Poetry English 3 by HAILEY SCHNEIDER

Not Verb, but Vertigo by: Eleni Sikelianos

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:20:50 UTC

A yellow scraping across my skin when
I write the word “sky”
 
Not sky but scything :
  	to let day be scraped out
        	 by night
 
I scratched down the word “flower” & felt
   the parts draw away from the tongue.
  	Not gnomon, grown*man, but ghost :
        	to gnaw on the crisp
                    	skin once it’s been stripped
                    	down from the meat
 
the neat meat
 
hiding under the table
of the skin’s
tablatures
 
right at the juncture where day/night meet
you can see it indicated by the perforated lines
 
what parts of us that don’t cast a shadow

The first line of this poem is iambic.

When I Rise Up by: Georgia Douglas Johnson

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:23:38 UTC

When I rise up above the earth,
And look down on the things that fetter me,
I beat my wings upon the air,
Or tranquil lie,
Surge after surge of potent strength
Like incense comes to me
When I rise up above the earth
And look down upon the things that fetter me.

This is written without rhyme, the poet wrote it in an iambic style.

Corpse Flower by: Vanessa Angelica Villarreal

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:35:08 UTC

Yesterday, the final petal curled its soft lure into bone.

The flowerhead shed clean, I gathered up your spine

and built you on a dark day. You are still missing

some parts. Each morning, I curl red psalms into the shells

in your chest. I have buried each slow light: cardinal’s yolk, live seawater,

my trenza, a piece of my son’s umbilical cord, and still you don’t return.

A failure fragrant as magic. Ascend the spirit into the design. 

My particular chiron: the record that your perfect feet ever graced

this earth. Homing signal adrift among stars, our tender impossible longing. 

What have I made of your sacrifice. This bone: it is myself.

This is a poem written in trochee pattern.

Never give all the heart by: W.B. Yeats

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:45:32 UTC

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.

This poem has end rhyme on each line. It makes the poem almost playful and not so serious.

I shall forget you presently, my dear (Sonnet IV) by: Edna St. Vincent Millay

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:49:04 UTC

I shall forget you presently, my dear,
So make the most of this, your little day,
Your little month, your little half a year
Ere I forget, or die, or move away,
And we are done forever; by and by
I shall forget you, as I said, but now,
If you entreat me with your loveliest lie
I will protest you with my favorite vow.
I would indeed that love were longer-lived,
And vows were not so brittle as they are,
But so it is, and nature has contrived
To struggle on without a break thus far,—
Whether or not we find what we are seeking
Is idle, biologically speaking.

I think that this is a poem after a divorce or a really bad breakup. She is saying that it was hard to separate and break the vows with his lies. This poem is written in iambic pentameter and it is a sonnet.

Loves Body by: Jonathan Wells

hschneider5 — 2018-02-15 16:51:05 UTC

Love gives all its reasons
as if they were terms for peace.
Love is this but not that
that but not this.
Love as it always was.

But there is no peace in the mountain
cleft where the fruit bats scatter
from the light.
There is no peace in the hollow when
the heat snuffs night’s blue candle.

The outline of brown leaves on
the beach is the wind’s body.

A crow is squawking at the sun
as if the screech itself is dawn.
Let me hear every perfect note.
How I loved that jasper morning.

This poem uses a lot of anaphora with different phrases to put more emphasis on what they are saying. It also uses a metaphor, "...brown leaves on the beach is the wind's body". I think this poem means that love is in everything, you just have to look a little harder to find it sometimes. Love is not always plain as day right in front of you, you have to be willing to look for it.

Invisible by: Hunter Hayes

hschneider5 — 2018-02-19 16:47:52 UTC

Crowded hallways are the loneliest places
For outcasts and rebels
Or anyone who just dares to be different
And you've been trying for so long
To find out where your place is
But in their narrow minds
There's no room for anyone who dares to do something different
Oh, but listen for a minute

Trust the one
Who's been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Those words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
And you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
Someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
Oh, invisible

So your confidence is quiet
To them quiet looks like weakness
But you don't have to fight it
'Cause you're strong enough to win without a war
Every heart has a rhythm
Let yours beat out so loudly
That everyone can hear it
Yeah, I promise you don't need to hide it anymore
Oh, and never be afraid of doing something different
Dare to be something more

Trust the one
Who's been where you are wishing all it was
Was sticks and stones
Yeah, the words cut deep but they don't mean you're all alone
And you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more of this life than what you're feeling now
And someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible

These labels that they give you
just 'cause they don't understand
If you look past this moment
You'll see you've got a friend
Waving a flag for who you are
And all you're gonna do
Yeah, so here's to you
And here's to anyone who's ever felt invisible

Yeah, and you're not invisible
Hear me out,
There's so much more to life than what you're feeling now
And someday you'll look back on all these days
And all this pain is gonna be invisible
It'll be invisible

This song is about how people are seen as invisible. He is telling them that they don't have to be not seen anymore, he sees them and knows how they feel. He is saying that it does get better in life and it doesn't always have to be bad This song is written in a trochee meter.

Grandpa by: The Judds

hschneider5 — 2018-02-19 16:48:54 UTC

Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Sometimes it feels like this world's gone crazy
And Grandpa, take me back to yesterday
When the line between right and wrong
Didn't seem so hazy

Grandpa, everything is changing fast
We call it progress, but I just don't know
And Grandpa, let's wander back into the past
And paint me the picture of long ago

Did lovers really fall in love to stay
And stand beside each other, come what may?
Was a promise really something people kept
Not just something they would say and then forget
Did families really bow their heads to pray
Did daddies really never go away?
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days
Oh, Grandpa, tell me 'bout the good old days

This song is about how a granddaughter is asking her grandpa how it was when he was growing up. The girl is curious to if things were the same then as they are now. This is written in an iambic pattern.

by: me

hschneider5 — 2018-02-20 16:25:16 UTC

There she goes,
walking away from everything.

This poem is a short love story or life story. It keeps people guessing about what will happen. This is a non-rhyming couplet that is trochee. It could be interpreted in several different ways, it could mean that she just broke up with someone or she could be moving. There are an endless number of possibilities as to what this poem could mean.

by: me

hschneider5 — 2018-02-20 16:26:21 UTC

I am so dumb,
this project is late,
I look like a bum,
but I guess I took the bait.

This is a short rhyming tetrameter poem. It is a true story about my life right now. I don't have a computer/internet at my house so I have no time to work on things like this at home and it took a lot of class time to even find the poems. Not really sure that you will even read this though considering you won't take this assignment late.