This week was all about similes as entrances to extended metaphors, specifically about life. Reading Langston Hughes’ “Mother to Son” inspired a conversation about struggle, growth, and change. These poets then used the extended metaphor of a river to map out their lives, with tributaries, mountains, whirlpools, drains, and the sun shining over their heads. This river inspired other metaphors, which then inspired these poems.
Ms. Ghoulson
“The PC” Poetry Club
“Water Park” after Langston Hughes
by Tai’Shaun A.
Well, son I’ll tell you: Life for
me ain’t been no
water fountain.
Sometimes you get the water you want.
Other times it might not even
turn on, but when you see that
little drop you still have hope.
The water could be warm.
or cold.
Mannn… The button might
not even work.
But you know what, try it
again ’till you get that water.
That little drop is all it takes.
“What life is like”
by Justin B.
Life is like a game with a lot of npcs and
unskippable cut scenes. But these npcs are bridges
that can break, stay the same, or crumble and a lot
of them crumble on you.
“Bike”
by Kendall W.
Life is just like a bike.
Pedaling through life trying not to fall
over is tough.
Training wheels off as you take a step
outside your house knowing someone isn’t
behind you to hold you up from falling.
Pedal too fast you might crash if you
have bad reaction time.
Pedal too slow you might fall over if
you have no balance.
“Life Is A Lasagna”
by Jeremiah S.
The oregano is easy to see but not what’s underneath.
The sauce can consume you ’cause it can be so thick.
If not cooked and prepared correctly the
Pasta can be harder than it could be unless
You like a little crunch.
The hamburger is unexpected; sometimes
It is pleasant, other times you can almost
Choke.
You’ll never know what’s in a lasagna
Until you dig in.
