Oswald+Dembowski

"Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..."

Hello and welcome to my poetry page. I have some poems that I have written including a sonnet, ode praise etc… As you might see I am an inexperience poet and a thing I did to write these poems at least some-what well was I would listen to non-lyrical music and I would use the mood of the song to write some of the poems. The poem I am most proud of is my sonnet poem “the price of freedom.” I put a lot of heart into that and I used interpersonal conflicts, which almost questions the interpretation of some things. As far as my Ode poem goes I think I was just hungry when writing that and for my praise poem I wrote about how I got a scar on my lip skateboarding. Also I hope you enjoy my page.
 * Introduction/Statement**

My dad has bought me tacos. Which he has bought with his own money. I attempted to grab them like a thief with no control.
 * Ode to Tacos**

The first instinct to swipe them and eat as savage as a barbarian but my he asked for my patience

O How I could not wait For patience was not a virtue in my mind like a treasure glared by pirates eyes.

As sly as possible I grabbed one and felt the crumbs fall like daggers on the floor. The taste was so good. That my stomach was in a meadow of its own.

O How I extremely adore the beautiful beefy taste in my mouth. Ode to Tacos For they make my patience vanish at first sight Ode to Tacos For creating heaven in my mouth.

To the cashiers that day who treated me when I was in pain one afternoon. I was 12 at the time and I had attempted to start a once desired profession. My head felt like it was in war with itself. The fall which I had no recollection of gave me a large puzzle to solve. But I knew, felt and tasted the nasty hard ground and time called for a rest. Praise to the cashiers who ran to me to ask my if I was ok. For I now i was starting the puzzle again. And praise to my mother who even though had the angry look on her face had the support for me as I felt the blood rushing down my chin Gave a conclusion to the puzzle And praise to the scar on the lip which made those praises possible.
 * Praise poem**


 * Riff Poem**

"My soul shall find itself alone" For the paths desired are too far to reach. But if my soul decides to give in will it just be over?

My world is the sky with endless boundaries But my fate is as narrow as the mouse hole in the wall The wandering soul knows no rest as my choices become more luminous

If my fate becomes content my wrongs shall make me stronger but if my fate spirals downward karma will get the best of me and my soul shall find itself alone...


 * Price of Freedom Sonnet**

I am in need of the question of life For battles rage on with an endless strife For we ask what is the price of freedom And why does it only show in kingdom

I look upon the moonlight wandering Looking at the skies above pondering What is the essential question I ask? Is it happiness or is it a task? Why are we chosen to fight in a war? When we don’t even know what were fighting for?

We fear for the safety of our daughters. Because of an ancient hymn sung by the waters. For the destiny we seek is not ours And the price of freedom we seek is chosen by the hours. media type="file" key="2-21 The Price of Freedom.mp3"

code She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
 * George Gordon Byron**

One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impaired the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow, So soft, so calm, yet eloquent, The smiles that win, the tints that glow, But tell of days in goodness spent, A mind at peace with all below, A heart whose love is innocent! code media type="file" key="01 Track 01.m4a"

George Gordon Byron was a famous poet back in the 1800’s. As for his poems they are very well written poems and they follow a very simple format. All of his poems follow AB rhyme schemes. For example this stanza:

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies (lines 1-6)

As you can also see this poems talks about love and describes of a girls beauty as of which most of his poems do. Also his language in his poems reflects a lot on the language used in that time period. Also the way his poems are broken up, he leaves an indent after every other line and looking at these 3 poems it seems as though to the second line always backs up the pervious line to what he is saying and he does this very figuratively.

code So, we'll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And the moon be still as bright.

For the sword outwears its sheath, And the soul wears out the breast, And the heart must pause to breathe, And love itself have rest.

Though the night was made for loving, And the day returns too soon, Yet we'll go no more a roving By the light of the moon.

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code When we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this.

The dew of the morning Sunk chill on my brow-- It felt like the warning Of what I feel now. Thy vows are all broken, And light is thy fame; I hear thy name spoken, And share in its shame.

They name thee before me, A knell to mine ear; A shudder comes o'er me-- Why wert thou so dear? They know not I knew thee, Who knew thee too well-- Long, long shall I rue thee, Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-- In silence I grieve, That thy heart could forget, Thy spirit deceive. If I should meet thee After long years, How should I greet thee?-- With silence and tears. code