Help with a poem?

Question:I've been sitting trying to help my daughter write a poem... maybe one of you guys can help.. She has to write one about losing someone.. i.e. death, runaway etc.. She needs this for English class..
Thanks..

Best Answer - Chosen by Asker: I've been sitting trying to help my daughter write a poem... maybe one of you guys can help.. She has to write one about losing someone.. i.e. death, runaway etc.. She needs this for English class..
Thanks..

I doubt that it's possible for someone to help soeone else write a poem. I mean, I think it's possible to evaluate it, or at least criticize it from a literary standpoint, but as far as the actual formulation is concerned, I'd be inclined to say that has to come from the writer.

I also think that it's almost always a bad idea when students have to write poems for English classes. If it's as part of some sort of comprehensive creative writing program, that's one thing, but more often that not that's not it, and the teacher just uses the concept of a poem as a tool for teaching whatever it is that's on the menu (did I say menu? I meant lesson). Overall it's detrimental to the concept of poetry as an art form, and it's detrimental to the credibility of the education system (whatever little credibility it may have).

I'm sorry...I appear to have stepped up on my proverbial soapbox...anyway...bye

She has to write from her own experience.

Who or what has she lost? If she hasn't lost someone she will have to write about losing SOMETHING. Have her start there.

Here is an example. If you must you can use it but I would like that you didn't. Good luck

Runaway Child

I was a runaway child
My mom died when I was two
My dad was out of the picture
From that day on I was bounced from foster home to foster home
They didn't want me
I wasn't loved
So I ran away
Until I decided to go to a shelter when I turned to fourteen
I was tired of being alone
Then, I met this guy who was eighteen and working there
He and I got close
He decided to adopt me
I've lived in a safe home ever since
When I went off to college
He got sad but he understood
So, the day he died
I made sure he had a proper burial and
I cryed for days
I was a runaway child
Until someone took me in

oh man I have a whole record about this subject...cause im disturbed evidently...bah all of them are at home...

heres one steal whatever you want...take out the stuff about getting high though! its called san francisco and its about my wife leaving me.

on our backs watching the clouds
it smelled like lawn mowers
fresh cut grass and gasoline
not bothered by the crowds
today has been a blur
but I remember holding hands with my queen

we hid our stash beneath the trees
we drew a treasure map
x marks the spot we left our mark
this is freedom I agree
48 hours we'll snap back into reality

I loved you that day more than I ever thought I could

9 miles an hour holding on
glossy eyes, effortless smiles
we cant go wrong
nothing to do tonight
catch a movie
or dance under the street lights

tonight I miss you
impossible to think I could
after all we've been through
we've shared a sordid past
bright greens and yellows
mostly midnight blue

I love you that day
more than I ever thought I could
and I realized I always would

these days since you've left my side, have been so long, so tearful, and so empty. this pain in my soul is tearing my weak spirit apart. you were my everything, you filled my life with so much joy and pain, but for most of all, so much experience. what am i to do without your presence? how am i to go about living my meaningless life without you here to refill this void that has reappeared in my heart before the glorious day that our eyes met, and we kissed such a memorable kiss of passion.
-GABBY