Friday, March 7, 2014

Upstae New York, Personified Poem

Upstate New York


Upstate New York
Farms for miles and miles
Cows, deer, horses, foxes, wolves,
skunks, possums, and so many trees.
Far different from your average big and busy city,
a town square, diners left and right.
Winter comes and stays for
eight months out of the year
Snow up to six and seven feet
Stays on the ground for weeks and weeks
just when you think that it'll melt completely
It snows again.
Hottest months of the year here is August
And even when that comes
The hot days only last for two to three weeks
Upstate New York
A place where everyone knows everyone
A place where even if you don't like someone
You'll still talk to them because that's
The right thing to do
Upstate New York

Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Fern Creek, KY

I explained the town that I'm from. It's a town in Louisville, KY and to me growing up here helped make lousiville a much smaller place than it really is. I tried to use adjectives to describe this person that represented the sense of community that Fern Creek had. 



He is not small but yet
He is not big at all
His heart goes out to many
Yet not many know about him
He carries a sense of community every where he goes
People from all around commute to him
For school
For sports
For friends
He was on the rise a few years past
People looked down upon him
Little respect
However he grew with support and determination
He works with everyone  tall short dark light from near from far
He doesn’t conform but accepts
He doesn’t judge but encourages
As he walks about he his greeted with smiles
For one may not recognize that he is him but they recognize where he is from
He has witnessed tragedy
Tragedy of those he knew very well
But with this he brings togetherness
He allows people to realize home is not a house
Home is a community
He is the light at the end of the day and
You don’t have to go far to find him
As he travels from place to place some make fun of him
He proves them wrong
He shows them what he’s really about not what is perceived
He is better known as the underdog but who doesn’t root for the underdog?
He has his enemies but they aren’t as hatred as most
Country yet suburban, hood yet classy
There is nothing he hasn’t been or hasn’t seen
People can make there own opinions
But at the end of the day he will continue to prove
That he can’t be stopped
And will produce results far better than his “upper classmen”
Born and raised in the same
Elementary school and high school the same
He branched out for middle school but came right back to where he belonged
He is belonging
He is comfort

And He is home

Springboro - Personified poem

Springboro
hometown girl
quiet, quaint, small
pretty simple, not much to her
claimed to be boring
but no one ever leaves
an Ohioan
buckeye lover
slow moving, takes her time
lives in the suburbs
cookie cutter house
works at the school, where everyone knows everyone
too small to keep secrets
has a simple view of the world, lives in a bubble
doesn't argue much, relaxed, laid back
interacts with the same people all the time
wishes for bigger things but,
never wants to leave.
happy with the relaxed life she lives
part of history, the Underground Railroad
helpful, part of the community
proud of her small town
comes alive in the fall, such a beautiful time
one track mind, not very adventurous- but still wishes
she can leave
stuck in between two larger cities
stuck in between wanting to stay, and wanting to get out
conflicted with oneself, sometimes fearful
proud to be a panther, but sometimes wants more

- The way I wrote this poem was I just thought of my hometown as a person. I also think it was helpful when I read the other poems posted on the prompt. I was trying to make it as person like as possible but still come across as a place.