Rebecca PierceProfessor EngbersENGL 23013 December 2013Creative PortfolioAuthor StatementsFree Verse PoetryFree verse is a type of poetry in which poetry that has no metrical patterns, rhyme schemes is defined or rhythm consistent pattern or any other type of pattern applied. There isn't even a specific length that has to be. One would tend to see free verse poetry as if it were someone speaking. By having a poem in free verse, it allows the reader to better understand what the poem is about. The various structures that a poem can take can sometimes take away and distract from the meaning and intention of the poem. There are not many images in this poem because images would take away the meaning of the poem. As an author, it is important to use figurative language to create sentences that show, not tell. Within this poem there is an attempt to capture and convey meaning through the emotion presented in the sentences. There was a hope that it would also leave a strong impression on the reader. While the poem reflects many aspects of free verse poetry, it is not the best thing that could have been done. More metaphors and similes could have been used to better create the sentences. Also, even though there was an attempt to make it sound like spoken words, there still seems to be a rhythmic flavor to it. A lot of changes were made to the poem with the help of peer reviews to try and remove that rhythmic aspect it had, but with all these changes it didn't seem to go away. Sonnet Sonnets are yet another form of poetry that is out there. . A sonnet usually consists of fourteen lines and has iambic pentameter. There are many different rhyme schemes in which these...... middle of paper ......this too. “Come here, buddy, we're going on an adventure!” Excited, she ran after me. It was like he could really understand me. I took one last look at my hiding place before closing the door, because wherever I was going or headed, I definitely wasn't coming back. Even though I spent most of my time down there afraid of dying, it was the only safe place I could go and I will miss that place. It had been my home for so long, and it was probably where I would have spent the rest of my short life if I hadn't felt this sense of unease. I sighed deeply and began to close the door. “Calm down, buddy,” I murmured as he barked at something. He had a tendency to bark at objects and things that never actually existed, so I didn't think twice about it. But when I turned around, I caught my gaze on something, or better yet, someone.