To many times I hear the phrase can I be you? Well now you can, for a good price! I am up for sale. You can have my decent Fifa skills. The stuff I don't need, my coats, Xbox, phone, iPad and everything! You can have my experiences. My trips to Africa, Europe and Asia where a learned about different cultures which have shaped my being. For a great price, you can be me, and have it all.
Four Verse Poems
The white blanket
The specks of white
All equally unique
Make a blanket of white--
Until a call is received from Jerry Ward
The the snow's work is done
A time of cozy-ness
Whilst the snow plummets down
We are inside, watching and admiring the site
Covered and blankets and the heat turned up high
We rest and rest until dawn
"Ugh" you hear, muttering from my voice
Pushing the boulders and mountains of snow
Until there is a break of path between the whiteness
And only then, you walk inside and finally grab a cup of coco
The steep slope
I have a bird's eye view of Loon Mountain--
Tiny blobs of overstuffed pink and blue
Tethered like puppies on leashes.
My eyes drift upwards,
There are kids with impeccable pizza form
When the chair jolts on tower 17/23
The spherical shaped, icy moguls
Are being attempted by the "pros"
But then I see the sign:
"prepare to lift bar,"
"unload here with your ski tips up"
Now it's my turn
I put a lot of time and effort into these poems, and for once, I feel these poems actually sound good! All of these poems above, have meaning! Every type of poetry has meaning, even if it is interpreted in a way, the author never thought of. This is why poetry is so unique from other arts. Instead of physically drawing a scene on a canvas. Poetry imaginatively draws many different scenes on paper through words. It's all about how you internalize, and interpret the authors words. That's how you can succeed in a poetic career, it's if you persevere and try to find a great meaning on what you are writing about.
The Valley of Unrest
Edgar Allen Poe
Once it smiled a silent dell
Where the people did not dwell;
They had gone unto the wars,
Trusting to the mild-eyed stars,
Nightly, from their azure towers,
To keep watch above the flowers,
In the midst of which all day
The red sun-light lazily lay.
Now each visitor shall confess
The sad valley's restlessness.
Nothing there is motionless --
Nothing save the airs that brood
Over the magic solitude.
Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas
Around the misty Hebrides!
Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,
Over the violets there that lie
In myriad types of the human eye --
Over the lilies there that wave
And weep above a nameless grave!
They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.
They weep: -- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.
The Valley of Unrest is a very emotionally graphic poem. It speaks about a land were there is so much death and decay, that all the flowers, and goodness in the world is dying out. It's a very gripping and descriptive poem that can be told like a story. That is part of the reason I like it so much. Also, Poe's choice of words are incredible and help the poem inflict an experience on the reader and I think this will captivate my classmates. At some points U don't fully understand what's going on, but because of the beautiful words Poe puts in this poem, it's still sounds great! Hopefully I can make it far in the W.W. Fenn
with this poem.