Inspiration: A nonet is a nine-line poem. A nonet can be written on any subject and rhyming is optional. The poem starts with a line that has 9 syllables in it. The second line contains 8 syllables, the third line has 7 syllables, and it continues to count down to one syllable in the final line (ninth line).
Guidance: Need an idea for your nonet?
- Search images. Tell a story or describe what’s happening in a nonet.
- About what are you most passionate (e.g., swimming, horses, soccer, gaming)? Describe it or tell a story in the nonet.
- Is there an issue in the world that interests you (e.g., war, poverty, racism, police brutality, politics, immigration, global warming, guns, freedom, refugees, gender)? Capture the issue in a nonet – who, what, where, why.
- Look at the news for an idea. Click here, and whatever is on the front page, write about it (or click around).
A year ago, I decided to write a nonet based on a news article. Unfortunately, a similar incident — the use of chemical weapons in Syria — repeated this same month one year later. Again and again, human rights violations. Again and again, we fail to intervene before lives are lost.
This is the article followed by my nonet: https://newsela.com/articles/syria-chemical-weapon-attack/id/28950/
Sarin gas breathed in or touched cripples
human’s central nervous system.
The dark side of science when
chemicals kill not heal
weaponized by men
to suffocate
our children
for what?
Land?
Want to read some novels in poetry form? Here is my list for the first half of the month.
Maybe i should just stop breathing tonight
everything ive done, not worth it
problems i will never solve
is resolve even a choice
what are my choices
what are options
what are they
they’re bad
bad
Out of the water
I jump to catch my breath
I feel frozen
I can’t feel my legs
How did this happen
I was only three when she left me
Nothing hurts more than her leaving
My life change forever
I wasen’t the same person
Many years no change
Depression
Mess me up
Learned
Live
Swoosh out the sky
comes an ape out
the sky
like a eagle
When I see him
i swear i could
be the best person
in the world
i don’t know
if he could tell
but i think
i’m in love
I think your poem is unique because you dont go into detail, you lt us hang off our imagination when you say “I swear I could”.
life
what i purpose
they words are just let it go
if you have to do something do it just do
and let out
Splash Splash Splash
into the water
then out the water to catch my breath
I open my eyes and see blurry blue
↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑↑
all around me is water dark blue like the sky
I see seashells
and realize the sun is coming down
I Swim swim swim
and catch my breath all over again
Gripping my Xbox controller tight
I’m about to die in fallout
I swing my weapon at him
And he swings back at me
Why won’t this mutant die?
Little health left.
It’s the end.
Just a
Game.
Expressing myself isn’t always easy
dance has helped me do that
I love music and dance
it’s like the perfect “medicine” for me
It gets me out of here
I might not be the most talented person
but all I know is that
it helps me escape
and have fun
for a bit
Express yourself
don’t let people keep you from doing
what you love
they won’t matter
when your doing what you love
I can relate to the part “I might not be the most talented person” because I also think I am not the most talented person, but it helps me feel relaxed and I have fun
(Picture of jumping cat)
As I jumped off the tallest table,
I tried to make the baby laugh.
When I see how high I jumped,
I wonder, should I flip?
I should try to land,
I repeated.
The floor came
Closer,
Bam!
Day by day, I wait in pain for you
Day by day, I cry just for you
Night by night, I dream of you
Day by day, I still wait
Day by day, I worry
You are my dreams
I love you
I’ll wait
Summer?
Day by day, I wait in pain for you
Day by day, I cry just for you
Day by day, I cannot sleep
Asked god for an angel,
And he gave me you
You are my world
I’m in love
I know
L.
When I see her I can’t look away
Her smile is the best thing ever
Her laugh is so adorable
She is so beautiful
She is wonderful
She’s an angel
I like her
A lot
LOVE ^
i wonder what is life about
is it all abot styding
and working the rest of your life
I live my life but I’m running out
I need to stop stressing but I
Have way too much on my mind
I can’t stop worrying
Will everything work
I need to stop
But I can’t
I need
Life
So much to write down,
In just nine, quick lines.
How to get in each, last bit,
When time is running out?
As I speak word for word
Am I wasting precious thoughts?
I mean, always have the need to write
like I’m running out of time,
But now I actually am.
Its always has to be us against the world,
No matter how hard we try to change it,
We are different in many ways,
we try to cross roads but we collide,
It’s always love, hate, or don’t care
It just can’t be peace.
Frowns replace
our smiles
One of my favorite’s music
Music is my life, I love it
It makes life so much better
Panic! At The Disco
Twenty one Pilots
The Neighbourhood
Odeza
Halsey
Me
Mind filled with positivity
Couldn’t stop who I was before
I could actually think we’ll
Looking on the bright side
Sadness and Darkness
Emotianal
Potato
Nothing
Me
soccer is the best sport invented
you will have fun when you play it
defense is my position
offense can be fun too
running and blocking
kicking, punting
practice makes
perfect
soccer
Supermoon rises in November
Fremantle, Australia waits
Huddled together, they watch
Cameras face the sky
A rose gold shimmers
Large, and ascends
Cameras
Down, please
View.
i think you did in a good job with your description and i like how you wrote, “a rose gold shimmers.¨
9th period is reading where we write and read
8th period is art where we draw
7th period is writing which is my favorite class cause it has my favorite teacher
6th period is music which is really boring
5th period is lunch where we eat
4th period is history where i get in trouble a lot well not a lot
3rd period is gym where we me and my two friends jahkel and kirstian chill at
2nd period is math
1st period is science where we learn about science
I like how you included every period in a school day and described what the class does in that period/class. For example, “9th period is reading where we write and read, 8th period is art where we draw.”
Seeing blue and pink skies pass me
I can’t breath, yet I keep going
Going so fast, I am free
Feet numb but I’m fighting
Wind blowing on trees
I am flying
No worries
I’m calm
Run
I like how descriptive you were, you show a lot of determination in the line “I can’t breath yet I keep going” it’s a good poem.
Writing-Finish my letter
GTT-Finish my slides
Math-Do my worksheets
Spanish-Finish my notes
History-Finish my vocabulary
Science- Study for my test
Reading-Do these poems
So much work to do
So little time
I can relate to when you said “so much work to do, so little time” because I think that teachers overload students with work. They think that we don’t have social lives and that we have ALL the time in the world to do daily assignments, even on weekends.
I can definitely relate. There is so much school work to do, I just want to watch tv or play video games. Usually, I just have Reading and math work to do, and I bet I would have a ton less if I actually did my poems on time. I am a huge procrastinator, so when you said “So much work to do, So little time”, that really stuck with me. In high school I won’t build up poems for 10 days haha.
The weather can make someone depressed.
The weather can bring out the best.
On warm days we’ll walk around
On chilly days we’ll sit.
The weather can kill
Or give a thrill
When it rains,
Play
games.
I can relate when you say,” the weather can kill or give a thrill,” becuase the weather can really put you in a bad place and you don’t feel like doing anything but sotimes it can bring excitement and happiness.
9th period is Spanish class where we learn a new language
8th period is history where we learn about the past
7th period is reading where we read and write
6th period is math
5th period is lunch where we eat
4th period is science where we learn about science
3rd period is music where we play guitar
2nd period is gym where we run around and have fun
1st period is writing where we write
Love
Why does it gotta
Be like that
We all been through
A breakup
If you havent thats good
Cause your just enjying life
Lacrosse team plays together
Screaming at every victory
Comforting at every lose
Cradling the ball faster
Picks up speed faster
Passes to the offense
Shoots in the goal
Whistle blows
Game won
Victory
Team
A clever line is ” Comforting at every lose Cradling the ball faster,” because it makes you see how close your team is and you picked good wordplay.
good job dude
Why is the world considered cruel?
This isn’t how things should be going
Life is not fair for people
People need help a lot
And that is okay
People need love
Not more hate
Never
Hate
The phrase “never hate” got me thinking because it makes me understand that there should never be hate in the world and it can relate back to peace which makes a lot of people feel there should be more of in the world
All you see is people with a smiles on their face
dancing and enjoying what they love to do
Music is blasting
bouncing from wall to wall
happiness
feeling free
for once
nothing to worry about
at that moment
because when you come back
to reality
the pain comes back
enjoy every moment
Dance
I can relate to the part “when you come back to reality the pain comes back” because I am a dancer and I know that while the music goes on and the moves flow you can’t think of anything else and the pain goes away but when it’s over you can’t stop your mind from going to the pain
I can also relate too” nothing to worry about at that moment because when you come back to reality the pain comes back enjoy every moment,” because I stress out a lot and don’t enjoy whats happening in the present.
It’s bounced around
Touching glove to glove
Hand to hand
Bat to bat
It leaves the stitches in your skin
Leaving it’s mark on where it’s been
12 inches
88 stitches
Softballs
The sun rise
Sun peaking over the horizon
Red, orange, yellow colors reflecting on the clouds
Animals just waking up
World waking up
Sun rise
They sit around all day chasing flies
Eating scraps they find on the floor
Watching cars drive by the house
Staring out the window
Life being a cat
Day after day
Sitting down
Sounds boring
Cats
Music almost seemed to sway with the laughter of
people that came to a carnival to have fun
there were cookies, purple ones and
fluffy balls of pink cotton
I couldn’t think how
I could miss
the carousel
again
The bunny plays all day having fun
the bunny jumps up and down to
The ground and smiles happily
The bunny runs to his
cage in search of water
and some food to
quench his
instant burst
of hunger
then flops
down
to rest
You had good word choice when you said: “Quench his instant burst of hunger.”
What are we eating?
Has that poor cow seen the light of day?
Is that an apple, or a clone?
Is this corn, original?
Was that just three dollars?
Did that like it’s food?
Aspartame
Calories
Trans fat
Fake
I like when you say “has that poor cow seen the light of day?” and “Is that an apple, or a clone” because it make you really think about what you’ve been eating.
Majestic places far away
Where death swings around stealing lives
Finding every trekking soul
Sooner or later
Slitting their throats
Tears flying
Now you’re
Dead
School system
I know how to persuade others by emotions
but I don’t know how to pay taxes
Teachers have the hardest job
but are still underpaid
kids are dropping out
kids doing drugs
Education
it helps
school
This poem is under appreciated with no comments or likes… until now. It is eloquent and beautiful.
Problem
Sad because i didn’t get my donuts,
But a least everyone else did,
Running and searching for it,
Looking for the lost one,
Crying out for me ,
Calling my name,
Help me,
Anette
sad
I can relate with the food and I can see you really put feeling into it
sorry that you didn’t get a donuts that day, but i really like poem
10 million beautiful colors that attracts my eyes,
1 million shades that I can compare,
Is 10 million colors all I can see?
Or is it less than 10 million?
whats your name?
Purple? Violet?
gray.
The ball hits the ground 1
Two people go for it 2
The race begins 3
Both dribbling fast to 4
see who can shoot 5
One gets the ball and runs 6
shoot 7
goal 8
The world is not perfect you see man,
There is always hate somewhere here.
People just cant get along,
Beginning till the end,
Hate is on the rise,
This will end us,
Till we change,
We will…
End.
: / mixed feelings about this one
Love is something that can break your heart
Love is like a flame that burns you
Getting broken by someone
The one you thought was yours
Forgetting love hurts
Stabbed in the heart
Love is dumb
Stupid
Love
This poem moved me when you said “love is like a flame that burns you”. Good job on this one
I agree I loved that line too! Awesome job!
Love
we all want it
we all need it
it should be cherished
not ignored
lets spread love
not end it
besides
isnt that what love is about
The night sky
clouds might be out
stars shine
look out as the sky brightens
consider it a warning
the next day could be vexing
though the bright sun taunts you
it speaks of joy
but you can’t always trust the light
this is really amazing i feel like i can see your writing
I sit down on my couch
I hear a ding
the screen lights up in front of me
I put my hands on the controller
and I take control of what I see
I seem to be unstoppable at this moment
thing, after thing,
person, after person
I con-core them all
And there it is the words
V-I-C-T-O-R-Y
Boom!
the cries of children
death
war everywhere
Gun shots
Bang!
horses
brushing all imperfections away,
all the mud
dirt from being outside
free
all of the fresh air
take you outside
just you and me
ride you in the big field where we are the only things out there to be seen
we stay out there for about 3 hours enjoying the time we have
its quite, safe, only the sounds of nature
just simply free.
I jump with great might, off my right foot.
I outstretch my body forward,
and blink as I float above,
I land hard on the sand.
My spine feels a jolt.
Sand in my shoes.
Fifteen ft,
record.
Breathe.
I like how you said, “Breath.” for the last sentence because it kind of ends the suspense that was built up in the previous lines.
Thinking
Such a dangerous yet thoughtful thing
It makes you wonder
And remember, curiosity killed the cat
It makes your brain hurt just thinking about it
there you go again, thinking
why
you’re thinking again
never stop
This poem is very deep, it makes you think about thinking. For when you said ¨Thinking, such a dangerous yet thoughtful thing” made me think is overthinking bad? I think it might be…
Strangers
I sit and just wonder about them
What makes them so joyful inside
Is it the little things or
Or is it the big things
Why do they just smile
Whatr’ they saying
Whyr’ they sad
Stories
Fear
i like this one, strangers are always… strange. Good job
I can see where your point of view is coming from and I wonder the same sometimes..Good job
The feet tapped
Hands clapped
The sound of music gave so much joy
People yelled
At the music
People screamed
People cried
People smile
All are pretty wild
The whistle blows and the game begins
fresh grass smell blows into your nose
the sun beating down on you
up and down the field we go
the pressure begins
dribble, pass, kick, goal
took so long
but we
scored
I always say when you are silent
you can hear the earths heartbeat fast
the wind howling to you
the sun singing her song
the river dancing
the clouds blowing
it becomes
the great
life
The Cactus
I have a very spiky cactus
It sits on the black window sill
Right underneath the window
Close to the round table
Above the floor vent
Next to the chair
right here with
in the
house.
The spring air softly blows beside me
buds are blooming into flowers
Birds build nest in the big trees
Not too hot not too cold
Sunny and breezy
Perfect weather
Riding bikes
Fresh air
Spring
I can see you put thought into this poem and I really enjoyed the “Not too hot not too cold” because it reminds me of the weather outside now
In class
I’m dozing off into my own thoughts
People are focused doing work
silence creeps into the room
Desperate for class to end
Looking up at clock
Pencils moving
Raising hand
Patience
sigh
The night sky over us, stars all around.
The cold nips at our fingers tonight
We sit under the stars, they shine bright
Like thousands of lights at night.
Even though the nearest light
Is forty miles
away from us
wind blows
Nox
Bradlee Mae
To my beautiful niece Bradlee Mae
I cannot wait to hold your hand
I cannot wait for your smile
I cannot wait to read
To you before bed
You’ll be here soon
Little B
Almost here
Home
Take away “here” from the 8th line. Counted wrong ?
(Congratulations! You just won a lifetime supply of cringe! Click here to get a vir-I mean, claim your reward!)
The planet is heating up a lot
Glaciers disappear left and right
Species are going extinct
Dying by the truckload
Humans are to blame
Global warming
Heats us up
Burns all
Hot
I think that global warming was the perfect topic for this type of poem. When each line gets smaller and smaller it might symbolize how more and more is being taken away from the planet little by little.
Greenland
An island covered in ice and snow,
Villages surround the coastline,
Wind whistles in the mountains,
Always cold and frigid,
Even in summer,
but beautiful,
and unique.
Greenland
cold
The Forgotten Girl
She watches with soulful, tearing eyes
Party invites are passed near her
Hopeful, waiting for a card
Happy smiles, loud giggles
Are not meant for her
Hurting inside
Forgotten
Alone
Lost
W O W dude. This is so powerful. It almost made me cry.
Not just any Horse, a gymnastics horse.
This Gymnastics horse uses skills,
to make up a full routine.
There are skills called scissors,
flairs,and russians.
Although this is
easy I still
yell out
Stick!!!
I like the ending of your poem it is a good way to end this poem I will have to use an ending like this.
The kitten and puppy are so cute
They play together like me and you
They stay with each other too
They are our companions
And we love them
with all our
hearts
In poetry
Varying styles in one genre
Each word is different and unique
Topics to explore and share
Your heart is in control
Thinking takes up time
Simple it is
Things to say
No rules
Write
I really like how you explained what poetry is and how it makes one feel. I agree that each word is different and unique and that’s what makes a great poem!
Your words- “your heart is in control” really moved me because when I write I try to use my heart and to think less especially in poetry.
Playing viola is very fun,
I have gained many benefits,
Sound waves travel within rooms,
Music notes fill papers,
My hearing improved,
My mind is calm,
It’s focused,
Each Day,
Fun
To start out what a great topic to write about! I love your description it makes it easier to visualize! What a heart felt poem!
I like how you did the topic of youiolar poem of something you love which is playing viola.
Clomp, clomp, the runner’s shoes hit the ground,
Each stride he takes gets him further,
Everyone is behind,
He is pulling away,
He can win it all,
He’s done it,
New record,
Whoo!
I like how you used a onomatopoeia to describe running
I like how you line it up, and I liked how you told a story.
The moon is red and rises slowly,
People crowd and take out cellphones,
It’s too early for morning,
It’s too late for the night,
Super moon rises,
People cheer loud,
Instagram,
Snapchat,
Moon
The sun rises over the mountains,
It shines brightly into my room.
I can hear the cars drive past
And the people stirring.
The time is early,
I’m in the pool.
Kids screaming.
I’m calm.
Now.
the normal day is good, i can relate to the part where you say that your calm now,the waters are a good way to escape reality 🙂
Trapped. Isolated. Outsiders. Uncontrollable.
No one wants to stand up for us.
But we can’t help what we say.
Trapped inside ourselves.
Pounding on the glass to be let out.
Like a caged animal.
I don’t know what to do.
Or what they’re saying.
Who am I supposed to be?
I put on a mask.
If I’m not them I’m suddenly shut out,
and thrown bricks at.
But I’ll pick those bricks up,
and I’ll make a castle out of them.
Because I know I’m on onion.
Under all those outside layers,
I’m something
beautiful.
I really feel your pain when you compare yourself to a caged animal.
The part that touched me is when you said “who am i suppose to be?” that tells us all how everyone else created someone else out of us
What is happening,
in our world?
left and right,
gun violence,
police brutality
war,
poverty,
global warming,
what more can there be?
I really like how this is about world issue and serious topics. I also like how it ends in a question, continuing on the poem in the readers head.
I hear a “tweet” and the game began,
I wait patiently for the ball,
I got the ball at my feet,
I start to dribble down,
I stop at the box,
Crank up my leg,
Took the shot,
Waiting,
GOAL!
I can relate because I play soccer too and your poem describes it well.
I had difficulty with my poem today but yours just flows like a river. It tells a great story and gives you the feelings. I don’t even play soccer anymore but I can still remember and relive the feeling from this poem.
I liked that you described soccer but did not actually say it. Great job!!
drawing is what I’m constantly in
it brings me happiness and joy
paper sits in front of me
blank but not for that long
i know what to do
what I do best
i sit still
and think
quiet
I can relate to the part, “it brings me happiness and joy” because drawing brings me that feeling as well. Also, I understand what quietness can bring by reading your poem. It can cause you to sit still and relax.
Love it! I especially like the line “blank but not for that long” because it shows that the creativity is coming.
Constantly checking notifs for friends.
Playing some games in their free time.
Listening to Pandora.
Researching interests.
Learning JavaScript
Who’s life do you
Think this is?
It’s obvious.
Mine.
:/
its very descriptive.
This may be too heavy for a Sunday, but I decided I’d compose a poem based on the first news article I saw, so is the article followed by my nonet: https://newsela.com/articles/syria-chemical-weapon-attack/id/28950/
Sarin gas breathed in or touched cripples
human’s central nervous system.
The dark side of science when
chemicals kill not heal
weaponized by men
to suffocate
our children
for what?
Land?
really interesting I think I might have wrote about this for current events.
It’s a good idea to make a nonet out of something you read and that’s creative. I read about the chemical attack today too
I like yours Mrs. Donovan because it looks very organized, also the reader can really understand this poem because this is something that’s happening now. And the reader can get inspired by this too.
Gun Violence Must End
BANG! The quiet of the night is gone.
A man lies dying on the floor.
His family cries out in grief.
They will never forgive.
Memories wasted
For no reason
A girl sobs,
“Papa!
Why?”
Very suspenseful and descriptive.
I like how your nonet gets steadily smaller toward the end