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Poem about poetry:
"Poetry in motion" by: Yeremiah Hardt

Poetry is like the ocean Poetry in Motion Poetry is like a potion Poetry in Motion Poetry is like an explosion Poetry in Motion Poetry is like some soothing lotion Poetry in Motion Poetry is a form of devotion Poetry in Motion Poetry represents emotion Poetry in Motion

Ode:
Remember when we were little? and we thought monkeys were the best our favorite colors were purple and blue and we took our fuzzy little blankets everywhere we went? We would never wear our shoes when we played outside I was your best friend and you were mine. "Seizing the day" didn't matter back then, because we were always doing that when we played outside. Nothing mattered, we spoke up whenever we wanted to, and didn't care. I thought Makeup was pointless and so was hair, we didn't care about boys or girls, and they didn't care about us except when we were playing with our Pokemon cards on the yellow school bus. I told you everything, when nothing seemed to go right, you would just sit there with me and somehow everything seemed all right. Now that we're older, I'm thinking back on all the good memories and the friendship that we had. I sit here and wonder, do you miss all that? Well, I do.
 * Ode to a friend:**

Sonnet:
What is going on in the world today? Innocent people are being killed. Others are being bashed cause they are gay. Cemeteries are becoming filled You turn on the news and what do we see? "Cop dead protecting his community" Soldiers are fighting for our country Fighting in a war that is not their own Teens in a fight and then a shot breaks out People are dying before they are grown These things need to stop, but where to begin Not just with ourselves, but with our children Violence kills joy and also the laughter So lets make change to make the world better.
 * Change?**

Ghazal:
Where are you? I am all alone, please help I’m begging you; I’m on my hands and Knees-help
 * Love:**

We can run away from this place- and everything will be okay Crap I can’t find my keys help.

Give me a minute, to say goodbye I’m leaving everything behind. That’s okay; I’ll do it for you-meet me by our tree. Help

I want to be with you forever, until I breathe my last breath I hope you feel the same was as me Nikki. Help

Promise me forever and that nothing will change between us. So don’t say forever unless that's how it's really going to be -help

I’m sitting here thinking about the good and the bad times that we had Some worse than others, but you never let it get the best of me-help.

I feel like I’m lost and trapped when you’re not around I need you now more then ever, so come and set me free, help

I would do anything and everything for you; you’d do the same for me Nothing can stand between us, not even the sea-help.

I know were young, and people don't think that are love is real So lets prove them wrong, and show them how and show them we disagree-help.

I know this is tough, and nothing is going right, well work on it every night. This is Emily...?

My Poems:
Above are all the poems that I wrote for this quarter. The Ode was probably my favorite poem that we did. When we were first given the task to write an ode to someone or something, I was clueless. When I went home my mom was talking about when I was little, and the friends that I had. It suddenly hit me. His name was Ryan, and when we were younger we were inseparable, and thinking back to it now I miss him. So that’s what I wrote my poem about. Before we were given this benchmark I never put to much emotion into my poems, so this was a pretty new experience for me. When I look at my poems I see that there mostly to people or about people, it’s weird…I never meant for them to turn out the ways they did. I just through my ideas down and whet from there. Also I’m used to writing poems the way that I want to…and “breaking the rules” so when we were given the Ghazal it was difficult for me.

__The poet I chose was //**Edgar Allen Poe**//, The poems that I picked are...__


 * Edgar Allen Poe** was an American poet, playwright, short story writer, critic, editor, and an essayist during the Romantic Movement. He is most famous for his mystery/ macabre stories. Edgar Allen Poe is also famous for being one of the well-known Dark Romantics of his time.

Spirits of the dead:
Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy.

Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.

The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever.

Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dewdrop from the grass.

The breeze, the breath of God, is still, And the mist upon the hill Shadowy, shadowy, yet unbroken, Is a symbol and a token. How it hangs upon the trees, A mystery of mysteries!

The analysis for "Spirit of the dead"
//“Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness — for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still.”// To the reader, in my opinion, this poem says that if you lose someone close and you are feeling alone, you should realize that you are not alone. Even though human beings may be gone from this earth, they can still be with you in spirit, casting their shadows and watching over you. If you stop and take a moment, “be still”, you can feel these spirits through the “will of their overshadow.” Readers can also take this in a bad way; it depends on how they pull apart the content Another

Romance:
Romance, who loves to nod and sing, With drowsy head and folded wing, Among the green leaves as they shake Far down within some shadowy lake, To me a painted paroquet Hath been- a most familiar bird- Taught me my alphabet to say- To lisp my very earliest word While in the wild wood I did lie, A child- with a most knowing eye.

Of late, eternal Condor years So shake the very Heaven on high With tumult as they thunder by, I have no time for idle cares Through gazing on the unquiet sky. And when an hour with calmer wings Its down upon my spirit flings- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings.

The analysis for "Romance"
//"Its down upon my spirit flings- That little time with lyre and rhyme To while away- forbidden things! My heart would feel to be a crime Unless it trembled with the strings."// To the reader this might mean, the even if some love is "forbidden" don't worry about it, even if he knows that this love is wrong, his heart thinks otherwise. Life is to short to no take chances, and you have very little time. So do what makes you happy.

Annabel Lee:
It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child, In this kingdom by the sea; But we loved with a love that was more than love- I and my Annabel Lee; With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven, Went envying her and me- Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of the cloud by night, Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride, In the sepulcher there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea. 

//"But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we- Of many far wiser than we-"// The reader can take a lot out of this small quote. Basically what he is saying is that, even though you're young, don't let people put your love down. They can be 100 years old and you only 15, don't let them tell you what love is-or tell you that your really not in love. They could say that "your too young to be in love, well maybe their just to old to remember.

After reading all of Edger Allen Poe poems, I noticed that there mostly about love, but not your typical love poems, they were somewhat dark. So form what I can tell he was differently in love, and he was hurt pretty badly. That's why I think his poems are so amazing.