Mimetic Poems - Student Examples

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Bohemia
Generation X
By Dorothy Parker
By Hannah _____
Authors and actors and artists and such
Goths and punks, those so sad they bleed
Never know nothing, and never know
black
much.
Have skewed little views, perspective they
Sculptors and singers and those of their
lack.
kidney
Geeks and nerds and others with brains,
Tell their affairs from Seattle to Sydney.
In class when they’re right, are such
Playwrights and poets and such horses’
massive
necks
pains;
Start off from anywhere, end up at sex.
Drama freaks, people espousing devotion
Diarists, critics, and similar roe
Have too much time, and too much
Never say nothing, and never say no.
emotion;
People Who Do Things exceed my
Cheerleaders and Pep Quad with all their
endurance;
Perkiset
God, for a man that solicits insurance!
Are considered by many society’s great
wrecks.
The people I see make me desire to riot.
Oh, for the teenager who knows to be
quiet.
Homage to My Hips
By Lucille Clifton Homage to My Feet

these hips are big hips
they need space to
By Emily _____
move around in.
they don’t fit into little these feet are strong feet
petty places, these hips they like to be bare
are free hips. they love walking and running
they don’t like to be held back. in the grass.
these hips have never been enslaved, these feet are brown feet
they go where they want to go tan from the sun,
they do what they want to do. not to be trapped.
these hips are mighty hips. they like to wear slippers
these hips are magic hips. or what you call flip-flops.
i have known them these feet are sly feet
to put a spell on a man and they could juggle a ball
spin him like a top! or bend one around a wall;
they could cross from the fifty
and volley into the back of the net.
i have known them
to spin around a goalie and
sleep her like a yo-yo!
White rice steaming, almost done. Sweet
green
peas
Fried in onions. Shrimp braised in sesame
Oil and garlic. And my own loneliness.
Dream Variations What more could I, a young man, want?
By Langston Hughes
To fling my arms wide
Summer Reverie
In some place of the sun, By Jon _______
To whirl and to dance
Till the white day is done. To swim in swift water
Then rest at cool evening On a warm summer day,
Beneath a tall tree To dive and to spin
While night comes on gently, Pray my mind does not stray.
Dark like me – Then lay by the riverside
That is my dream! Watching the sky,
The clouds shifting sleepily
To fling my arms wide Strange like me –
In the face of the sun, That is my dream!
Dance! Whirl! Whirl!
Till the quick day is done. To swim in swift water
Rest at pale evening… As I seize the sweet day,
A tall, slim tree… Spin! Dive! Dive!
Night coming tenderly Pray my thoughts do not stray.
Black like me. Rest on the sandy shore,
A mossy gray rock…
Clouds shifting lazily
Strange like me.
Eating Alone
By Li-Young Lee
I’ve pulled the last of the year’s young onions Breakfast of Champions
The garden is bare now. The ground is cold, By Brooks _____
Brown and old. What is left of the day flames
In the maples at the corner of my I’ve gone out and grabbed the newspaper
Eye I turn, a cardinal vanishes. The sidewalk’s wet; the sky’s still dark
By the cellar door, I wash the onions, Outside the window. The heater rumbles
Then drink from the icy metal spigot. And waterfalls of warmth pour up
From the vent I sit on.
Once, years back, I walked beside my father By the kitchen nook, I hold bowl and spoon
Among the windfall pears. I can’t recall Reading things like Doonesbury and The Edge.
Our words. We may have strolled in silence.
But It was fourth grade when I started rising early
I still see him bend that way—left hand braced (before 7:00 am). I can remember
On knee, creaky—to lift and hold to my how unnatural it felt; the empty downstairs.
Eye a rotten pear. In it, a hornet No one at the table or around the corner.
Spun crazily, glazed in slow, glistening juice. A new vista, this dimly-lit solitude.
In my bowl, alongside the cereal, an ant
It was my father I saw this morning Is swimming. Independence.
Waving to me from the trees. I almost
Called to him, until I came close enough For some time my brother did the same,
To see the shovel, leaning where I had Rising right after me. We squabbled
Left it, in the flickering, deep green shade. Over heat vent primacy, newspaper sections,
And who had more Frosted Flakes
(A Delicacy). Now, he sleeps in.
Milk and crunching Cheerios knock-offs
With raspberries afloat. Gas heat.
The solitude of the morning.
What more could I, a young man, want?

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