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The soft subtle sound of snow sploshing underneath your boots.

The blistering cold wind that greets your dry cracked skin.

Starting  your car in pitch black darkness and then retreating back into the house.

The regret from raking up leaves that should removed long before.

The childish joy from drinking hot cocoa to warm your whole body.

Sliding around the road from the translucent ice that lingers just above the roadways.

The dread of clearing the driveway off when there's plenty of snowfall but school doesn’t get cancelled all before the sun thinks of peeking its head out.

The Tranquility of snow dancing around streetlights in the midnight hours.

Occasionally quacking of the lone pack of mallards who are long past due to find refuge from the howling winds.

Coming home from Thanksgiving dinner feeling like a marshmallow

Losing motivation to get out of bed underneath a stack of warm blankets.

A rare gathering of family members, around a pine tree, who rarely find the time to see each other.

The sweet lingering scent of Grandmas Christmas cookies that the everyone loves

Letting children stay up past their bedtime to watch the ball drop in Times Square.

Watching the high school sports teams play while the band plays familiar tunes.

Changing from one radio station to another to avoid Christmas music.

The warm fireplace coddling your body into a sweltering embrace.

Climbing the mountain of snow that is crafted by the snowplows.

Wondering if it is day or night after taking a noon nap.

Having more snow at Thanksgiving than at Christmas.

Enjoying Frosty the snowman melt away because the rebirth of spring is just around the corner.

1. The topic is Winter and experiences that I have had during a normal winter.

2. The speaker could be anyone who has lived through a winter with snow and sub zero temperatures

3. The audience is someone who has not experienced a winter with blistering cold and lots of snow

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This is a poem with some rhythm and some rhyme

At its heart it's about america's most confusing crime

Who has the right to throw another man away and make him do time

Take away a mother, a father, a lover, a giver, but all we see is a sinner

Drug dealer

Chemical angel

Here's the twist

it's a pharmacist

Discrimination in the American nation without hesitation.

Historic, that you can never get euphoric

Go back in time

California’s continued clear cut discrimination to change the Chinese

Opium dens no more and no more immigrants in 1882.

Three strikes and you’re out without a doubt.

Nationally half the jails are filled with drug offenders

But who is the real worst Offender?

Those who render households stale and frail

Who has the right to throw someone else in jail

Caffeine or amphetamine

One is a drink that looks like a unicorn on a cloud

the other is a one way ticket for your life down the sink

Sink or swim depends on the drug laws whim.

Pop, Pop, Pop the sound of air bubbles the public let go as they drown in sorrow

Cannabis can help those with glaucoma

But the feds can’t see it

Highly dangerous, Highly addictive, with no known medical usage they say

Schedule 1 blanket prohibition No prescription. End of discussion.

1. The speaker is the American public who is concerned about the War on Drugs mass incarceration and the highest per capita Jail/Prison population of any nation. I

2. I wrote this to bring up a handful of the issues that surround America’s drug laws. America’s first drug law was created exclusively to push away the Chinese immigrants who used opium. Another topic is that Cannabis is technically a schedule 1 drug meaning the federal government believes it is highly dangerous, highly addictive, and has no known medical usage. On the other hand both Desoxyn (Methamphetamine), Cocaine, or Fentanyl are listed as a schedule 2 drug meaning it is seen as Highly addictive, Highly dangerous, but has a known medical usage meaning they can be prescribed to a patient. Fentanyl is estimated to be 50-100 times more potent than morphine and has been one cause in the rise of opioiddeaths in the U.S.

3. The emotion or tone is discontent.

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The first step does not let your feet submerge into the abyss. It is a push foreword.

Dreams become a tour guide to what you strive for.

A few steps further something starts to tingle.

Frustration, hesitation, and finally infatuation for the overwhelming change.

Awe strikes as the world from top to bottom becomes a cloud, painted with a brush dripping of euphoria and warmth.

Slowing down to enjoy the view and smell the roses they turn them bitter.

They fade into a dark wrinkled red as they drop from the bush the called home.

Veering off the path further, a waterfall comes into sight.

Illuminated by your own curiosity it shines like gemstones.

A trip, a slip, and a dip brings you crashing into the waterfall with the thunderous roar of a cannon ball. BOOM.

Absorbing experiences that surround, you emerge from a slumber.

Carrying out a mundane day as normal leads to a restless night without the pleasantness of such vivid dreaming.

Dreaming to dream once again you chase your dreams.

Back breaking bankruptcy from said dreams leaving an unfilled void.

But before beginning to give up you  strive for doing more.

For some that is to study longer, some it's to run the extra mile or even fly to moon.

For those who do, may the dreams of reaching your dreams come true.

Do more, make it yours, everyday is new a day to chase dreams or to push them away.

Because you never know when your last night to dream will happen.

The speaker is someone trying to encourage others to go out and to try their best. Do something new or do what you’re doing right now even better.

The audience is someone who is looking for a bit of guidance in the right direction on life’s path

1. I found this significant to me because I found pushing myself to do more by 10% and getting a return of about 30% and appreciating how much I got out of the little bit more effort I put.

2. I want to communicate that no matter where you find yourself in life that it is critical to reach for something greater. For someone that may mean running the extra mile. In my case sometimes that means going to bed past midnight

3. I found this video many years ago on Youtube on the trending section.

4. The poem will feature high levels hyperbole, imagery that will offer both a visualization and physical feeling. Although not a poetic element the emotion behind the writing of the poem.

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Morning skies, a consolidation of black and white: Gray

The perfect image of Yin and Yang.

Oh what a colorless day.

Dragging my body like the corpse it has become. See my friends in the hall: Hey.

No matter what I do I can’t shake the feeling of being a zombie.

Oh what a friendly day.

Walk into class and have the test pushed back till next week: Yay.

As happy as a kid on Christmas.

Oh what a merry day.

Get to the parking lot only to see a white parking ticket on my car: Pay.

From the corner of my eye I the glistening parking pass.

Oh what a painful day.

Now I want to be in a hammock, floating in the clouds: Lay.

The laziness of a kola overcomes me.

Oh what draining day.

Spring breaks through the dark winter months and new life: May.

Like a mother letting go of her kids, roses spring from the bush.

Oh what a fruitful day.

College searching in California is an expedition into the Amazon: U.C.L.A

Adventuring in a new city to call my home.

Oh what an overwhelming day.

What wondrous woven rays of light gleefully illuminate the sky and brings smiles: Gay.

Cameras pointed up to capture such a fun time.

Oh what a celebration of a day.

A short little poem about what I have to say.

Oh what a Hey, May, Gay, Lay, Pay, yay kind of U.C.L.A kind of day.

1.  The speaker is myself talking about the of end last school year before going to california where I toured a few schools.

2. The audience is anyone hearing the stories I tell from my trip and the lead up to the trip.

3. The words just seemed to flow when rhyming with “ay” and then I thought of the school U.C.L.A.