what poetry means - my last words

I know that I haven't posted this months, my brain has been turned off for a month now. I'm sure that this won't make up for my grade but i just want to share with you what poetry means to me.

high school sucks. There is no way around it, life as a teenager is awful and hard. There are teacher and parents asking you to be better, peer pressure, bullies, new friends showing up, old friends leaving, your heart getting broken for the first time. Everything is stressful and annoying. some people have no way of releasing the feelings they have. I was like that. Quiet and kept to myself. It was taking its toll on me and life got harder because of it.

Then I found my old poetry books and read them. After i read them i got inspired. i started to write poetry about all my feeling and the things i had been through. It was relieving to say the least. After i was done i felt like i could breathe again and the sun shined a little brighter. Ever since then, that is where all my thoughts and feelings went, into my writing.
So to me, poetry isn't just words that rhyme or fancy letters on a page. to me poetry is an outlet, a relief, a way to express myself. With poetry my problems are gone and my world is happier.

who knows what a limerick is? Well,  limerick is a five-line poem or meter with a strict rhyme scheme (aabba), which intends to be witty or humorous. Here is my limerick.

I am really sick of this fight.

I think i will puke, i just might.

All you do is yell and scream.

Everyone can't help but beam.

I am just very sick of this fight.

sadness seems dark black

I believe that this is called the senses poem. It has a specific sequence first you pick an emotion then say what color it seems like for you. Then you have five sentences that start with I see, I hear, I smell, I touch,  and I taste. this is how my poem went.

Sadness seems darks black  

like the midnight sky.

I see nothing, for it is dark.

I hear owls hooting in the night.

I smell the fears of the darkened sky.

I touch My tears dripping down my face.

I taste nothing; my mouth is dry. 

Lolly pops

Most of the time poems don't rhyme. Alot of the poems I've read are also very serious. On the other hand, sometimes it's fun to make them rhyme and just have fun with it. here is a poem I wrote a while ago.

Sour or sweet

a yummy treat.

sweet or sour

I will devour.

filled with flavor from bottom to top

oh how I'd love a lolly pop



If love is darkness

If love is darkness-

what is hate?

An endless path of misery,

an oblivion of pain?

Your way of life,

the way you play the game?

The destruction of lives,

could evil be the name?

If love is darkness,

hate is the same.



Response to "the Blizzard Voices"

"The Blizzard Voices" by Ted Kooser is a collection of quotes from the  people who lived through the blinding storm in the south, known as the passage of time. It has the women and men recall what they experienced during the storm. It has real emotions since it actually happened to them. You can feel there fear. Doing it that way captures the mood of the situation.
It also helped with prospective. You didn't see just one point of veiw, you saw many different point of veiws. I think it made it more intersting that you got so many people telling you what there experience was.

 Since I didn't finish the book till the end of april, I will try something similar to this in May.

The first snow

The first snow fall,

how pretty the world is dressed in white.

I feel happier then I have in a long time.

No matter how cold the air,

no matter the complains of others, snow is my own paradise.

Nature is a very common thing for poets to write about, because nature is everywhere. Though opinions on it may vary. That makes it even better! Someone might not appreciate snow the way I do, and write about how awful winter is.

picture soon to come since my laptop is being annoying and won't let me download stuff

Edgar Allen Poe effect

Edgar Allen Poe is a famous poet and story writer. In one of his stories "tell tale heart" he uses repetition through out the whole story. i think that the repetition is to emphasize the feeling of the story. It makes the words scarier and i causes a bigger effect on the reader. I highly suggest reading it. Anyway, I tried to imitate this and I came up with this:

The darkness is chilling, chilling me to the bone.
But the darkness doesn't cover me fast enough.
I still saw his blood stained clothes, his wide eyes in shock.
I still felt his touch, now shaking, shaking in fear.
He pressed his lips to mine one final time.
He whispered " I love you forever."
with that I was falling, falling deep, into an endless sleep.


I don't know if it has the same effect. If you want to check out his story here is a link. any advice is appreciated..vixroadsrginia.edu/~hyper/poe/telltale.html

the end of the month post #1

Most of my poems where free verse. That is the type of poetry I do best. however, next month I will try to add more of a variety. I will also start analyzing different types if poetry and poems I find. I will also talk about some famous poets who have inspired me in the past and talk about how they write their compositions. This month was kind of my way of getting acquainted to my new topic, I promise I will do better next month!

summer- hiku

glittering water

underneath a shining sky

smelling summer air.

 

this is the first hiku I ever wrote! I was in the fifth grade, and we had a poetry unit. Incase you didn't know a hiku is a poem that is usually three lines long. the first and last line are five syllables and the middle line has seven. these poems are also generally about nature. 

summer please come

When the leaves are fleeing,

That's the trees way of bleeding,

It's way of pleading-for summer to come.

It's way of saying,

"stop the chilling. I'll wait forever, or I'll fade away."

 

 

 



If love is darkness

If love is darkness,

what is hate?

An endless path of misery,

an oblivion of pain?

your way of life.

the way you play the game?

the destruction of lives,

evil could be the name.

if love is darkness

hate is the same.

Mi Amor

Mi amor, my love,

the key to my heart.

I can't breathe,

when we are apart.

when I'm with you- I laugh.

when you are gone- I cry.

I love you so much,

you know the reason why.

my favorite quote

"You don't write because you want to say something,

you write because you have something to say"

~F. Scott Fitzgerald

short saying

Death is a mystery,

pain is life,

and love is destiny

the first snow fall

The first snow fall,

How pretty the world his dressed in white.

I feel happier then I have in a long time.

No matter how cold the air,

no matter how much others complain,

snow is my own paradise.

Those last moments

Tears roll down my sorrowed face.

This moment, the one I was dreading most,

had finally come.

What am I to say?

What am I to do?

I want to be able to sit and weep.

But is that the wrong way to go?

As I wipe away my tears,

I think back to yesterday.

I looked at the man who raised me since my youth.

The one who watched me grow,

told me he was proud.

Laying on he's last bed,

living his last day. 

I wait awhile. 

at first he does not notice me,

just stares ahead in a daze.

He looks up to the sound of my throat clearing,

for a lump has formed there.

I do not see pain in his eyes,

only joy at seeing me.

His crazy smile, 

with wrinkles around it,

is what reminded me of what to do.

I sat beside him

like in the old days when we watched T.V.

We talked and laughed for hours.

I pretended as if this was not my last moment with him.

However, when his voice slowly got lower,

the tears were something I could not avoid.

he said to me "don't cry young one,

for as long as you keep a place for me in your heart-

You will never be alone

even after death there is more life"

That's when the light left.

The bright blue, turned into a dull reminder that he breathes no more

I felt lost.

I still feel lost.

But his last words ring in my head over and over.

I know he is right.

That is why I know I will pull through,

and smile again in time.

trying to think of a theme

For part of my topic, I need to write a group of poetry based off of a theme. I still have no idea what that theme could be! I could do love and heart break but that is way to common. I suppose I could do nature, or hardships in life. I could do both. I could have one section about nature and another about hardships.

Anyway, the main reason for this post is to explain that I am not exactly certain of what I am going to do right now. 

random poem #2

As I live each day
may i do my part,
to make a difference and
touch one heart.

Each day it is my goal,
to bring smiles and laughter
into a soul  ~ by anonymous

awakening

Awakening

One time I lost myself.

I didn't trust anyone else.

I thought the world was out to break me,

that the lord was soon to take me.

But then you walked by.

You showed me my thoughts-

were just a lie.

You showed me how to survive.

You taught me to live my life.

You have started me,

You have started my awakening.

I was on a road towards destruction.

I couldn't see my own perfection.

I felt the darkness creeping closer.

heard the devil say let me have her.

But then you walked by.

You showed me my thoughts-

were just a lie.

You showed me how to survive.

You taught me to live my life.

You have started me,

You have started my awakening.

~ by yours truly