Concrete Poetry A concrete or shape poem is

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Concrete Poetry A concrete or shape poem is a poem that forms a picture

Concrete Poetry A concrete or shape poem is a poem that forms a picture of the topic or follows the contours of a shape that is suggested by the topic.

This is a poem about planes… …in the shape of planes!

This is a poem about planes… …in the shape of planes!

Awesome, right? So here’s what you are going to write about: Choose O N

Awesome, right? So here’s what you are going to write about: Choose O N E -- But wait! That’s too easy! You also have to include ONE alliteration OR ONE personification. Something you love Something you hate Something you are afraid of. I would DRAW the picture of the CONCRETE OBJECT that you will be describing. Use a pencil so you can erase the outline. Then, write your poem inside the picture. Does it have to rhyme? No. Does rhyming make it cooler? Yes. How long does it have to be? Don’t care, but it has to fill your picture.

Anxiety by Kaylie Hayter It starts as nothing, a little paper-thin pull right under

Anxiety by Kaylie Hayter It starts as nothing, a little paper-thin pull right under the breast bone, too far in to itch. I try to breath it out of me, blow it away with the gusting of my forceful lungs, but it spirals. It grows, feeds off my air and turns it against me. Perpetuated by my effort, it plugs my throat and twists up to my eyes. My lungs are capped, screwed shut. There is not enough air in this room, building, block, town, state, country for me to gulp down. It turns into sublime weather raging inside my chest, ripping apart the town of safety and security I have built upon the surface of my diaphragm. My safe cars are thrown back, my calm roofs are torn up, my secure stairs are left dangling. Destruction coming from nothing. My funnel of fear is made of paper-thin worry and built-up breath. And even after the storm’s wake is swept up and buried away, a worried whisper of wind tugs at the paper-thin strings connecting each and every rib inside of me.