I have to write a poem about America that begins with "I hear ____" any ideas of something to write about?

Answer 1

You should brainstorm ideas on what words come to mind when you think of America. For example, I think of baseball, pop music, hollywood, and freedom. Then think of sounds these things make: the click of a baseball hitting a bat, the music of your favorite American artist or band, and the sounds of people laughing, talking, and expressing their thoughts without threat of supression. And definitely think close to home. The sounds of America are more unique if they are from you, and you'd get a more powerful poem. Hope this helps.

Answer 2

I hear the patriotic call
as young men and women go to war

I hear the wind of freedom
As it blows across our land

I hear the cries of hunger
From the mouths of countless young

I hear the wail of the mothers
Who have lost their sons to war

I hear voices in the night
Singing out for the lost and lonely

I hear noises in my cellar
The feet of tiny creatures

I hear the nation saying
Never again! Never again!

Answer 3

write a poem thinking that u r going lower back to ur historic college after 30 years or so... u r observing the adjustments which has come to the campus cherishing ur own memories as a young person.. play with the important component nostalgia... it in basic terms approximately constantly works each and all of the main suitable

Answer 4

I hear many voices in my country
telling me what's right and wrong
what to weat what to buy
where to live and go to school
of if I should even go at all.
I hear the sounds of nature
A fire in the woods
The dropping of rain
I hear more voices
keeping me out
keeping me in
asking me to change
telling me to stay the same
all the while
I hear MY VOICE
telling me to choose for myself
what I should do
and what is right
for me and to help
others who do not know
I hear myself and listen
for the voices of others

Answer 5

I hear (birds cooing in the silky air as they glided across the blackened sky)

Answer 6

Use your imagination and creativity and make this "your" poem:


I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat--the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter's song--the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning,
or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.