Free Verse Poem with Rhyming Scheme

Free Verse Poem with Rhyming Scheme

Fall One by one, leaves twist and twirl in the air while tree branches start to show. Leaves delicately depart as they go, leaving all the limbs bare. The burning orange and red in the trees and yellow as rich as gold, contrasts with the bitter cold that finds its way in the breeze.    Nighttime creeps into daylight  well before I can even finish my work leaving the world cold and dark on another fall night. 

Questions For Boyer (HW #8)

Questions For Boyer (HW #8)

The first topic for debate that Boyer brings up when it comes to general vs. career-focused education is that the career-focused majors are too new and tradition should be valued over these new majors. Boyer goes on to make the point that, “Overlooked in such debates was the fact that most disciplines that now have status within the academy-modern languages, laboratory sciences, for example-were themselves once considered too novel for the academy to embrace.” Here he is saying that the…

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Free Poem

Free Poem

I thought you’d want to know that today I went to sit at my new favorite place, a waterfall off a trail surrounded by trees. I sat alone, but I think you’d like it there. It’s quiet and just down the road. It reminds me of that bridge we’d walk to, except that was back when snow covered the ground, and the air was so cold, it made walking such a chore. Now the snow is gone and we’re both…

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HW #7

HW #7

Academic Goal: One of my academic goals for this year is to start exploring more courses and majors that have to do with environmental science. While I initially thought I wouldn’t be too interested in science courses going into college, I decided to take intro to environmental issues, partly because it is a requirement to take an environmental course in the core curriculum, and partly because I feel as though it’s a topic that is important to be informed on…

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Letter Poem

Letter Poem

Dear stranger, Isn’t it weird that we can finally walk past each other and aren’t at home behind a screen?  A screen that strains our eyes, the only feature of our faces we know.  I want to say hello, but it’s so hard to do when we are six feet apart and I haven’t been able to even talk to my friends. Conversation seems so unfamiliar.  Isn’t it weird that we feel so out of place  in a world we’ve…

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Ken Bain, “Curiosity and Endless Education”

Ken Bain, “Curiosity and Endless Education”

Section one, introduction: The first passage that really stood out to me was, “… and ‘liberal arts’ sounds to them like something you pursue if you don’t have a real major” (Bain, 2012). When I read that, it immediately reminded me of a conversation I had with a friend a few years ago. She was graduating and told me she was pursuing a liberal arts education, which basically means she was undecided. This shows how people really do have these…

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Living in a Metaphor Poem

Living in a Metaphor Poem

On a Hike I feel the rocks shifting  under my feet as I step up the incline and past the trees.  I can just barely see the ledge that leads right to the top. But I blink my eyes and as I look around, it’s like no progress has been made.  I’m no more near the top than I was a decade ago. Dark and heavy clouds  roll into the sky and rain pours down melting the path of footprints…

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Poem #3

Poem #3

Run Away Almost taken from her home, taken from her mom, and tears rush down her face as she stands at her best friend’s door.  They lock hands. They take off running. The happiest place on earth just an arms length away. Yet the nightmare of reality stands behind in their dust. A final gasp for freedom,  and just then,  the film ends.  No explanation of happens, could’ve been a pure figment of imagination. But I choose to believe  that…

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