Thursday, October 13, 2011

My Poem

As I run down the frozen path the snow crunches like little bones. I breath in and breath out. The air gashes my lungs. The breeze is burning my cheeks. I stop as soon I see a deserted house. It is getting cloudy and the house is dark and desolate. My heart is pounding so fast it feels like thunder in my chest. 

4 comments:

  1. Hey Cesar!
    My name is Hillary Parmer, and I am an EDM310 student at the University of South Alabama. Your poem is fantastic! You are very poetic and creative. I think this poem deserves a better title than just "My poem". You should give it something a bit more creative and descriptive of what the poem is about! Great job Cesar!

    Hillary Parmer

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  2. Cesar your poem is very creative. I like how you said " As I run down the frozen path the snow crunches like little bones" it seems like a very dreadful sayings and it goes with the rest of the mood in your poem. Great good keep it up.

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  3. Hello Cesar! I like all your scary words you use. It sets the moods. Where you just taking a nice jog then all of a sudden you came to a deserted cabin?

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  4. cesar i like your poem it was really good but i think it needs a better title too,but it was great.

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