AP Latin Poems
October 6, 2014
The following poems were written by the AP Latin class and their teacher, Mrs. Birch, in conjunction with their study of Vergil’s Aeneid, which they are translating in class. The poems each incorporate one or more literary devices, such as alliteration, polysyndeton, asyndeton, anaphora, metaphor, and personification, all of which are used throughout the Latin text.
The Jog by Jeanne Birch
I was cloudy and hot — much like the weather,
and I decided to go for a jog.
The sky began mourning,
dropping its tears upon the Earth; the trees are my umbrella.
As I run beyond the cover of the canopy of trees,
the rain falls softly upon my face,
mellowing my melancholy mode.
My stride becomes longer and stronger as I go,
enjoying the sound of the turtles and frogs jumping into the pond
when they hear my plodding pace on the path.
I tell myself to lift up my knees,
as I give a nod to the elderly walking their dogs,
and the rain mixes with my sweat,
cleaning off the dirt, and the dark and the dire.
I end my jog where I began,
Alpha leads to Alpha,
But now I am cool and clear — much like the weather.
The Introvert by Jonathan Smith
He kept to himself mostly, like a turtle almost
He was quiet, he was reticent, he was pensive
No one knew who he was, or where he was from
No one ever asked
When they did bother to waste his precious time,
There would be no answer
Heck, we didn’t even think he could talk.
When he did, for the first time
There were mixed emotions
It was weird, wild and wonderful
He scared me and a couple of other kids
He held his usual stiff, silent style of sitting
We all began to whisper to each other
He had a smug look on his face
It said “I’ve said all that I’ve ever needed to say”
That sort of thing,
I don’t even think he knew what he said, he didn’t care
Afterwards, he got up, walked away, and never looked back
Untitled by Alan Perrotti
Sweat glistened on my brow
The clock read 10:29
The sun beat down its harsh rays
The shrill call of the whistle forced my tired legs into action
Along the field everyone jumped into action
Sweat ran down into my eyes
The clock read 8:44
A sea of red jump, up, down, back and forth
But all that was in my mind was the clock ticking down
And the ball the players were so intent on putting into the goal
I wiped the sweat out of my eyes
The clock read 2:09
And then the gentle swoosh of the ball hitting the back of the net was heard throughout the field
I could now hear a dull roar from the sea of red
There were now more than just 22 on the field
Some deflated, others lifted
And the sweat was gone
The clock read 0:00
Marring Meaning by Julia Randall
strange it seems,
to take delight
in ripping,
Marring
the page on which my pen
rests, scratches
ink into a milky, blank expanse,
filling it with
Meaning
and holes.
Untitled by Anonymous
Top of the leaderboard here we stand
All of us lending a helping hand
Dressed in red and black and white
Our team is prepared for any fight
Whether acts of valor or of strength
Our performance is willing to last the whole length
80 minutes to get the job done
Time after time we score on the run
Our team’s success keeps the fans overjoyed
Because bottom of the leaderboard is where we avoid
Untitled by Anonymous
It’s dark where I am,
And I cannot find the light.
There are shadows all around me,
And my heart is full of fright.
Everyone is so peaceful,
They never even see.
That storm clouds are forming,
Upon the peaceful sea.
I cannot see the future,
and I cannot change the past.
But the present is so heavy,
I don’t think I’m going to last.
Untitled by Mary Bischoff
As I stood on a cliff,
The waves below flow,
Like the stream that flows into it.
The people of the coast,
Bow to you, the Mighty Sea,
You who can give life, then take it,
As quickly as it was given.
As we not anger you,
you slumber peacefully.
The waves your snores, and the sea creatures your heart.
Your touch has changed.
The fisherman gives you praises,
As you let us have your heart,
So we can feel calm.
Serene.