Poety: A 'Verse' to Ponder

This poem was written in my English class. We have been working on poetry and I had to write a poem using 5 elements of poetry. It includes these: Onomatopoeia, end rhyme (lines ending in rhymes), exact rhyme (rhymes that are the same), euphoney (words that sound good together), and caucophony (words that clash). See if you can find them all. The blog doesn't show it, but it has indents and specific lines that I have set. Sorry. Every 7 lines is a stanza.

The Fallen

Clang! The clash of axe on sword

echoes 'round.

Death, blood, weeping wails encroach armistice.

Battler falls, cascading piecemeal to gore soaked

Mother Earth.

Shield-maidens come forth, to carry this man,

Valhalla bound.

Thwap! Bow and arrow sing into red men with

screams rolling 'round.

Pride, destruction, deah rattles evulse peace.

Warrior fails, sliding descreetly to carnage emcompassed

Mother Earth.

The Long Journey begins, the path through stars,

Afterworld Bound.

Pow! Gun shots and civilian teror

cry 'round.

Pain, anger, bellowed ukases bombard tranquility.

Soldier subsides, lowered down to shrapnel broken

Mother Earth.

A light begins to glow, St Peter waits at tunnel's end,

Heaven Bound.

This one was written as a sensory poem. It had to include the five senses. Recently, I was learning how to ride a motorcycle and my first day, the only day, and I drove my bike through a chain-link fence. I hurt my back and scared my parents half to death. My dad tells me that the bike was vertical on the vence before it gave way and I went through. But, here is the poem. And this one the stanza is every 4 lines.

The First Ride

There is a tunnel.

Long.

I see the end.

A chain-link fence.

"Clutch! Clutch!"

Mom screams to me.

Does not register.

Now, engine roars in my ears.

I feel the throttle.

It continues to move.

I can't let go.

The tunnel almost comes to and end.

In what sight I have,

Dad runs.

Vroom!! My engine bellows.

I want to stop!

The tunnel ends.

I know nothing.

Grass. Prickly under my fingers.

The green of Spring doesn't penetrate.

A moment only

Before the ain attacks!

All I know is pain.

A creature that tears at my back.

"Daddy!" I scream.

I shriek in agony.

"Daddy!"

Again, the call.

Seconds, decades, centureis, millenia.

How long i wait, I am unsure.

Only seconds have passed.

I can feel him over me.

"It hurts!"

That is all I can say.

His hand runs slowly up my back.

"Where?"

He makes my stand

And I can barely hold me.

She holds me now.

I want to collapse.

Dad picks it up.

The taste of gasoline on the air accosts me.

The front fender is scratched.

The view has unreal clairty.

The tunnel ended.

Grass. Pain. Shrieks.

For only moments,

That was the world I existed in.

Sorry...

I am sorry that I haven't posted recently. I know that I'm a slacker. If you want, you can hypothetically kick me in the butt if you want to.
Anyways, tonight I went to the boys' basketball game. It was home court playoffs. We are the number one in region and are now going to state on Thursday. The boys' team has had one loss in region, and one out of region. Tonight, we played Ben Lomond. I THINK it was 51-33. But I don't really remember. I can't remember scores. At all! I had a lot of fun tonight. Oh, I'm in the pep-band. I get to play and scream and have tons of fun with my friends. The only problem is that I don't really understand basketball. Never have. I understand that if a ball goes into the hoop it gets either 2 or 3 points, depending on where it was shot from, and travel, and the most obvious of fowls.
Girls are also region champs. They had one loss, in Delta, I think, by one point in over time. So, next week, the pep-band, both Spartan teams, and then the student council, are all going to states on Thursday. We don't come home until Saturday. I am so excited about that. I get to spend 3 days, 2 nights with my friends.
The hotel we are staying at has one of my favorite memories. When I was in 9th grade, I was on the high school track team. We had one over nighter. We stayed at theis hotel and it had a balcony over looking the lobby. That morning, after we got up, we were expecting to go to a BYU track meet, and then on to a qualifying meet fairly early in the morning. But, since it snowed that morning, and the rest of the day, we ended up waiting a bit. Until about 1:oo, in fact. Anyways, on the balcony, there was a couch. My friends and I had nothing to do, so we were sitting on the couch. There was Melony, Caleb, Tiffany, Anna, and Weston, and then I was on the arm. We just were sitting there, and people would come in and out of the lobby where we were. Then, because the couch was so squished, Weston got out and was sitting on top. All of a sudden, Colton comes running up, and jumps on top of everone, and THEN the throwing coach jumped on top of Colton!!! Hold the phone...I think that another person was on top of Colton and then Tom, the coach. Anyways, the girl in the main desk comes up and tells us to be quiet because they had already had several complaints about the noise, and if we didn't be quiet, she would call the coach. And Tom, one of the coaches, was on top of the pile. We all got off, and had a good laugh. Tom has only been out of high school about 8 years. I think. Maybe not even that long. He is the same age as one of my cousins. Anyways, that wasn't the first time that he passed as on of us. I think twice he ran in a relay with three other boys who ARE in high school. And the head coach knew about it too. It was pretty funny to see him run with the boys. But Tom isn't back this year. He was only a student teacher last year, and so an extra coach.
Right now, I am stressed like no other! I have a research paper due Monday, math homework I can't do, and community theater 2-3 times a week. And, we haven't done enough work on the play! It is in 3 weeks, and we haven't even touched the second act!!! I am really frustrated. The director doesnt' plan very well. We get to practice, and then wait...and wati...and then wait some more while she tries to figure out what we are doing. Makes me mad.
Right now,I am watching the finals for men's short track. Apollo better win! They're off! And Apollo third, second, last, fourth, third...Third. Arghh! He missed it. Sad. I wanted him to get it. Well, at least he has a record for the most Winter Olympics medals.
So, I love the Olympics. In the figure skating, I have come to realize that for me, it doesn't matter where they are from, just as long as they skate a good performance. I still want U.S. to win. But that's the only event like that. In all others, I am all for U.S. and none other. But I love they Olympics!!!
Well, that's all tonight. I'm getting tired.
Peace, Love, and Good Surfing.