We have read four examples of poetry on the topic of love. Now it's your turn! Your poem MUST cover the theme of love (either positive or negative). This can be about love for a person, pet, food, book...or anything else! It can have a humorous tone, serious, sad, angry or however you want the speaker to feel, but it MUST be clear to the reader!

Your figurative language MUST be highlighted! It should include all of the following:

A Title At least 10 lines

Theme of love

At Least 2 Metaphor/Simile - highlighted

Alliteration - highlighted

What do the words “briefer,” “too beautiful to stay,” and “sleep of death” in the last stanza of wylie’s prom suggest about nature’s bounty and a life of plenty and ease?

Which three parts of this passage from chapter 6 of emily brontë's wuthering heights show that hindley earnshaw did not care about the well-being of catherine and heathcliff after the death of mr. earnshaw? they both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages; the young master being entirely negligent how they behaved, and what they did, so they kept clear of him. he would not even have seen after their going to church on sundays, only joseph and the curate reprimanded his carelessness when they absented themselves; and that reminded him to order heathcliff a flogging, and catherine a fast from dinner or supper. but it was one of their chief amusements to run away to the moors in the morning and remain there all day, and the after punishment grew a mere thing to laugh at. the curate might set as many chapters as he for catherine to get by heart, and joseph might thrash heathcliff till his arm ached; they forgot everything the minute they were together again: at least the minute they had contrived some naughty plan of revenge; and many a time i’ve cried to myself to watch them growing more reckless daily, and i not daring to speak a syllable, for fear of losing the small power i still retained over the unfriended creatures. one sunday evening, it chanced that they were banished from the sitting-room, for making a noise, or a light offence of the kind; and when i went to call them to supper, i could discover them nowhere. we searched the house, above and below, and the yard and stables; they were invisible: and, at last, hindley in a passion told us to bolt the doors, and swore nobody should let them in that night. the household went to bed; and i, too, anxious to lie down, opened my lattice and put my head out to hearken, though it rained: determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition, should they return.

Some keep the sabbath in surplice - i just wear my wings - and instead of tolling the bell, for church, - our little sexton - sings