Literature- Poems
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AmericaWalt Whitman- (extended metaphor poem)
"O Captain! my Captain!" O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You’ve fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult O shores, and ring O bells! But I with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Christopher Poindexter- (free verse) The problem with love these days is that society has taught the human race to stare at people with their eyes rather than their souls. "i am something new." you must tell yourself. "i am the beginning and end of a story that will never be lived again. i am new earth and new air and new words. i am as fresh as birth. i am significant." you have to defeat reality with that imagination of yours. i say "of yours" because everyone is capable of having one. we have to create our own worlds and people and cities and seas that make this life more bearable when it becomes detrimental. that is what writing stories and reading them is all about. we sail on the wings of either our own words or others. R.M. Drake - (free verse) there is nothing out here... it is all inside, it is all in my head. the things that happen do not exist unless I give them meaning. to be able to define everything is where my greatest weakness lies. to be able to feel is the chaos I need to make sense of the things that strike me. People strike me, love strikes me and everything else moves me in such a way that I could barely understand. I feel and everything I feel is nothing, nothing but an extension of the mind and of the heart I was born with. |