I like your future, Niceeee.
ur awesome!!
the city of trees all about sac baby
Where I’m From
I am from secrets,
From wonderlands and Fantasy worlds.
I am from the powers the magics,
That creates peace through all nations.
I am from a legendary world,
As the most aggressive and unstoppable,
Man ever appeared and ever lived.
I’m from the melodies and sound waves,
From magical flutes and unimaginable instruments.
I’m from the heroes and heroines,
From novels and animes.
I’m from illusions and nightmares,
From human weaknesses.
I’m from the schools and mansions,
From the education I gained.
The way I build up my world,
I’m drifted across dimension,
Like phoenix,
Moving freely without rules implying.
I love it!
thanx….
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643573/where_im_from_scramble
hais kuu
I definitely loved your poem. I like the rythm that it has. I’m not sure it’s the correct one but I loved it. I don’t have any words to describe it… that’s how good it is.
Ouuwee, this is a great poem Neng. Reminds me of the movie “Thor”, keep it up.
interesting use o words. like science fiction-ish. likee
Where I am from.
I am from the arms of my father,
from the time I used to be happy and the place where I felt the safest.
I am from the kisses given both of my parents.
(You know, the overly smother wet messy ones.)
I am from the devastated tragedy that took
place on November 20, 1997 that scarred me for life,
leading to the discovery of me being real and the only thing left of my father’s memory.
I’m from the lies and neglect,
from the life changing mistakes and regret.
I’m from the tears and pain I put upon myself,
from the bumpy road to my success.
I’m from the love of my friends that keep me sane today with their moral support
and the multiple chances I’ve been given by God.
I’m from the grand chocolate cake on my wedding day,
millions of feet high, big enough to feed all of California.
Above me a roof to provide shelter for my
beautiful son and supporting husband.
From the ashes of my loved ones I’ve lost to
long years of aging.
I am from those memories that’ll always keep me sane,
that I’ve become grateful for.
For my “Where I’m from” poem, I developed it by using my past, present, and future. I included meaningful memories and the hardship I go through now because I felt as if it’s important to show the real me. Making this poem wasn’t hard for me at all because I really needed to express myself, and what’s an even better way than expressing myself in this poem. You may ask me why I placed my father’s death in the first stanza, well it’s because his death and what became of after has effected me today and will as well in the future. The speaker’s diction establishes the poem tone of grieving and gratefulness.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643555/Jasmine
awww…my dad passed waway too….so i guess we feel the same….
Nice. A great way of expressing yourself out. 😀 *air high five!*
Eat rice? So asian! Haha. Jk. I can picture you sitting on a swing hanging down from a tree and eating ice cream. Nice image.
Racist.
I am from
I am from that playground
in my elementary school in Jalisco, Mexico
free and full of laughter
where I met my first friend
love came to me and friendship too
I am from the soccer ball
simple, hard and pretty fun
I am from the soccer field
at Luther Burbank high school
tiring and enjoyable
I am from mint chocolate chip ice cream
that I eat with friends
sweet and fulfilling
I am from my grandma’s house
fun and full of food
I am from my own house
I place in Sacramento
from what I like to do
when I like to do it
I am from my dream completed
have fun with friends
and a responsible independence
with the job I want to have
When I wrote this poem I was just thinking of what my life has been. I still remember my friend from my childhood and that’s one of the best things that happened in my childhood because she was there for me when I needed someone. In my present I thought about what I love to do and its good for me. For my future I know I want to have independence and have my own house and have fun with friends and in my job.
I love this poem it is beautiful
I am from a penny
From a ground to a wallet
I am dirty, rusty
I am worthless
You drop me , Look
And then walk away
People looked at me
And judged me
Because I appear to be nothing back then
I am from a dime
I changed
From a ground to a wallet
I am silver, but still rusty
I am still worthless
You loose me
But you don’t care
People looked at me
And judged me
Because I still appear to be nothing back then
I am from a dollar
I am new
From wallet to cash register
I am a luxurious green,
I am Worth every thing
You save me
And keep me safe in my pocket
People look at me
And they are jealous
Because I am beautiful
I developed this poem by being inspired by money. Money is a item the whole world wants, but its hard to find for some people rather then others. I started with the penny because truthfully everyone thinks a penny is just there, has no worth and it if got lost they wouldn’t care. Then I took the next step to a dime because It was worth a few more cents people usually get that back after buying a candy bar, so I have meaning now. But then I transformed to a dollar, I became beautiful because I stopped carrying what others things. I am me.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643535/Beautiful_Penny
I LOVE the transition! And you’re not worthless and you’re always beautiful 🙂
I love it<3
I am from a swing that hangs
Under a big oak tree
Where the soil is soft and the grass is green
Where mama use to always read to me
While eating Popsicle ice cream
I am from a small comfortable warm feeling house
Where my families unite everyday
To eat rice
I am from a dorm of UC Santa Cruz
Where I will finally meet my goal of life
And I’ll be eating cake for a celebration of my successful degree
As I tell the story of my past to my children
Analysis: when I was writing this poem I think of what I like to do best as a child which is to just go sit at the swing in my back yard under a big oak tree. Then I think about of what I do now the most important thing for me when I and my family just sit together at the diner table and just simply eat rice with a side dish which is really Asian of course. Finally then I think of my future where I want to go and what I want and want to do in my life.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643506/iam
Wow, it looks like you have an awesome future!! But it’s really descriptive and memorable 🙂
oooo uc sabta cruz that dream is going to come true one day nad love the rice part =)
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643491/skittles
Where I’m from
Where I’m from do you really want to know?
If you don’t its ok, but ill still tell you.
I am from the ghettos of the street that exists me.
I am from the dreams that I think about when I sleep.
You don’t know what I mean because it’s where I am from.
Ill tell you another thing.
Where I am its none that matters.
But it’s what I am trying to say, what I am trying to say is.
Don’t let where you’re from to stop you to become what you want.
I am from the fantasies of anime that makes me who I am.
I am from the unknown that can’t express myself to other that cares.
I am from the heartless that makes me a different character from others.
What I’m saying is don’t let your place stop you from what you want to say about the world your from.
So where I am from it don’t matter, but it’s what I do that matters from where I am from.
In my poem the words that I chose was the ones that I could make the readers think. For example I’m from the land of dreaming. This would make the reader think that, what does he dream about? Or what does he mean by dreaming in his land? My process for coming up with these words is that I think of everything that I like, and put into this poem. Or it’s something that I could express my feelings with. Last is the things that happened in my life that I thought of.
Wow it’s really inspirational and powerful 🙂 Nice work!
thanks for good comment daughter
lol funny well nice poem though hehe good job
Were Iam From
I am fron Ninos Park,
where children laugh, shout and
exude joy. Where the elderly walk, hold and observe scenery.
where at night no one dares to go. . .
NO children, no elderly, no laughter,
Still night.
I am from Luther Burbank High School,
Where tired students roam the halls in the mornings.
where the teachers give compassionate, encouraging words
and lend an understanding ear. Wherethe halls sare monitored.
I am from Garden of Eden,
where God gives only happiness.
where no pain or hunger exists.
Where Love rules over all and
smiles go on and on in abundace.
i wrote this poem while thinking about my early childhod growing up and del paso hieghts and how ever though people view the projects as a negative place out of evry bad theres a good there was bad people but most people where good and everybody cared about eachother because we shared a common struggle. i love where i am from and me placing Luther burbank and my thoughts of the afterlife shows where i plan on going .
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3650599/wherejackieisfrom
Where I’m From
I am from loving families,
I am from the soft teddy bears, set on my bed,
I’m from the comfort and protectiveness of my parents,
I’m from the playfulness,
The fights and arguments (with my younger sister)
I’m from the stress,
Especially from school and family,
I’m from the loads of work,
I’m from people of talent and ambition,
I’m from the freedom and dreams and hopes,
For a bright future,
I’m from the pressure and love of families,
I’m from Princeton University,
I’m from a large mansion,
From luxury,
I’m from Hershey’s chocolate,
And chocolate cookies,
I’m from the love of a child,
And a husband
The process I used for writing my past was trying to remember my memories of my childhood. For my present, I tried to think about what I’m going through or been through. For my future, I wrote about what I’ve always wanted my future to look like. The speaker’s diction establishes the poem’s tone as memorable.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643442/Untitled
aww i know im a loving parent that protects you hehe… but its a good poem though love it =)
Princeton huh? You go girl! I know you can do it! Hopefully you get what your heart desire.
I am from my mother’s arms,
The warm, soft, and cozy arms embracing my whole body.
I am from the young naive mind I have.
Simple and plain like a white sheet of paper.
I am from the world of fantasy that evolves around me.
I am from the love and happiness my family gives me.
A room filled with laughter and smiles is where I am from.
Now, I am from reality.
From a wake up call for me to realize my position in life.
I am from the truths that are revealed.
I am from Mike’s, Mary’s, and my whole family support.
I am from my self motivation,
From “step up my game”
I am from my own decision.
I am from myself.
I am from the loud cries of babies.
I am from spanking the babies’ butts and cutting their umbilical cord.
I am from the beginning moment of life.
I am from respect and honor.
I walk down my pathway with my head up and proud.
I am from my hopes and dreams.
I am from where I expected to be.
I developed my poem with the thoughts and desire I feel inside, the ideas that my mind urge me to write down. I also tried to use the Venn diagram to help me develop my thoughts but, I couldn’t and didn’t know what I should write. My poem wasn’t written right away, this took me a while. My thoughts and feelings couldn’t be express right away. It was complicated and stressful to think and express how I felt. I chose the words that popped up in my mind when I thought of the subject. I didn’t use words that were hard and complicated to understand within the first glance. I wanted the reader to feel and understand what I wanted right away. I believe that certain words can be strong depending on how the readers read and see it, so I can’t say I use strong and sophisticated words. The speaker’s diction establishes the poem tone as determined and a sense of reality check.
Michelle’s wordle image
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643408/Words_Poem
It’s descriptive! I really like it! And the last paragraph made me laugh 🙂
i like the ending & how its so positive . and FUNNY . 🙂
Where I am From by Jacqueline Ward
smh!
FTW! bwhahaha!
shoo!
wonderful poem jackie ! smh !
Who Really Am I?
I am from friends,
from Xee and Tee.
Friends who are so nice,
to always be there for me.
I am from the small playground,
in the small school.
I am from the fun moments
with my friends,
the happy times
that I miss so much.
I am from sadness
of my family.
I am from dad,
selfish, only caring
for himself, and weird,
always wondering whit I do.
I am from mom,
curious being with worries.
I am from the happy dreams,
the dreams of my friends
coming back to me,
to be reunited,
to be happy once again.
I am from the big house,
from the love
and happiness
of being reunited
with my friends.
I am from the meaning
to live my life,
instead of trying
to die.
I LoVE IT! Good Job.
Analysis:
Before writing my where I’m from poem, I picked 3 places that came to mind. In each of the three places, I chose words to describe the feelings and events that occurred or will occur in these places. I used both sad and happy words.
The way I chose my words was by happy feelings or events. I chose words by happy feelings for the past and future but words but words from sad feelings for the present.
The speaker’s diction establishes the poems’ tone as a happy, reminiscing tone and a sad, regretful tone.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3643492/Who_Really_Am_I
joseph this is a good poem how you used many great words that made you think back to the past and futurethis is a great poem you shoulkd become poem writer =)
this poem is great Joseph. i can definitely relate to it.
This is a wonderful poem , i like how you thought about your friends in the past present and future .
I am from a big red blanket,
from fruits and vegtables
I am from a garden house.
(Aroma smelling like the great rose)
I am from the the passion fruit tree,
the Fijian emblem
whose sweetness I remember
as if it were my own aroma.
I’m from chocolate bars and Pringles
from David and Lisa.
I’m from the made-fun-of and the “wise-guy”,
from down the drain and up the insane.
I’m from “Life’s simple, you make choices and you don’t look back”.
and “Who you choose to be around you lets you know who you are”.
I’m from “Cliford the Big Red Dog” and Bill Coby,
curry and hot tea.
From the hand I used to hold when my aunty was around
the arms my brother used to pick me up.
In my closet was a treasure chest
spilling old pictures,
a sift of lost faces
to drift beneath my dreams.
I am from those moments-
where family was one-
and there was the sun.
i am from nature
from woods, rivers, and mountains.
i am from can foods down
in the basement with a fireplace.
i am from the i am sorry,
the pressure and blames
i am from a time with desperate hopes
but it was too late
i am from yeah whatever and i guess so…
from fed up issues and complaints
i am from okay i’ll change to growing up faster than i thought
from bottled up feelings and avoiding the hards
i am from come on stand up and dont give up
but havent made it so far from where i start
i am from a mother
who finally shed a happy tear
i am from a smile
forever planted in my soul
from exploring my dreams and learning more
as a routing my my world
i am from wisdom teaching my youngs
so they’ll have a better life as i watch them grow old
and under my pillow will always be
nothing but a memo of my family and me
by:chai vang:)
“Where I’m From Poem”
I am from Pine Manor Apartments
From Apartment 89
I am from my dad and mom:
Responsible, funny, and caring.
I am from my brothers
Who were born when I was 2
And when I was 5
I am from enchiladas and lasagnas
Which I enjoy very much.
I am from meeting my best friend
But then moving away.
I am from Circle Parkway
From a house next to Florin Creek Park.
I am from birthday parties
When cousins, uncles, aunts come over
And spend weekends with us.
I am from meetings in the garage-
Organized, not 1 object out of place-
While my aunt plays guitar
And everyone sings along.
I am from alfajor, a Mexican candy
Which I love- only a skinny layer pink-
Then white all throughout.
I am from my family, united, together
In every situation.
I am from a pediatrician
Helping little kids recover their health
And watching them grow up.
I am from a land where there is peace ,
Where one moment exists without war
Where there are no soldiers and innocent people dying.
I am from buried treasures
Where my past lies.
I am from the whole world
Because we’re all the same.
I am from no injustices
I am from equality.
For this poem, I tried to use the guidelines for the “Where I’m from” poem. But I only did that for the first stanza. The other stanzas didn’t come out as much like the guidelines, I just went with what came to mind. The words I chose had to do with the rhythm I had in my mind as I was writing it. And in the last stanza, the part where I write “where there is peace…” up to the last line on the first page, I based it on what’s happening now. The speaker’s diction establishes the poem ‘s tone as happy in the beginning and hopeful towards the end.
Wordle link:
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642889/quotes
Sylvia,
How did you create your Wordle image? It looks more refined than some of the others I have viewed. I like it! It tells me about you!
Coey
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3676787/Wher_I%27m_From
I kind of did it wrong… so this is my wordle created with my poem
Where I’m From:
I am from the Ocean,
The bottom of the deep lone sea,
I am darkness from within the ocean,
Confuse, lost, like sharks,
I am the rebirth of Loneliness, Pain and Love,
I am from the depth of Devil’s Angels,
I am with my Soul, Life, and Tradition,
I am from ROTC,
From big rooms to louds ones,
From the Pain and Shame,
I’m from Alecka and Ashley,
The two Soul that brings Life to my Soul,
They are the Verse to my Song,
I am From Mai’s Heart,
Peaceful, Calmness, and Sympathy,
From Her Tears to Mines,
The Confessions she gives to my Goodbyes,
The Mains and Generation, there for Protection,
Spilling Goodbyes, Waterfalls of Tears,
I am Lost Within Her,
Snapped Before my Tears shed,
The Mains, Generations, and Mai’s smiles,
The tree has grew Branches as I Confess,
And Shed my Tears for her
From the Pain and Joy of Love for Her
I am From Mai
Analysis
My process for writing this poem, I decided to go blindfolded. I did this blindfolded by closing my eyes and sitting down jotting my ideas. I looked over my own emotions and feelings, trying to figure out if I want to really express my feelings for her. I wrote my “Where I’m from” poem about her because it was a great way to see myself in the present form. The words I chose were chosen based on my feelings and emotions about her. The speaker diction establishes the poem’s tone as pure with calmness mixed with sadness and loneliness.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642849/Where_I%27m_From_Poem_IB_ENG_10TH
poor pactrick nice poem though
awww i like patrick sad but sweet and emotional aww =)
I am from a quiet independent
neighborhood where it feels like segregation
We fells nervous every time we walk outside our homes
It feels like hatred in the neighborhood
It feels like every family is up for themselves
The only that got our backs are the members of my family
One day, I walked home with friends, older kids came
Up to us, I looked around seen only myself and older kids
That time I felt lonely and had nobody by my side
Later that day I received a broken arm, I walked home sadly
Feeling nobody knows me, as tears slowly falling out of my
Eyes down to my cheeks feeling like drowning in water
Feeling hopeless
I am from a place where I found more
That would have my back
I am from a place where I feel like I’m
Part of a group like wolf pack
I am from a place where knowing that group
Will always have my back no matter what.
I am from a place where I met a certain someone
That I can lend my heart to, both the expression
And literally lend my heart to
I am from a place where us two chill together
Feeling complete like one
Realizing there is hope
I am from vroom!vroom!vroom!
The sound of cars coming at high speed
Sounding like zoom!zoom!zoom!
Like street racers
I am from a place where I have someone that would
Support me on my dreams
I am from a place where that someone
Could come to my arms when feeling scared
I am from a place where I will always
Support her on her dreams
I am from a place realizing her dream is me
I am from a place both thinking its unbelievable
I am from a place where I say the 4 words that would bring us together for life
I am from a place both thinking we need
Each other to feel complete
I am from a place where both of us are
Realizing…Our Dreams Have Come True
The process to write my “where I’m from” poem is that when I talked about the past and present, I talked about how I felt and the truth which made it easier to write. For the future stanza, I just talked about how my heart would feel in the future. For most part, I repeat the words I am from to help me build ideas to put in. the speaker’s diction establishes the poem’s tone as sort of a calm,friendship,love feeling tone.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642853/Where_im_From_poem_IB_ENG
Jason,
I see you have developed your dreams, and see you using onomatopoeia with the Vroom vroom and zoom zoom.
You have mad poet skillz!
Coey
The simile “Eyes down to my cheeks feeling like drowning in water” gives a great image of how much you cried.
hahahaha… what a sweet poem i like it =)
Where I’m From
I am from the Ocean,
The bottom of the deep lone sea,
I am darkness from within the ocean,
Confuse, lost, like sharks,
I am the rebirth of Loneliness, Pain and Love,
I am from the depth of Devil’s Angels,
I am with my Soul, Life, and Tradition,
I am from ROTC,
From big rooms to louds ones,
From the Pain and Shame,
I’m from Alecka and Ashley,
The two Soul that brings Life to my Soul,
They are the Verse to my Song,
I am From Mai’s Heart,
Peaceful, Calmness, and Sympathy,
From Her Tears to Mines,
The Confessions she gives to my Goodbyes,
The Mains and Generation, there for Protection,
Spilling Goodbyes, Waterfalls of Tears,
I am Lost Within Her,
Snapped Before my Tears shed,
The Mains, Generations, and Mai’s smiles,
The tree has grew Branches as I Confess,
And Shed my Tears for her
From the Pain and Joy of Love for Her
I am From Mai
Analysis
My process for writing this poem, I decided to go blindfolded. I did this blindfolded by closing my eyes and sitting down jotting my ideas. I looked over my own emotions and feelings, trying to figure out if I want to really express my feelings for her. I wrote my “Where I’m from” poem about her because it was a great way to see myself in the present form. The words I chose were chosen based on my feelings and emotions about her. The speaker diction establishes the poem’s tone as pure with calmness mixed with sadness and loneliness.
Patrick,
The combinging of identities, Mai and you, is uniquely beautiful. I see your last line “I am from Mai” and it reminds me of the biblical allusion of Adam and Eve.
Coey
Oh my gosh… this is so cute and deep. Man Patrick you can do a lot with words, meaning that you can be deep (an example is this poem). This is an amazing and great poem.
i can tell this came from the heart,
this is SO beautiful .
Where I’m From
I am from the clustered home,
From a family of ten
Where the greens are scarce,
But a relaxed life and worry-free
Where I grew up and learn my ways
I am from heads in books,
Where I think with my pencil
And learn from papers
I am from the glimpse of reaching other galaxies
Where there may lay other intelligent creatures out there
I am from the skyscrapers
Where I have chores that are done by metal men,
Flying cars and holograms
Where no one walked and no one ran
That’s where I am from.
In the first stanza of my poem, I tried to remember how my childhood was like. In my childhood, I remember that my family was poor and that is the main theme of the first stanza. The second stanza is based on my present life or the near future. It is about my life at school and scientists wandering around our galaxy. My last stanza was based on my prediction of the future where there are skyscrapers and flying cars. The stanzas represent the past, present, and then future.
Wordle Link:
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642855/WIF_BB
Bee,
Great futuristic image of “metal men,
Flying cars and holograms”!
Coey
My Origin
By Ying Vang
I am from the from artistic paper,
Engraved with my family’s history.
I am from the thunderous music,
Hushing my mind to sleep.
Warm cozy blankets with a soapy fragrance.
I am from the ancient treasures,
Photographs of my great ancestors.
I am from the glistening emerald grass.
Rosy and blush flowers scattered everywhere.
I am from cars buzzing around,
Like bees trying to find nectar.
I am from wild cats,
Roaming silently in the night.
I am from the memories that play over and over,
In old blurry pictures that portrays a story.
I am from Sacramento,
The mighty home of the Sacramento Kings.
Happy days I spent at the park,
Which I finely write in my heart.
I am from “Do your best!”
And “Never give up!”
Words that express sincere and gratitude.
I am from spicy papaya salad,
Burning inside my mouth like firecrackers.
Sweet buttery buns and minty herbal drinks make my stomach growl.
I am from the long history of Hmong.
The sound of a flute playing out a legend,
To be known and heard around the world.
I am from the seeds of parents.
Tender love and caress they give me.
I am proudly from General Vang Pao,
Who saved many Hmong people from danger and gave them hope.
My wise and courageous ancestors who had long gone,
They are how I come from Hmong.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642749/My_Origin
-The Process of writing this poem was worth the time. For me to be able to really write this poem out I had to really open my mind and brainstorm out my thoughts. I decided to choose the words that will be able to create an image into the readers head. The tone that I, as the speaker decided to let it be known in this poem is the tone of self-confident and gratitude.
Ying,
Great imagery and figurative language; I love this line “I am from spicy papaya salad,
Burning inside my mouth like firecrackers.”
Coey
I enjoyed reading your poem because i can relate to the things you’re saying. i liked the part where you mentioned never give up and always do your best.. growing up with those things were always the rules we had to live by..but mistakes are what makes us better. sometimes its good to let loose you know ? (: anyways, great poem <3
I love your poem Ying,
It’s very descriptive and it makes me think about your history and what it really means to be Hmong (;
Po-low!
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642782/Untitled
-Where am I from?
-I came from the same place you came from.
-I came from my mother.
-It should not matter where I am from, but where I will go.
-It does not matter but I will tell.
-I am from a small eroded pueblo in Duango, Mexico.
-I am from the pueblo Los Bagres.
-I may have been born here, in the crowded place called Sacramento but my heart was born there, in the open range and flowing rivers.
-I’m from my grandpa giving us “carne seca”.
-I’m from almost drowning four times and still loving to swim.
-I’m from a small white room with colorful paintings and posters on the wall.
-I’m from traveling to the ocean and the mountains and anywhere away from home.
-I am from eating chorizo in the mornings
-I am from coming home muddy from practices but knowing I’ve gained confidence.
-I will be from a house with a beautiful view that will inspire me to create more paintings everyday.
-I will be from watching the sun set on the horizon of the ocean.
-I will be from eating “carne asada” to “camarones”.
– This is where I am from and what I want to become.
-Where are you from? And where will you go?
Cythnthia,
Your poems contains various cultural references, which I enjoy very much. Also, I like the way you engage the reader in dialogue; it seems to convey a tone of confidence.
Coey
I love how you describe your way of living. it is full of nature and it is something not a lot poeple live like now a days. it seems like it is a very important poem because you went back to your roots. amazing 🙂
WHERE I AM FROM
I am from that little cute house on Broadway
From the basement that was my special place.
I am from my tiny backyard
Where I planted my first lemon tree.
I am from the place where I saw my dog got taken away.
I am from where the birds
Are scare of me, just as I’m scared of them.
I am from where everyone doesn’t know what love is.
I ended up in the right place.
Let’s move on…..
I am from where Cupid’s not a baby with diapers
But from where your Cupid is your only immortal living vampire.
I am from when the best lies are told with fingers crossed.
I am from where swings are fun,
And help you find a way to carry on again
The process I used was looking back to not my happiest times or saddest times. But the things that meant to me at that age. Not what it is important to me right now. It takes you back, by giving you a sense of me and thinks of the stages in your life, that you have lived. Explaining my future means I will set myself free and live by my own rules.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642785/Untitled
I Like your poem, how it tells me more about yourself. I like how you compared the things you compared with. Interesting Poem, I Like mucho, (:
I’m loving that vampire cupid =D heehee
Viri,
What do the colors of your Wordle image symbolize?
Coey
Now that I think about it they symblize how unhappy I am with my present. It is not the way I would like it to be. And I say this because the colors I chose aren’t even my favorite colors.
I love your poem. “I am from the place where I saw my dog taken away”, that line seems so sad, especially because I know how that feels. And I like how you transitioned from the second stanza to the last. Anywhos, I love your poem, it’s great:)
I love your poem Vidi!
I like your imagery its very vivid(:
Thanks Vidi.
i LOVE your poem vidy ! & im scared of birds too -_____- seriously .
lol i love the part about the birds because i can relate lol we are some scary ol’ hoodrats SHHMUMHAAA!
I Am From This
By: Mai Sheng Vang
I am from the jump ropes and hop scotch
Of this small elementary school across from house
In this somewhat peaceful neighborhood
With wide streets and chirping birds
I am from the laughters after every TAG you’re IT Games
From knowing nothing but only FUN FUN FUN
I am from the crowded faces of Luther Burbank High School
From being in long lunch lines that stretches like the sea
From eating in the same classroom everyday
With the same clique High School have selected me in
From knowing no one other than my own classmates
I am from the cries of Happy and Sad moments
From getting the best job yet to failing to succeed
I am from the drops of sweat
From thinking and working to my limits in the cold offices
I am from the screams of stress of perfection
From thinking only of WORK, WORK, WORK
–Analysis; How I chose where I was far was from what stood out to me. I remember playing my Favorite Game at Recess in Elementary School. I also know that right now I’m stuck between my friends from Middle school and my friend in Class who helps me stand out. & For the future, I know that I will be working to my limits to be perfect.
http://www.wordle.net/show/wrdl/3642742/I_am_From_This
Mai Sheng! I like how your childhood started out fun and later in the future you describe it to be quite stressful and miserable.
i agree!!!!
Mai Sheng,
When you write about “cold offices” are you thinking about becoming a state worker downtown?
Coey
Not really of a State Worker, maybe those famous inventors working with Computers. (:
i like the beginning but in the end, it made me wonder if you have given up on having a great future. why do you think of only a negative future?
Ooh, because right now is stressful enough. & All I know is that in the future there will be more work, more work than right now. Nice Question btw, (:
I like how you describe a child’s life being all fun and careless.
then as you grow up the fun begins to fade and the only thing that matters is working hard to succeed, but what happened about being happy.
Love your poem!
haha. this is cute.
mai sheng i love your peom especailly the part about elementary school because alot of people dont relize how much it actually means to them and how they will cherish the memories they mske there .