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 Poetry Is An Echo, Asking A Shadow To Dance. -Carl Sandburg    =__About Me:__  = I've been writing poetry ever since I can remember. I don't consider myself an excellent writer but I have my days. The time when my poetry is the best is when I'm listening to Common most of the time. His style is one I would like to acquire. When I write I usually just go on what I'm feeling or thinking about at the time. I try to change my style up and try new ways of writing to see how it works out. But overall I just write for the fun of it.


 =__My Poetry:__ =

<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Sonnet
<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;"> To who do I owe the pleasure of Holding my heart like a ball in a glove Gripping it tightly and keeping it close Like if it’d b relased there’d be no love

I remember the days when it was young Full of life cuz the life had just begun Ending as fast as it started I see it wasn’t all it was cracked up to be

I look back now and feel no pain inside But the love still there is too hard to hide I wish things would have worked out differently But that’s how life is and life lives in me

Just remember the great times that we shared We can’t feel it but our love is still there.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left; display: block;">Ode to the survivors
<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;"> It’s like they are here to bless us with the knowledge That everything we do is not too hard We can make it though an eternity of pain And still make it out and rocket ship to the stars Like soldiers in the battle field They fight till they have nothing left And then leave this world with the relief of knowing Through their whole life they did their best But they’re out of uniform And they have no guns on their belt For their guns are held in their chest Right in the source of where their feeling is felt They go though this world blindfolded Because they can never see what’s ahead They hold their hands above them In hopes to block their head Because damage to this will slow them down And they wont be able to pull though the crowd Of people who give up to quick These people are all around us We just have to look deeper in them Survivors are everywhere around us And strength is everywhere in them

<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Ghazal
<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> Thought it was the end of me Even though I let my enemies see the best of me

Thought I was never gona make never gona take it All because I let my enemies control the rest of me

Thought it would get to hard an I wouldn’t be able take it And in the end let my enemies what’s beatin’ in the chest of me

But I worked to hard and its to late to fake it; gotta make it Can’t let my enemies take my zest from me

Gotta keep my head up high like I got a nose bleed Can’t let my enemy’s think they gotta beat ma chest for me

I’m my own Godzilla and my own Gorilla I don’t need my enemy’s to remind me of what’s possessed in me

I’m a strong individual and I’ll rise above what’s oppressin’ me Cuz no matter what my enemy’s are what’s best in me

<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left;"> <span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(53, 167, 17); text-align: left;"> =<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(53, 167, 17); text-align: left;"> = =<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(53, 167, 17); text-align: left;">__Edgar Allen Poe:__ =

<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Annabel Lee.
<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: center;"> 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 her sepulchre there by the sea, In her tomb by the sounding sea.

<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A Dream within a Dream.
<span style="display: block; font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: left;"> Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less gone? All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save One from the pitiless wave? Is all that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? <span style="color: rgb(0, 255, 0);"> <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Silence
=<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> = <span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">There are some qualities- some incorporate things, That have a double life, which thus is made A type of that twin entity which springs From matter and light, evinced in solid and shade. There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore- Body and soul. One dwells in lonely places, Newly with grass o'ergrown; some solemn graces, Some human memories and tearful lore, Render him terrorless: his name's "No More." He is the corporate Silence: dread him not! No power hath he of evil in himself; But should some urgent fate (untimely lot!) Bring thee to meet his shadow (nameless elf, That haunteth the lone regions where hath trod No foot of man,) commend thyself to God!

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<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">In the first poem entitled “Annabel Lee” it’s about a man who loved his wife with such a love that the angels in heaven were jealous. Most people believe that it is related to Edgar Allan Poe's wife's death because in the poem it mentions her how "I was a child and she was a child" and Edgar married his wife young. This was the man’s explanation for why his wife died. He believed that since the angels were jealous, they tried to separate them so as to separate their love. But out of spite if anything, he expressed how much no matter what the angels did, they would not destroy the love that they had since it was greater and stronger than any other love. In this poem it is mentioned that she was shut up, “In her sepulchre there by the sea/ In her tomb by the sounding sea.” Also in the poem Silence, there is a line that says “There is a two-fold Silence- sea and shore-/ Body and soul.” In the lines from the two different poems there is a relationship with the sea and life. In the line from Silence, a positive and negative are presented, and these are the sea and the shore, and body and soul. In many of Edgar’s poems, he refers to the sea along with the death of someone, and the soul is often though of as the thing in which is connected to death and heaven. So because the sea and soul are connected in a way in Edgar’s poems it is safe to say that he believes that the shore and the body are connected as well. That as long as we keep both feet planted on the ground, our body’s are still connected to the earth and we can live on as human beings. But as soon as we step foot in the sea, not literally, our souls are released and we are in a world where our spirits are free. In the poem “A Dream within A Dream”, it is stated that “I stand amid the roar/ Of a surf-tormented shore,/ And I hold within my hand/ Grains of the golden sand-/ How few! yet how they creep/ Through my fingers to the deep” Again this relationship with death, life and the sea and shore is presented. In these lines, the shore is “surf-tormented”. Since the sea and surf can be thought of as the connection to the soul and spirit, it is safe to say that by surf-tormented, what is meant is that the earth has been tormented by what people believe about their spirit and their religion. He holds the golden grains and can see them upclose, and little by little they creep through his fingers away from where they can actually see the way of the see, since he is holding them up higher than they’ve ever been or will be without being in the sea itself.

<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span class="apple" style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Tell-Tale Heart.
<span style="font-family: Tahoma,Geneva,sans-serif;"> An Excerpt From My Favorite Short Story By Edgar Allan Poe

T RUE! --nervous --very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses --not destroyed --not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily --how calmly I can tell you the whole story. It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain; but once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was none. Passion there was none. I loved the old man. He had never wronged me. He had never given me insult. For his gold I had no desire. I think it was his eye! yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture --a pale blue eye, with a film over it. Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees --very gradually --I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever. Now this is the point. You fancy me mad. Madmen know nothing. But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded --with what caution --with what foresight --with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him. And every night, about midnight, I turned the latch of his door and opened it --oh so gently! And then, when I had made an opening sufficient for my head, I put in a dark lantern, all closed, closed, that no light shone out, and then I thrust in my head. Oh, you would have laughed to see how cunningly I thrust it in! I moved it slowly --very, very slowly, so that I might not disturb the old man's sleep. It took me an hour to place my whole head within the opening so far that I could see him as he lay upon his bed. Ha! would a madman have been so wise as this, And then, when my head was well in the room, I undid the lantern cautiously-oh, so cautiously --cautiously (for the hinges creaked) --I undid it just so much that a single thin ray fell upon the vulture eye. And this I did for seven long nights --every night just at midnight --but I found the eye always closed; and so it was impossible to do the work; for it was not the old man who vexed me, but his Evil Eye. And every morning, when the day broke, I went boldly into the chamber, and spoke courageously to him, calling him by name in a hearty tone, and inquiring how he has passed the night. So you see he would have been a very profound old man, indeed, to suspect that every night, just at twelve, I looked in upon him while he slept...