English Journal: Poetry and Creative Writing Assignment

This English Journal assignment presents a collection of poems and creative writing pieces by a student. The assignment includes four distinct writing prompts. The first prompt challenges the student to write a poem based on the sounds around them, using a violent or kind word as the title depending on the nature of the sounds. The second prompt focuses on a favorite letter of the alphabet, requiring the student to use that letter as frequently as possible. The third poem is inspired by a recent conversation, starting with a line from that conversation and developing the poem from there. The final poem incorporates specific words: "bamboozled", "bloodlust", and "bibliography", with the title incorporating either "contradiction", "constellation", or "cranberry". The poems explore themes of silence, love, and more.

Running Head: ENGLISH JOURNAL
ENGLISH JOURNAL
Name of the Student
Name of the University
Author Note

1ENGLISH JOURNAL
 Close your eyes and listen to the sounds around you. If the sounds
are peaceful, write a poem with a violent word as the title. If the
sounds are loud, write a poem with a kind word as the title.
HAMMERING
A heavy silence settles around me,
With soft pages turning during intermission,
An occasional cough,
Giggle,
Goodbye,
Wafting out of lips,
Above chins dripping with the thirst of knowledge.
They say that the library is like rebirth,
They tell you forget everything when you enter,
Truth,
I know,
Partial truth,
I know that too,
The silence and the enormity of it all,
Takes time to settle within.

2ENGLISH JOURNAL
Unlearn to learn because,
One teaches God while the other teach freedom,
No God in our way,
We are the ultimate decision makers on this planet.
Another teaches biology,
The heart beating against all odds,
The one that pumps spirit through our brains,
Lub-Dub,
If hear hard enough,
You’ll know that it waltz with the clocks,
Ticking away in this hall.
Shakespeare adds,
That it is not all cold biology,
This heart beats like wedding drums,
Professing Love,
Lub-Dub,
Love takes birth within ventricles.
The clock still ticks on,
Or maybe not for love,
For it is forever?

3ENGLISH JOURNAL
The boy flips through The Bell Jar,
The girl whispers,
It’s her favorite story.
Maybe in two months,
He’ll be her new favorite story.
Silence!
A soft whistling scream,
Escapes the lips of the librarian.
The cat eyed buxom spectacle,
My favorite shelf of wonder.
The library I’d like to know.
I shake my head and look away,
To laugher,
Erupting somewhere in the hallway,
Into Silence!
Books within,
Respect the alter of knowledge,
Or die a fool,
Or die a fool anyway,
No matter how much you know,

4ENGLISH JOURNAL
It will never be enough,
For others,
For the fancy librarian either.
We are all doomed to nothingness,
While we are wasted away,
As we marvel and drink the sounds around,
To forget the hammering silence!
Within.
 Write a poem to your favorite letter of the alphabet. Use that letter as
often as you can.
To A
To A.
To a favorite letter,
To an arrogant winner,
A beginner,
A sinner,
Filled with Avarice.

5ENGLISH JOURNAL
Anxious about finishing last,
Anxious about never being enough,
Anxious to win it all,
Never lose and fall,
To keep it tall.
As A,
As a pioneer,
In every sphere,
The teacher’s dear.
The A,
Concepts crystal clear,
A red smear,
Like good blood,
On a soldier’s hands.
Appraisals are like cakewalks.
Aerodynamics is your second name.
Amplification is when you talk,

6ENGLISH JOURNAL
Affirmative is your only game.
To A,
The ultimate Artist,
The perfect Agency,
The unfaltering Agenda,
The leader’s Anthem.
Arise.
Awake.
And stop not.
 Write a poem that begins with the last thing you can remember
someone saying to you today or yesterday. See if you can use that line
two or three times.
MAYBE TOMMOROW
Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll rise again.

7ENGLISH JOURNAL
For I’m too tired,
To climb out of this shell,
Like a crustacean on the ocean bed,
Leaving for a hunt.
Maybe tomorrow,
The submarine will rise to the surface,
Because it is tired of swimming with the sharks,
And making friends with starfishes,
Because in the vastness of the ocean,
It’s easier to hide.
Maybe tomorrow,
The land will feel like,
The Garden of Eden,
And not like the embers of the fire,
That never dies in hell.
It will soothe the ends of our limbs,
Tired of walking towards nothingness.

8ENGLISH JOURNAL
Maybe tomorrow,
The sun will rise again,
For my life to blossom,
Like spring in Yokohama.
I’ll drop the curtains,
I will wash the exhaustion from my hair,
I’ll take a dip in the warm tub,
And run again.
Maybe tomorrow,
Like you said yesterday against,
The purple dusk,
While we sipped coffee on a table,
At a roadside café,
And you told me goodbye,
Knowing that we don’t,
Make sense anymore.
Maybe tomorrow,
We will make sense,

9ENGLISH JOURNAL
Like lines that intersect each other,
Instead of parallel ones that never meet or greet.
Maybe tomorrow,
We will make sense,
Not like stars in a morning sky,
But like galaxies lighting up my night time.
Maybe tomorrow,
I’ll stumble across,
A shadow of you,
Leaning against cars parked in garages,
Like the first time I met you,
And we will start right back at some tomorrow,
We left behind in the start.
And the tomorrows that follow,
Will be different like the ones we had.
Maybe tomorrow,
Things will look brighter,
Like tomorrows are supposed to be.

10ENGLISH JOURNAL
 Write a poem that includes these words: bamboozled, bloodlust,
bibliography. Have the title include one of these words:
contradiction, constellation, cranberry.
CRANBERRY CARNIVORE
The world runs on bloodlust,
Like cranberries,
For creatures,
That pick them off trees.
The world runs on bloodlust.
Like cranberries,
Chopped and sliced within gelatos,
At malls,
Before Queues.
Red right hands,
Make Gods out of men who loot and plunder.
Make dogs out of men,

11ENGLISH JOURNAL
Who are perpetually good?
Bloodlust,
Is a like weapon forged and wielded,
To win the cruelest and harshest wars.
Bloodlust,
Makes trophies out of bodies,
And garlands out of bleeding scars.
Bloodlust,
The extra tang of cranberries,
On greedy tongues,
It makes the impossible,
Possible.
And all that was lost,
Is now Won.