Love Poem

It makes us smile

it makes us glad

but sometimes he can make us mad.

He makes us mad

when we're without

or when sometimes he gives us doubt.

Sometimes he, or is he she

can fill the sad with endless glee!

Can tell a story

be said without thought

but this dear friend, mus'nt be bought.

For sometimes he

or even she

can rip happy and glee from me.

But if strong

we'll make it through

no four words as powerful

as the phrase, "I love you".

October 30th

Tomorrow= the day of the dead!!!!!!!!!!!! also Rodney's birthday, yay.
What will you be?
I will be a faerie. I wanted to be a gypsy, but my parents will not buy me a costume. I was thinking that I could just use clothes of my own from in my closet, but that's boring. So I will be stealing my sisters faerie costume and wearing it. It is purple and has pretty wings. My friends Taylor and Louisa will be trick or treating with me in my neighborhood because it is the best place for candy. Is it silly that we are still trick or treating at the age of seventeen? I think not! After trick or treating I was going to sleep over at Oliver's. I hope I actually end up doing so. We were going to hang out on Halloween and watch scary movies but he has to work. Oliver is trying to get someone to take his shift but I doubt it will happen because its Halloween and no one wants to take that shift! So, I'm very excited for Halloween tomorrow.
I'm also very tired, however. Thankfully, I got to sleep last night. It was the first time in weeks I could say I got a full nights sleep, only waking up once!

Playing With Poetry

-Rhythm: movement or procedure with uniform or patterned recurrence of a beat, accent, or the like. or a patterned repetition of a motif, formal element, etc., at regular or irregular intervals in the same or a modified form.

-Rhyme scheme: the pattern of rhymes used in a poem, usually marked by letters to symbolize correspondences, as rhyme royal, ababbcc.

-Alliteration: the commencement of two or more words of a word group with the same letter.

-Anaphora: repetition of a word or words at the beginning of two or more successive verses, clauses, or sentences.

-Consonance: the use of the repetition of consonants or consonant patterns as a rhyming device.

-Assonance: rhyme in which the same vowel sounds are used with different consonants in the stressed syllables of the rhyming words.

Toby

I made a new friend this weekend. My new friend is named Toby. Toby is a little stuffed dog that Ollie won for me in a clawmachine. Ollie and I didn't go to homecomming, we went out to eat instead. We were then going to have a hotel room rented out but Mike's credit card wouldn't work and neither I or Ollie are eighteen so we can't rent out our own hotel room. Anywho, we went out to eat at California Pizza Kitchen, and then wandered around the mall for a little bit. Neither of us had been to Southdale for a while so we didn't realize there were now clawmachines there. Ollie likes to win me things, so he tried to win me a friend from the machine. The machine was rigged, of course, so it was difficult at first! The claw would pick up an animal, start to bring it over to the entryway to my world, but the grasp the claw had on my friend would losten and he would fall back to his doom. Ollie wouldn't give up though, for he knew I wanted a puppy or dragon or teddy real badly. That is when Toby was chosen. A little brown puppy with a macaroni nose was caught by the claw, and released from his prison. Toby was happy as can be to have a new mommy like me. As Ollie and I crawled into bed that night, we had our new friend Toby to keep us company.

Metaphor: Butterfly

Love is a butterfly.

I believe love is a butterfly because butterflies are beautiful and free. Love is beautiful and it, in our country, is a right we possess to express how we wish. But love is also a butterfly because some are hurt and fall and die. Love grows over time the way a butterfly goes through metamorphosis and changes into something else.

Love :)

Paul Laurence Dunbar

If

If life were but a dream, my Love,
And death the waking time;
If day had not a beam, my Love,
And night had not a rhyme, --
A barren, barren world were this
Without one saving gleam;
I'd only ask that with a kiss
You'd wake me from the dream.

If dreaming were the sum of days,
And loving were the bane;
If battling for a wreath of bays
Could soothe a heart in pain, --
I'd scorn the meed of battle's might,
All other aims above
I'd choose the human's higher right,
To suffer and to love!

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I believe the theme of this poem is what if we all chose to love? To live a life around love. To suffer because of love, but to be joyous because of love. Our life would seem to be a dream if we loved all our waking moments, for love is like a dream. The metaphors that jumped out at me were the way it talked about the night having a rhyme and the day having a beam. The day's beam and the nights rhyme is the limit of love we are able to express because of a limit of time. This poem shows that if we centered our life around love that we would be happy but we would suffer, because to love is to live but to love is to suffer as well.
Make sense at all?
It does to me, but maybe not to you.