Poetry Slam.....

1. a historical account or biography written from personal knowledge.

2. an autobiography or written account of one's memory of certain events or people.

What is a Memoir?

Did you hear the world singing joyfully on the way to school this morning?UHHHH NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

On paper, make a list of six or more things you observed or heard today.

• Chad’s hug• My blender whirling and

buzzing.• The soft fuzz of the Bear• The Bear meowing for

tuna fish• The blinding lights in the

kitchen• Spinach, bluberry, banana

shake

Write a poem that describes your morningMeow…

Bear is begging for tuna

Tearing her claws against the door

Demanding canned fish

Fumbling around in the kitchen

Bright light blinding my half open eyes

Feed the Bear

I fill the blender

Spinach leaves

Blueberries

Bananas

Soy milk

Whirl, buzz, slurp down the green concoction

Shower

Dress

Meow…

Pet the Bear

On the way out the doorChad wraps me uplike a present in his armsA fur ball paws at our legsPet the BearHer soft, fuzzy, chubby bellyMakes me smileI am readyTo face the day

WE ALL HAVE A STORY

Whether it be a family story, an event that has happened to a family member, a friend or us.

• the time the student ran the bases the wrong way

• cutting your little sister’s hair

• the emotions of losing a loved one

• a family death

MAKE YOUR VOICE HEARD!!!

What is your Story?

Examples of memoir poems from real teens just like you!!

My RealityBy Jamie Lee C., keaau, HIEmail me when Jamie L. contributes work

Connecting my life to the reality somehow. or should i say, observing and relating and changing. as i sit here, i ponder all of my memories, i see the people around me and the personalities of people. it hits me after viewing immaturity,selfishness,no hearted people, that i am one of these people. i demanded a change in my life immediately. i observe and observe and think to myself, "how can i change this?" i cant just stop hanging out with my friends, i cant just change my reputation in a blink of an eye. my personality is changing, i can feel it.

i know that i have the urge to get something new and exiting in my life. some say i am growing up and maturing, maybe so, but all i know is that a big change is going to occur. feeling the dwelling inside my spirit, the tears roll down my clueless and worried face. "am i overreacting" i ask myself, am i going through a phase, the kind that feels so new to you, you don`t know how to react. crying with the thoughts in my head, simply clueless but moving along. this is my life, this is My reality.

Homework: Write a narrative style poem

• Write about a memory in your life or just write about your life!