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Write a poem, at least fifteen lines long about any subject, in which you
incorporate at least twelve of the words in the following list.
| angle |
cylinder |
midsegment |
quadrilateral |
| area |
equation |
parallel |
radical |
| base |
equilateral |
perpendicular |
rotation |
| cone |
exponent |
pi |
sphere (or spherical) |
| congruent |
height |
polygon |
trapezoid |
| converse |
isosceles |
prism |
triangle |
| coordinate |
midpoint |
pyramid |
vertex |
You choose the topic you want to write about and then write
a poem using at least 12 of the words. There are two samples at the
bottom of the page.
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Sample 1:
PIZZA
I went to the pizza restaurant,
I bought two congruent pies,
My friends and I sat parallel one another,
With our pies on the table,
At the base there was a stand that seemed to make our pizzas float,
The area of my pi was twice the size of theirs,
Our pies were very converse,
Mine was pepperoni and theirs was extra cheese,
There was a little "table" in the midpoint of mine,
But my friend was very jealous,
She rotated the pizza so that it was facing her,
No realizing that the height of mine was twice the height of hers,
The angle of the pizza sent it flying,
It landed perpendicular right on her lap,
It made a polygon shape, out of sauce right, on her new pants,
That was the last time she will grab before she thinks,
Or maybe next time she'll ask for her own "little table".
The "little table" is the one they put on the pizza for take out.
P:S: it was a true story
Tara McMenamin
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Sample 2
I should never have eaten that pi,
my oh my it went right to my thigh.
Oh my goodness look at my rear,
from the back view it looks like a sphere.
All the guys are such frights,
considering I am five times their height.
My hair is standing at a 90 degree angle,
and my nail resemble triangles.
My waist is parallel to my thighs,
I know its because I supersize.
If i could just get my midpoint into shape,
without having to use such an area of tape.
I wish I knew the better body equation,
I look in the mirror and make a rotation.
If only I didn't know every coordinate for food,
perhaps I would be in a much better mood.
On top of that and nonetheless,
this ice cream cone tastes the best.
Brittany McEntee
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"Sitting on the
triangle"
Bells sounded in my mind,
Nothing left but all these rhymes,
Try to understand the time,
when I looked up in your eyes,
At the height of my sight,
...your life is radical,
my might in the night,
.. .just turn that angle,
Girl you complete this equation,
its not evasion,
just a simple conversation,
of perfect sensations,
and visions,
Let's just converse this ace,
into something more of base,
'till we find out our place,
beside each other or just in space,
Its like my fight is with you,
but God, I don't have a clue,
so just tell me, bring your thoughts,
take a seat, look what's wrought,
Its all right in my area,
its my tear and my conclusion,
because yeah we're congruent,
in every single way except one, |
My eyes are stuck on you,
as yours are stuck on mine,
but I'm in a prison,
a jail made to see and simply dine,
I see in you through my prism,
of desire and skepticism,
I'll make the plans for the date,
come with me, and see Fate,
coordinates are set,
my wish for you is safe-kept,
Now you're in my arms,
now you're falling to my charms,
make our decisions be parallel,
into this it must be spherical,
With you its been a pleasure,
just remember your heart,
my sweet and only gesture,
to join me again in your dreams,
I'll follow you there,
for we've made the switch,
that sharp rotation...
You're in my shoes now,
spinning in my memory
the rotation of tendency,
to make this night so very promising.
I'll be there, r promise.
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Sean Dahl
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Sample 4
The angle of the gleaming sun
against the congruent sides of your face.
Bring me back to the parallel sides of the universe.
The height of the crashing waves,
against the rotating Earth.
My heart is a prism,
waiting for our equation to be solved.
With your radical way of looking at life,
and my perpendicular feelings.
We could make this converse love work.
I will try and find the midpoint that is messing every thing up.
I would climb to the top of any pyramid for you
But now i sit here for your spherical love.
Jim Hager
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| Sample 5
Let’s start with the coordinates I and 3,
Draw a line and let me see.
Now from there draw an isosceles triangle.
45, 45, and 90 degrees are the measured angels.
Measure the height and the base
Find the area and put a smile on your face
The two congruent legs are 22
That leaves the hypotenuse to be 22 radical 2
Find the midpoint of each side
Connect them with a midsegment line
Continue to do this and as you will see a similar
triangle you continue to get
Now in this triangle nothings parallel
This polygon is not spherical
Next will be about a sphere
If you are interested lend me your ear!!
Amy Rieder
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