In this Imitation Poetry assignment, I studied series of poems by annotating them and trying to imitate the formation and style the original poem was written in. Four poems I imitated is mostly about my personal life experiences and own perspectives to my life. The last poem was the two-voice but we did it in three as we have three group members.

If I Were In Charge of the World

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Poem: If I was A Parent

If I was a parent,
I would not ignore my child,
their problems,
their happiness and their feelings.

If I was a parent,
they’d be happy everyday,
without having to feel pain,
to have a guardian with them.

If I was a parent,
I wouldn’t be ignorant,
I wouldn’t be stubborn,
I would be open-minded,
caring and sympathetic.

If I was a parent,
there’d be no crying over the weekends,
no sad secrets,
all of our memories would be happy,
and a man who cries,
who fights,
will be the man,
who will protect them.

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Where I’m From

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Poem: I’m From Taiwan

I’m from Taiwan,
a small city called Kaohsiung,
a small house in the apartment,
lying upon the bed that holds my memories.

I’m from a family,
to which doesn’t seem like one,
to two families,
to which one is warm and the other is cold.

I’m from a phone,
of which I explore the world,
East to West,
North to South,
top or down,
to the left or right.

I’m from a special friend,
in which hold my thoughts,
some secrets and memories.

I’m from that sidewalk,
I occasionally go out to step on.
From my desk to my waterbottle,
of all, I used equally to one another.

Of a tree,
that stands tall.
A tree we once climbed,
we once cherished,
now without a trace,
destroyed by a machine.
I’m from a tree,
of which my memories hold,
within the tree branches,
before it snapped off,
and cut off.

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Ode to Family Photographs

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Poem: Ode to Olympic Trip

This is the stadium, and this is my seat.
This is the ticket, and this is more of my seat.

The anchorman was never talking right.

This is a wallpaper of the Taiwanese athlete who made history,
and this is me with a doughnut in my mouth.

This is the medic group with a wheelchair,
and this is Ronaldo with a broken ankle.

This is LeBron with a wheelchair,
and a timeout for the Argentinian team.

This is Messi in the interview room,
this is Neymar that scored the fastest goal in Olympic history,
this is my cousin cheering for the opponents,
with a face of a blank brain.

The anchorman was shocked when the weight dropped,
behind the scenes: it was a funny shot,
the cameraman who took this was lit.

Sick

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Poem: I Can’t Walk Today

“I can’t walk today,”
said the captain.
I have the herpes and hurties,
no, noooo, ow!
My mouth is dry, my hand is sore,
I’m gonna die by tonight.
My legs are like jelly from the 19th century,
18 acres of hives,
wait, make it 19.
Maybe I look fine,
No, I look pale.
My back is scarred, my legs are limping,
it might be hypothyroidism.
My neck hurts when I rotate it.
my throat hurt when I talk,
my eyes hurt when I blink,
I can’t breathe my nose is stuff,
I can’t hear my ears are filled.
“Still have the tournament if you can’t walk!”
said the coach.
Wait you said the tournament is canceled?
Really?
Huh ok, see ya guys.
I’m going home.

Lunchrooms

Annotation:

Three-voice poem – Jonathan, Jayden, Brian Lin