AbstractNounPoem
Definition
Abstract –
adj. thought of apart from
realities, specific objects, or
actual instances; difficult to
understand
Definition
Abstract Noun –
A noun you cannot see, taste,
hear, touch, or taste; ideas
i.e.
Love
Justice
Freedom
Peace
i.e.
Abstract art
Abstract thought
Abstract noun
Abstract nouns are interesting things. They are not seen the same way through everyone’s
eyes…they must be experienced! “Justice” to you might be very different than “justice” to the
person sitting next to you. You are going to create a poem showing us what a certain abstract
noun is like in your eyes.
Your job…
1. Make a list of SIX abstract nouns below:
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2. Choose one abstract noun to write about. Choose the one you feel most connected to,
the one you have the most experience with, the one you can best describe in a poem. Be
creative!
3. Write an ABSTRACT NOUN POEM! How does this noun make you feel? What does it remind you
of? What does your noun look like? What color is it? What does it sound like? You will use
examples of each poetic device we cover this week in your poem.
4. Create a piece of ABSTRACT ART that best represents your abstract noun—you can draw it,
paint it, or use your graphic design skills. Once your art work is finished, you will place your art
and your poem side-by-side on a sheet of extra long construction paper.
5. PRESENT your masterpiece to the class! Let your voice be heard, and let your classmates
hear, see, and feel exactly what your abstract noun means to you.
You will be graded on….
Completion
Creativity
Voice
Full page write up without scratches and cross-outs, and
picture turned in on time.
This is ABSTRACT art, so it comes from your heart. It’s not about
whether or not you draw stick people, but what those stick
people mean to you.
I want to hear your voice in your writing. Make this noun
personal to you. I should get a glimpse into your life, or better
yet, your soul.
Anger
Anger is blood red and messy,
It coats the walls,
It drips on the floor,
It’s the mess that creates more messes.
The grains of sand between your toes that never
completely wash off.
Anger is when my family forgot my birthday,
or when my dad threw my fresh ice cream cone out the car
window,
Anger watching the hair fall out of my 25 year old
cousin’s head,
Watching her body wither,
And her optimism die as the toxin of chemo pump through
her veins.
I hold the anger in,
Until it rises up and bubbles in my throat,
It pops and crackles as it moves to my eyes.
I see the red rage rising,
I feel the mess shake and tear me.
It spews from my mouth as I scream at my brother once
again,
who didn’t really do anything wrong.
Why is It the innocent bystanders who are hurt the most,
By the power of anger’s grip?