Poetry is a form of expression portrayed through art. This is proven by many, many, many different poems. Every poem you read is art. The beautiful piece of art I’ve chosen is “The Tyger” by William Blake. One big question this poem raises is if I as a person can look at myself as highly as Blake looks at this […]

Poetry is a form of expression portrayed through art. This is proven many, many, many different poems. Every poem you read is art. The beautiful piece of art I’ve chosen is “The Tyger” by William Blake. One big question this poem raises is if I as a person can look at myself as highly as Blake looks at this Tyger. […]

Two questions that this poem raises for me are: Do I look at myself as bright as this Tyger? Does this Tyger have any flaws? The question I want to go in depth with is: Do I look at myself the same way Blake looks at this Tyger? The poem does not necessarily answer this question, but it does give […]

The way that Blake starts the poem with the last line of the first stanza with, “Could frame thy fearful symmetry? “, leaves us with a sign of confusion since we lack knowledge of what the Tyger is to become. The comment clearly establishes a basic understanding of how Blake leaves us in the beginning of the poem with a […]

My name is Joshua. I’m 14 years old. I was born in 2004. I grew up in East Harlem with my father, mother and 2 brothers. At age 10 I moved to the L.E.S with my mom and brothers. I play basketball and play video games occasionally.  A turning point in my life was in 7th grade when everybody seemed […]

I remember when saying my name meant something When a teacher would say my name and i’d jump with excitement I remember when that meant something I remember when i meant something I remember when waking up to goto school didn’t take emotional support That i’d have to give myself to get off my ass To be with kids who’d […]

I am from where sponges define how your hair looks for the day I am from where controllers and wires are your source of entertainment I am from where one room can look completely clean and smell like roses And the next looks like a landfill that smells like complete ass I am from where chicken and mac and cheese […]

I wish i could i could take the time Back to rewind back The day my cousin asked my Grams where his mom At i want my aunt Back and my dad too they killed My brothers and sisters That was sad too i cut a Couple homies off shit i Had to changed on me for the Money look […]