Alexis+Beren

//Poetry //
"Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they were not familiar." //- Percy Bysshe Shelley//

This is an amazing quote that i try to reflect within my own poetry. What Percy is saying in this quote is that when you write poetry you cant take anything at face value. Poetry is about looking into the deepest parts of an idea and expanding those parts until nothing seems the same anymore. Poetry turns a familiar object like an apple into an unfamiliar object with golden and reddish tones, shaped somehow like a sphere but not perfectly, and those imperfections are nulled but the sweet delicious crisp that you never expected. Even an apple can be turned from one word to a short poem. Nothing can hide from the delving powers of poetry and its' ability to change what you know about any and everything.

//My Poetry //
My ode is about imagination

//Imagine//
Do you know a place so large and vast, A place where the future is only the past, Where love and anger live hand in hand, And death is stopped at your own command? I Do.

Have you ever seen a blue sunrise, Or tears turn to ice after leaving your eyes? Have you been to a place where fauns and centaurs roam free? And their isn't anything that you can't see. I Have.

Can you cheat death and let blind men see? Can you turn a giant ogre into a puny flee? Can you travel to Egypt on a cloud that's perfectly round, Or scream at the top of your lungs, and never make a sound. I Can.

This place I speak of is completely true, It can be visited by both me and you! This place I call home, isn't easy to find. For this wondrous land lies in my mind. Imagine That.

The sonnet I wrote is Romeo & Juliet inspired

//A Forbidden Love//
As the moon shines overhead, we will run, Far away are our families feuding, Only our love is brighter than the sun, Rare is the chance that we see each other. Being ever so cautious while all sleep, In the distance they are calling our names, Don't want to leave your side, I start to weep, Dying not to go home to hear "my shames." Extensively they start to scream and yell, No one could ever understand this love, Loneliness is causing a burning hell, Oh! How you are like an angel above. Venomous is the world against us two. Eternally there's only me and you.

Ghazal

//Anymore//
When we met, you amazed me like no other could. I thought for once my heart wouldn’t be ill anymore.

Your smile was so amazing to me, I was blinded, I was scared; I thought I couldn’t feel that thrill anymore.

I couldn’t control those feelings; true love was there, I wanted only you; I had no other will anymore

There wasn’t a bad thought in my mind, When it came to loving you, I had no other skill anymore.

Things had been so amazing for us back then With you, there was no dream I couldn’t fulfill anymore.

After a while we come to this present day. You have changed so much; love is at a standstill anymore

Now you start to scream and fill with anger I’m hurt so bad from the pain you instill anymore.

You scream and you bitch, nothing is good enough, With the crap you give me, I’m just your personal landfill anymore.

There is such a hold you have on me, I wear those bruises now, with no freewill anymore.

I cry to many times now, so many headaches cloud my mind, The hopeful death you push on me is a dream I won’t fill anymore.

You seem so unaware of the physical that kills me inside, I grin and bare it all, but I can’t swallow that pill anymore.

There is nothing there for me, there is nothing left, You make me so sick I could almost kill, anymore.

I need to escape from all of the agony you cause me. All I can do now is cry, with nothing left I just lay still anymore.

//W. B. Yeats //
W.B. Yeats was an Irishman born in Dublin as William Butler Yeats. He was originally to be a painter but at age 15 he realized his love for poetry. He is one of my favorite poets because of the emotions he puts into his poetry. He was a man who spoke strongly of love. I love Yeats' poetry because he can speak of love but it does not always have to be the love between a man and a woman like most love poems are expected to be. I also feel very strongly about his poetry because he brings age into his poems. He speaks about the relevance of age and how it can show dedication and love, but he also brings out the irrelevance of age and the fact that no matter how old you are you will not know everything and sometimes you may be young but you can have a better understanding of many things, just because you feel them in more depth.

The first poem "The Young Man's Song" tells about obviously a young man. He is naive and looking for love. He is unsure how his age plays into his love life. When he falls in love he falls hard. "I am looped in the loops of her hair." He finally finds love and it takes him over. He realizes at that time, "There is nobody wise enough/To find out all that is in it," The young man now knows that age has no affect on how you love or who you love. No matter what age you are you will never know everything about love.

The next poem "When You are Old" speaks of a love that isn't so much intimate as it is an admiring love.In the first stanza he tells that you should never forget your past. From his description, "When you are old and grey and full of sleep,/And nodding by the fire, take down this book," it triggers a person that most people have in their family. The old grandpa or grandma who is always falling asleep at family gatherings. The whole second stanza of this poem tells that even as you age there was someone there that loved everything about you."But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,/And loved the sorrows of your changing face;" Yeats describes this love that would not change even with "your changing face," and a love that saw "the pilgrim soul in you" no matter how old you are. The third stanza tells that love ran away with you once you died but it kept you with us "And hid his face amid a crowd of stars."

The final poem I chose was "Never give all your heart." This is perhaps my favorite poem by Yeats. This poem is once again about love but different from the others it is about the downfalls of love. This poem tells of a man that loves his woman but "For everything that's lovely is/But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight." Yeats is describing in this poem that a woman can play the game because she is skilled but a man that puts his heart on the line will surely lose and end up broken and hurt for "He that made this knows all the cost,/For he gave all his heart and lost."


 * //__The Young Man’s Song__//**

I whispered, "I am too young," And then, "I am old enough"; Wherefore I threw a penny To find out if I might love. "Go and love, go and love, young man, If the lady be young and fair," Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, I am looped in the loops of her hair. Oh, love is the crooked thing, There is nobody wise enough To find out all that is in it, For he would be thinking of love Till the stars had run away, And the shadows eaten the moon. Ah, penny, brown penny, brown penny, One cannot begin it too soon.


 * //__When You are Old__//**

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty with love false or true, But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars, Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled And paced upon the mountains overhead And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.


 * //__Never give all the heart__//**

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy. Kind delight. O never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.