Zaria

"If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me, I know it's poetry. If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know this is poetry. These are the only ways I know it. Is there any other way?" - Emily Dickinson

=**__Sonnet__**=

If you love me why wont you ever show me? I want to be the only one on your mind. Why must you make your love so hard to see? The feelings you show me are hidden; Blind.

I prove my emotions for you everyday, You have me in a state of confusion. This is fake, it is dumb in every way, The mood makes this seem like an illusion.

My heart is broken in to little parts, The fact that I met you is very sad. This story sounds like Shakespeare's work of art, The shit you say is rude and it makes me mad.

We should have been more mature about this bind, But this is what goes on with your kid mind.

**__Ode To My First Love__**   You started and led the way, on my path of life. You’re the reason why I expect so much, in this thing called love. Your touch, your feel, was something that excited me Holding your hand was enough to make me fall in love with you all over again

Two years of having you in my life, and I miss them so much.

Looking into your big brown eyes was like looking at the sun its self. So bright, and full of admiration, the admiration in which you had for me. It was, as I remember, very able to see. Your kisses were like heaven upon my lips. Your intoxicating smell sent rays into my nostrils Making me want to hold you and never let you go. Wanting you next to me was a need. Our family, our friends, even strangers told us we were and looked inseparable. Young, stupid and in love. Planning for the future ahead of us Even though we were only 14.

Being able to call you mine was a gift from God himself.

Imaging having a family with you made my heart flutter. Owning you, loving you, being with you was something I cherished and miss. I urged for your presence, it is much needed.

“Fuck You! I Hate You!” were what led us to part. “You Cheater! You Liar!”, Fuck. Those words cut deep. We said things and claimed to have meant things that we didn’t mean I thought that this love was meant to be.

I want to be the one you still think about, Just how I think of you

I often wonder if this was true love, it shouldn’t hurt this bad. This ice box inside me is yearning to be unthawed Hoping that you will ever come back into my life.

Even to this day, I still love you

You taught me a lot about love and myself To even think that you’re gone still kills me. One day my love, you will be mine again.

My ode to you.  = = __**I Was Raised By**__ <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> I was raised by soul food sundays, rice and beans, don't talk with your mouth full type of family.

I raised by "Be who you are!" "Be proud of your roots" "Love yourself" type of family.

Uniqueness, music loving pride is the key type of family

Some teaching some learning a family full of diamonds I was raised by family. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 14px; text-align: left;">__Three Poems__
 * 9 by E.E. Cummings**

there are so many tictoc clocks everywhere telling people what toctic time it is for tictic instance five toc minutes toc past six tic

Spring is not regulated and does not get out of order nor do its hands a little jerking move over numbers slowly

we do not wind it up it has no weights springs wheels inside of its slender self no indeed dear nothing of the kind.

(So,when kiss Spring comes we'll kiss each kiss other on kiss the kiss lips because tic clocks toc don't make a toctic difference to kisskiss you and to kiss me)

I think the poet is addressing someone he adores. The central subject to me is his passion for someone and how he wants them to show it. There isn't a set rhymes schemes, 4 stanzas, one with 4 lines (quartlet) the rest with 5. 19 lines. Repetion of the words, tic and toc, there isn't a set meter to it. Repeated tic toc, the images it gave where clocks. No opposites, some of the beginning words in the stanzas werent capitalized, rarely any commas or periods, the last stanza and the third stanza, the first word in the first line, was capitilized, the last stanza was in parenthesis. The lines were often short, most were enjambments. A whole sentence was one stanza. the line breaks give more of a mysterious vibe from it. It seems formal at certain parts. As if hes talking to someone. The tone seems poetic. Like he has something to say to someone so he said it in a peaceful manner. An important image is the spring setting that he describes. It adds the more classic effect. "springs wheels inside of its slender self no indeed dear nothing of the kind" make it sound as if it is classical.


 * Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand by E.E. Cummings**

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Spring is like a perhaps hand <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> (which comes carefully <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> out of Nowhere)arranging <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> a window,into which people look(while <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> people stare <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">arranging and changing placing <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> carefully there a strange <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> thing and a known thing here)and

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">changing everything carefully

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">spring is like a perhaps <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Hand in a window (carefully to <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> and fro moving New and <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> Old things,while <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> people stare carefully <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> moving a perhaps <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> fraction of flower here placing <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"> an inch of air there)and

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">without breaking anything.

To me, this poem seems to talk about the approach of spring. Theres not a set rhyme scheme, it has two stanzas and after the stanzas, theres a sentence after it. It is written in a different format. Theres a repetition of "spring is like a perhaps" which indicates that hes going to compare spring to something. Its is written in a normal mood, the imagery adds a clear format of what is being talked about. He has a lot of parenthesis, which seems to make up most of the stanzas.


 * Maggie And Milly And Molly And May**

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">maggie and milly and molly and may <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">went down to the beach(to play one day)

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">and maggie discovered a shell that sang <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">so sweetly she couldn't remember her troubles,and

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">milly befriended a stranded star <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">whose rays five languid fingers were;

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">and molly was chased by a horrible thing <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">which raced sideways while blowing bubbles:and

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">may came home with a smooth round stone <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">as small as a world and as large as alone.

<span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">For whatever we lose(like a you or a me) <span style="background-color: #ffffff; font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">it's always ourselves we find in the sea

<span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif;">This poem seems to talk about 4 girls who decided to go to the beach and each had something unique happen to them. I feel as though he wanted to prove that amazing things happen down at the beach. "Its always ourselves we find at the sea" basically saying our true inner self come out in different environments. It has 6 stanza, each with two lines, no rhyme scheme. <span style="font-family: verdana,arial,'lucida sans',helvetica,geneva,sans-serif;"> <span style="background-color: #ffffff; color: #333333; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12px;"> = __Still I Rise__ =

You may write me down in history

With your bitter, twisted lies,

You may trod me in the very dirt

But still, like dust, I'll rise.

Does my sassiness upset you?

Why are you beset with gloom?

'Cause I walk like I've got oil wells

Pumping in my living room.

Just like moons and like suns,

With the certainty of tides,

Just like hopes springing high,

Still I'll rise.

Did you want to see me broken?

Bowed head and lowered eyes?

Shoulders falling down like teardrops.

Weakened by my soulful cries.

Does my haughtiness offend you?

Don't you take it awful hard

'Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines

Diggin' in my own back yard.

You may shoot me with your words,

You may cut me with your eyes,

You may kill me with your hatefulness,

But still, like air, I'll rise.

Does my sexiness upset you?

Does it come as a surprise

That I dance like I've got diamonds

At the meeting of my thighs?

Out of the huts of history's shame

I rise

Up from a past that's rooted in pain

I rise

I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide,

Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.

Leaving behind nights of terror and fear

I rise

Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear

I rise

Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,

I am the dream and the hope of the slave.

I rise

I rise

I rise. <span style="background-color: #ffffff; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.417em;">Maya Angelou <span style="background-color: #ffffff; display: block; font-family: Arial,sans-serif; font-size: 1.417em;"> I feel as though I write based off of how I am feeling. My attitude at that moment is what causes me to write to my best ability. If I am sad, I will write in a sad mood, if I am in love, I will write as if I am in love. Any topic you will give me, will be written based of my mood. My writings also help me write my poems. In my Ode, that was actually something I wrote out of my sadness and turned into an ode. Writing helps me get my poems, and my mood adds to that.