Rate My Poem

Colleges and Universities A-Z Princeton University
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<p>Rate these poems on a scale from 1 to 10 please. I sent them with my Princeton application. Enjoy!</p>

<p>The Tiger</p>

<p>He walks boldly across the jungle front,
Epitomizing those creatures gallant.
Determination and will drive his hunt;
He speaks those words that are so eloquent.
Orange and black preclude his obscurity;
Dignity has Mother Nature bestowed.
She speaks words that extol him boastfully.
His distinction she will never corrode.
His eyes tell a tale of dream and vision;
They carry his past like a gentle stream.
Through these windows one sees his ambition,
His strength, his gift, his monolithic dream.
I too wish to walk the manicured mall,
To answer the beckon of Nassau Hall.</p>

<p>The Summer Spent</p>

<p>In two poems I will tell my summer spent;
Iambic pentameter I will use
To guide you through the exciting ascent;
To postpone this flight I wish you not choose.
College admissions can be very tough,
For many students are above the plain;
This poetry will help you though the rough,
For I know this passage is not mundane.
Fasten your seat belt for the ride is here;
I am glad that you took the time to read!
Through my summer spent I will try to steer;
Into my vacation's past I will lead.
I'm grateful for this opportunity;
I hope these poems show my ability.</p>

<p>Stomp! went my feet as they hit the pavement;
Every stride got me closer to my goal.
For Soccer was how this summer was spent,
Not my will had any obstruction stole.
To defend was my ultimate pursuit,
Agility and speed is what I gained.
To claim this gem I had to be astute;
Structure and balance is what I maintained.
The vacation's end was on the threshold;
The soccer field became my wanted stage.
From my perseverance my skills did mold,
Extricated from the once guarded cage.
I achieved my goal with flying colors,
Faster and more agile than many others.</p>

<p>Last summer to Nashville I did travel,
To visit my mom in cheerful embrace.
Those years of absence we did unravel,
To remember her once forgotten face.
To places we went as the bond reformed;
At her home were childhood thoughts set free,
Inciting a smile as my soul warmed,
With my mother I desired to be.
The time seemed short as it came to an end;
From my mom's embrace I had to depart.
Emotions ran high was they always tend
To when one loses a part of one's heart.
I now conclude for my summers are done;
I hope the next flight will be just as fun!</p>

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<p>rating poetry on a numeric scale reminds me of the graphical analysis of poems in dead poets society...</p>

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<p>William Blake has nothing to worry about.</p>

<p>It is more sincere than good.</p>

<p>I hope the adcom recieved it in the spirit it was offered.</p>

<p>I offer this somewhat less than affirming evaluation because I know the admission process is over for the students. Nothing I write can effect your interview performance. It is past. Nothing remains but the waiting.</p>

<p>Poetry from your peer group: 7.8
All poetry; 4.1</p>

<p>Good luck to you.</p>

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<p>Well, I agree with BigG. It was more sincere than really good. It seemed like you cared more about the rhyming than the message, and poetry is supposed to be more than just rhymes. But it was definitely good compared to your peers, just not really extraordinary.</p>

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<p>I understand, I wrote them in Shakespearean form. I am not really a poet, I was just trying something new. I wrote these in one sitting, lol.</p>

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<p>I'm not saying you're Emily Dickinson, but I wouldn't be able to write poems like that!
Hopefully the poems really made your application stand out.</p>

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<p>Thanks for your opinions.</p>

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<p>in all honesty, they're not great poems - too trite, almost bordering on some major cheese. the summer one especially - i've heard that exact tone and subject matter in at least four other poems i've had to read from my peers (in iambic pentameter as well, mind you!). the iambic pentameter really restricted your ideas and language - i've seen poems that flow loosely even with iambic pentameter, but yours has become too rigid. a suggestion - perhaps try to cultivate a more unique narration voice, something like that of billy collins. it enlivens any genre of poetry.</p>