RachelPatterson

"Words written in verse may speak volumes when those spoken do not."- Caressia Combs

Tall, dark, and handsome, You, my pen, are the only one for me.
 * __An Ode To My Pen (Ode)__**

Your smooth body and your slender appearance, Never could I settle for anything more.

For without you, I would be subject to a pencil, The harsh lead scraping against my paper like a scalpel in a surgeons hand, Gouging at the soft skin of my journal, Like a yellow, wooden knife, Evil point, I couldn’t bear to withstand.

Or would I be forced to use a keyboard? The sharp edges of each key piercing the tips of my fingers, The hard, cold plastic, The faint gray letters, It would be too agonizing for my soul.

My dear friend pen, How could I go on without you? If you were to ever run out on me, In my desperate time of need, I would surely be doomed.

I was at grandma’s house. In the heat of the summer day, When the phone rang loud and violently. Who could that be? I’ll never know unless I answer.
 * __Buried Alive (Praise Poem)__**

My hand slid against the cordless receiver. I pressed my ear against it just to hear you say, “Hey baby.” That scraggly, coarse voice, Like you've been buried alive.

No dad. I do not wish to speak to you anymore. Why are you calling me here? Don’t you know that I don’t love you anymore?

I called my mom to let her know what you did. I was only nine. I was only a little girl. How do you live with yourself? Knowing that you walked out on my sister and I?

What was once there has long disappeared. You know, it’s impossible to get it back. So give up.

Over and over again, It's the same complex routine, Like a broken roller coaster that never stops, A continuous ride we can't escape.
 * __It Never Ends (Riff Poem)__**

We'll never get anywhere if you can't accept it. We'll never get anywhere if you refuse to see.

This is a constant battle we face. And you don't make it any better. I can taste the bitter spice of forgetting, I live the pain of our downfall, But it never goes away, It's just out of my reach.

You can't just push it aside. It's time to realize.

We'll never get anywhere if you can't accept it. We'll never get anywhere if you refuse to see.

This circle never ends, And it's time that you, Just face it, Don't pretend, That it's over.

(Some lines taken for "This Circle" by Paramore)

I hate waking up on a rainy morning, The sound of water hitting my windowpane, For my anger is so great that I must wear a warning, Oh only He knows how much I despise the rain.
 * Artwork to Accompany**
 * __I Hate The Rain__ __(Sonnet)__**

Wrath floods my veins like that of an ocean, Pouring lies into a sea of terror once begun. Fueling fires to make waves of commotion, Tearing seams to make life come undone.

Curse the water that falls from the wretched sky, Forcing gloom amongst the people below, Why bring black clouds in the midst of July? I should be glad that she didn’t bring snow.

No one understands why the rain is so annoying, But just think of all the fun it's always destroying.

When I write, I try not to stress too much. Of course I pay attention to the way I use figurative language and the way I convey emotion. But when it comes to the topic I chose to write about, I always go for what ever is on my mind at that moment. It can be about anything from heartbreak to ice cream to school. As long I feel strongly about the subject and it draws me in emotionally, It becomes an ideal theme for me to jot down.
 * __A Statement About My Own Poetry__**

__Poems by Dylan Thomas__
 * Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night**

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

 * A Process In The Weather Of The Heart**

Pulls down the shabby curtains of the skin; And the heart gives up its dead.

 * January 1939**

Or spray-based and rock-chested sea: Over the past table I repeat this present grace.
Dylan Thomas is a very down-to-earth writer who has gone through a lot of struggles in his past. In all three of his poems above, he describes many different situations.
 * Poetry Analysis**

In his poem, “Do Not Go Gentle into that Good Night,” he talks about rebellion and protest. In lines 7 to 11, he says that the men “danced in a green bay,” meaning that they ran around in an outcry. He also mentions “rage” and “wild men,” signifying that these people were very loud and uncivilized.

In his poem, “A Process In The Weather Of The Heart,” he discusses how an event can affect a person’s emotions. For example, in lines 1 and 2, he says that a “process in the weather of the heart can turn damp to dry.” This means that a single event can change someone’s mood from happy to sad. In lines 7 to 9, he talks about how blindness can “drive in death,” meaning that with a simple birth defect that occurs in the womb, one’s life can be altered.

In his poem titled, “January 1939,” he talks about how bad the weather was and what danger it had to people. In lines 7 to 11, he talks about a homeless man who is stuck camping outside in the wretched wind. He says that the wind could “pluck a goose.” In lines 23 and 24, he says, “If the dead starve, let their stomachs turn to tumble,” meaning that the poor people were starving to the point where they were almost dead. Food was almost impossible to find.

To conclude, these three poems by Dylan Thomas are very powerful. They speak of very realistic issues that the world encounters.