Dyamond+Logan

 ** Welcome To My World Of Poetry ** toc



**"Words written in verse may speak volumes when those spoken do not.-Caressia Combs**
This is an appealing quote to me because many times the words that i want to say can never be grasped by my voice. However, soon as i get the feeling to write with my pen and my notebook many words are flown from my brain. The flow like the thought "til the end of time." I believe the artist is agreeing with the statement you can write more than you can say. It comes more freely and willingly without the "what if's" and "i hope" phrases that come out our mouth before we speak. Writing is the new communication of words to express ones feelings at that moment in time.

  The way you make me feel is real. Your love flows through me like a river. It causes my whole body to quiver. I find your love for me ideal. Something I yearn to have in my life. Our love is so weird but yet deep. I see me as the husband and you as the wife. Your love is something I am willing to keep. From every touch. I cannot and will not get enough. Im your beautiful queen your heartbeat is my favorite song to sing. Don't need materialistic things like a diamond ring Because your love is my best everything. = -My Sonnet = = = 

You are my biggest desire. Your simplest touch conceals my heart There is this addiction you leave me with I choose not to have no remedy for it I rather go through life with the tribulations we may deal with Your smile warms the coldest winter ever Leave you, in the cold, never your tears pour down like summer rain So, refreshing you send me into a mental rebirth I feel pure happiness and no hurt I wonder how your presences sends me insane Without you, i will never be the same You found away in my mind From the soft, silhouette memorable memories of all time I adore you, i know you know, but listen to me our hearts will intertwine How can a man like you taste my words And hear my thoughts pure silence. I think I am a patient of your love I need no ambulance, you right here is the perfect stance. = -My Ode = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif;">**I<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> am free. **<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> Free like a bird so be ready to fly. Standing up, making my voice heard so be ready to fly. stabbing people, ha! how absurd so be ready to fly the reality that is not preferred, so be ready to fly. Dr.King speech must not be heard, so be ready to fly the feeling most unheard, so be ready to fly The feeling is trying to be emerged, so be ready to fly The beautiful inner you that should have let occurred, so be ready to fly All the abhorrent memories are blurred, so be ready to fly. Live me, grasp every feeling, moment, pain, and word, so be ready to fly <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> -My Ghazzle = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block; font-size: 260%;">**Meet Me The Author:** = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"><span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; text-align: left; display: block;"> I write poetry that comes from the heart. It states the feelings I am feeling at the moment. Most of the time people cannot understand my many concepts and why I do the things I do. I came across many judgments and assumptions many have proclaim about me and they are minisucle but yet a repulsive act of detestation. I wont feel ache and pain but yet joy and thrill. With this thrill I write poetry. Most of the time I write free-write, and at times I may rhyme a little bit. I write my poems to a variety of and audience. Sometimes it be a lover, friend, parent, society, myself, nature, any addiction that comes to mind. I am an complex person, and I live for diversity. I am one individual and I live for myself and my dream. I engraved my name in stone so you will never forget it. My name is <span style="color: rgb(0, 128, 128);"><span style="font-size: 140%; color: rgb(128, 0, 128);">__Vinny B__.
 * I am peace.**
 * I am ignorance.**
 * I am failure.**
 * I am racism.**
 * I am pain.**
 * I am hope.**
 * I am pride.**
 * I am your past.**
 * I am life.**



=<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">**My 21 Questions** = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> 1.)Why do we manipulate our women 2.)Why do we misuse the word “love” 3.)Why are women always considered a “bitch or hoe” 4.)Why do we show more love on myspace than in the streets? 5.)Why do we make more babies than beats? 6.)Why do we have to believe in society counterfeit lies of humanity? 7.)Why must I feel less than standing next to my peer? 8.)Why can’t beauty be looked at from the inside out? 9.)Why must one male damage his privilege? 10.)Why do we have more African American males in the system than in college? 12.)Why we have more African American mothers than wives? 13.)Why must cyber chat be the new physical contact? 14,)How can materialistic things make a person? 15,)Does anyone look at personality anymore? 16.)How can society break a person? 17.)Why do we have young children hustling and cursing? 18.)Why do a male want relations, and not relationship? 19.)Why is my skin color such a big contradiction? 20.)Why does it take downfalls, to realize a person's worth <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">21.)Why cant I find my history in an up to date notebook
 * Why am I writing these questions, because I am mortified by all of this.**

=<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">** Gwendolyn Brooks ** = =<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> = <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">

Gwendolyn Brooks was born Topeka, Kansas. She started loving literature at the age of 7. She spent most of her childhood reading books, and writing because her parents were strict. They did not let her play with the other children in the neighborhood. As a result, she was very shy as a child and inot her adulthood. She then married, and had two children. She wrote her first book was entitled “A Street In Bronzeville” in 1945. ) was published and received the Pulitzer Prize for poetry in 1950, becoming the first African American to receive this prestigious award in poetry. In the 1990’s she was an English Prfoessor at Columbia Univesity. She died at the age o f 83. Her writing has no type of style, she kept it at a free verse, type of format.

She is did not just write poems, but she also did essays. She was very into the whole english environment. She wrote sonnets, ballads, and rythms of the blues. When she wrote her poems she made sure that the character was never forgotten after being written, because she shows whatever happens in there day to day lives. When she wrote her essays she would writes as if she had a strong, stern voice. When she makes her characters she tends to keep them as urban people lving in the city. When she writes she does not blame the wrong doings on society but, tries to make the person and society go hand an dhand. She was an mavelous writer, she won many awards for her excellent writing skiils.

<span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">In one of her most memorable poems titled **"A Good Man"** she talks about what consist of an good man. She thinks one who is an <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 90%;">" He is still enhancer, renouncer." Meaning as though he does something for her that she cannot so herself. He provides her with this rebirth of an mind menatility, physically, and emotionally. He kind of plays as a remedy to the many things she may bot be able to comprehend. In many of her poems she has a varies of audience becuase she speaks on behalf of how she feels at the moment in time. Another one of her mos famous is the poem **"The Mother"** she states in the beginning of her poem "Abortions will not let you forget, you remember the children you got that you did not get." Which is one stanza in the poem that stuck out to me so much. Many of the time we as African American young ladies is that we have these relations with men and then we at times do no think of the precuations. When we get these abortions we think that the child is dead and gone but, in reality it lives on. There is no meaning way to get rid of a child you have made. It will always be apart of you, forever and ever. Also, that we love the children we have made no matter hwat the status if hem really may be.

Mrs.Brooks inspired many poets today such as me myself. Her style of writing and the things she writes about connects to me. It causes me to think of the things i will always overlook.

To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
 * To Be In Love**

You look at things Through his eyes. A cardinal is red. A sky is blue. Suddenly you know he knows too.

He is not there but You know you are tasting together The winter, or a light spring weather. His hand to take your hand is overmuch. Too much too bear.

You cannot look in his eyes Because you rpulse must not say What must not be said. When he, Shuts a door- Is not there_

Your arms are water. And you are free With a ghastly freedom.

You are the beautiful half Of a golden hurt.

You remember and covet his mouth To touch, to whisper on. Oh when to declare Is certain Death! Oh when to apprize Is to mesmerize, To see fall down, the Column of Gold, Into the commonest ash. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;">

Abortions will not let you forget. You remember the children you got that you did not get, The damp small pulps with a little or with no hair, The singers and workers that never handled the air.
 * The Mother**

You will never neglect or beat Them, or silence or buy with a sweet. You will never wind up the sucking-thumb Or scuttle off ghosts that come.

You will never leave them, controlling your luscious sigh, Return for a snack of them, with gobbling mother-eye.

I have heard in the voices of the wind the voices of my dim killed children. I have contracted.

I have eased My dim dears at the breasts they could never suck. I have said, Sweets, if I sinned, if I seized Your luck And your lives from your unfinished reach,

If I stole your births and your names, Your straight baby tears and your games, Your stilted or lovely loves, your tumults, your marriages, aches, and your deaths,

If I poisoned the beginnings of your breaths, Believe that even in my deliberateness I was not deliberate.

Though why should I whine, Whine that the crime was other than mine?-- Since anyhow you are dead. Or rather, or instead, You were never made.

But that too, I am afraid, Is faulty: oh, what shall I say, how is the truth to be said?

You were born, you had body, you died. It is just that you never giggled or planned or cried.

Believe me, I loved you all. Believe me, I knew you, though faintly, and I loved, I loved you All. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif;"> We real cool. We Left school.
 * We Real Cool**

We Lurk late. We Strike straight.

We Sing sin. We Thin gin. <span style="font-family: Georgia,serif; font-size: 150%;"> We Jazz June. We Die soon.


 * -These Three Poems Were Written By Gwendolyn Brooks. An Amazing Poet**

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