Jasmine+Hollerway

My name is Jasmine Hollerway and this is my poetry. I've been writing for years. It's a good way to express myself. I enjoy writing poetry. I don't have any specific style; I just right in whatever way I'm feeling. I get inspirations from life experience and anything that makes an impression on me. Most of the time, my poetry portrays the thoughts that I can't explain except through poetry. The sonnet was an interesting piece to write. I was thinking about the way i viewed my life at one point in time. In the lines, **"I cannot breathe and the voices faded, take me away from a life so shaded,"** I was describing a time that one might feel separated from everyone and feeling like they are always under the rain cloud so to speak.

I would have to say that the ode was the hardest for me to write. I couldn't think of what to make it about. I finally set on eyes. The lines, **"They tell the truth when your mouth might lie, their expressions change like the whether, when your emotions pass by,"** really is saying that even though a person can use their words to tell lies, your eyes can be the first to give you away. The second part is really saying that a person's eyes change with their emotions. I tired to use metaphors to create mental images for readers.

The Ghazel was probably the easiest for me to write. When I started off, I just took a word that I know is easy to rhyme and then put a word after it that would create a good foundation for a sentence. Then I just started creating sentences because the ending was all ready done and rhymed. I really just worked backwards. **"Life comes rushing like water towards me, and to this wall I'm bound again,"** this line is describing the way life makes me feel at times. Like there is no escaping a almost certain fate. All you can do is take it. I enjoyed this poem the most.


 * My Poetry**


 * Sonnet:**

I really don't know how to understand Things are not as simple as I had planned I can't see light or feel warmth from the sun Now that it's happened, I know that life's done I cannot breathe and the voices faded Take me away from a life so shaded

Tell me how to live, how to just be me There’s so much more to life that I can’t see Inflate me with all the love I once had Show life in a way that isn’t so bad If I let them in, it can hurt so much Scarred and damaged, but it is still no crutch


 * Ode To Eyes:**

The key to the soul, they tell me what’s inside All eyes aren’t “honest” but they’ll tell me what your like Different colors like the different people we are Both aren’t always the same like the many faces one soul might have They tell the truth when your mouth might lie Their expressions change like the whether, when your emotions pass by Some are dull and pale shades of grey Some are glassy diamonds, bright in the day Some are hard and wise, telling stories of a life Some eyes are the sharpest blades, cutting through me like a knife Eyes are also how we see and guide ourselves through the unknown Eyes help us see what isn’t clearly shown


 * Ghazel**:

I always run away, try to block it and it comes Around again

I think I’ve hid from the world, And having to know others and then I’m Found again

Life comes rushing like water towards me, and to this wall I’m Bound again

I get to close because I’m weak then when I get my mind back, I stomp it to the Ground again

Then I convince myself I’m meant to be alone, and ignore it when my heart makes that Sound again

I buckle under my own weight, but like a spring action bone crusher I’m Wound again

I’ll let myself burn in this fire, yet I know I can’t melt off the pain Right there I make myself stay till all that’s left is this ash Mound again

**A Dream Within a Dream**
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?

**Alone**
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring-- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow--I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone-- And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone-- Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-- From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder, and the storm-- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view--

**Song**
I saw thee on thy bridal day- When a burning blush came o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay, The world all love before thee:

And in thine eye a kindling light (Whatever it might be) Was all on Earth my aching sight Of Loveliness could see.

That blush, perhaps, was maiden shame- As such it well may pass- Though its glow hath raised a fiercer flame In the breast of him, alas!

Who saw thee on that bridal day, When that deep blush would come o'er thee, Though happiness around thee lay; The world all love before thee.

__Edgar Allen Poe's Poetry__
Edgar Allen Poe is a very creative and talented writer. He had his own personal style and was known for the horror of some of his work.