Samantha+Beattie

 " Poetry is the doorway to the soul. "-Floria        I see poetry as a way to open up. It gives you a chance to express your feelings as indirectly or directly as you please. Poetry to me, is like a public diary that you don't have to be afraid to share or hide, but hold pride in saying, "I wrote that!". Most of my poems incorporate my three strongest feelings-Anger, Pain, and Love. It's very rare for me to write outside of these feelings. Even though I write about heartfelt emotions, it doesn't come just from my heart. It seems to flow through me. With ever word written, the adrenaline seems to get stronger, until everything is written. If you were to look at my poems, a lot of them rhyme and you might think they rhyme too much, I believe that rhythm and rhyme make a poem more fun to recite. Since I couldn't rhyme for these poems, I relied on different writing techniques. If you were to look at my first memory poem, "BANG, SMACK" (onomatopoeia) was used or in my sonnet, I used, "A small still tree in a dying forrest" (metaphor), but basically to sum up my poetry, I would say this: My poetry is bipolar and no matter what I incorporate into my poem, there is a lot of difference in the all around formation and placement of lines along with different views thrown in, because as I write, it seems like I think more and more about the topic and see new perspectives. The rest I will leave for you to discover on your own. I hope you enjoy!  Memory Poems: Not sure where it starts, Just know that from the dark, Where it happens to start, I hear something, Not just anything, A loud BANG, SMACK, Of the door, Darkness becomes a car, Brown, Old, Filled by the smell of leather, So strong as if new, I'm in the back, Confused, Small, Hearing nothing but screams, Not like horror movies, More like, Like the screams of hatred, Flinging from the heart, From deep inside, From where, Mom and dad, Grandmom overcome with silence, Why, Why is mommy screaming, No answers, We drive away, Dad outside, I look back to him, Car engine loud, He fades in the background.
 * Memory Starts Dark (Where'd You Go?) **  Memory starts dark,

**One Last GoodBye ** One last goodbye, Goodbye to you, You the dad, Dad wasn't the role you played, Played with my mom's heart, Heart screaming with hatred, Hatred leading to leaving, Leaving in a car, Car only holding three, Three not including the man, Man standing outside, Outside it's dark, Dark and alone, Alone he stands still trying to explain, Explain how he didn't mean it, It becomes loud, Loud with the roar of the engine, Engine spreads the smell of gas, Gas filling the air and surrounding everyone, Everyone gets quiet, Quiet as the car leaves the man, Man alone in the dark, Dark overcomes the path as I look back, Back for one last goodbye. **Both memory poems are two interpretations of one memory. The memory is about when I was little and seeing my father for the last time.** Odes: Placed together so neatly, So clean and wrinkle free, Black and white, Mixed through the cover, -Crick- Opening to blank pages, Free of restriction, Lines of blue to guide you, So plain, Yet so amazing, This book is at your disposal, At your creation, Sit down, Grab your pen and write, On this little thing we call, Copybook.
 * Ode To Copybook ** Bound by string,

**Ode To Copybook is written, obviously, about a copybook, but not just the copybook. It brings up the use of the copybook and how it's amazing.** Riff:  **Thank You (Riff Version One)**  You bring me comfort to my soul, Give me such a high, A feeling I never knew before, Making everything feel so right, Like every moment I spend with you, Wether it be day or night, Night or day, Just say, you feel the same way, Cause I love you, I love the way you make me feel, Let me be the real me when I'm with you, Baby can't you see, Maybe we were meant to be, The way J was meant for PB, Or Kong Fu was meant for Jet Li, Met me, That day in the library, And letting go seems so wrong, Like the song that skips, Trips, on its own track, With the lack, of quality, But that's not us, That's not me, That not you, The TWO, Of Us can make it, Take it, Everything they throw at us, And become stronger, And make it hunger for our love, Because God above, Put Us together for a reason.

 **Thank You (Riff Version Two)** Promise me you'll never leave, You'll never say this is the end, You'll spend your life with me, Just please don't walk away, become stray, from the love we have, The love we share, Show you care and hold me tight, Just right, for this moment, but don't let it go, don't mess with the flow, Our bodies create, When were together, Light as a feather, Stiff as a board, The good Lord brought you to me, And I lay there happily, Picturing our future to be, Not what I always wanted, But something new and exciting, The lighting, Is just right, Illuminating, Your features so well, I can tell, That you love me, Put no one else above me, And I smile, Everyday because I love you, My friend, My baby, My heart, I'd go crazy, Without you here, It's Crazy how I prayed to God, And he steered me near you, To where you were, So crazy the way he lead me to you, And without a second thought, I submitted to the idea against what I was taught, To never trust a guy, All they do is cheat, freak, and lie, But I'd die never knowing how it felt to love you, So I want to thank you, For the love you've given me, You will live in my heart, Even if we part, Like a poptart after heating it up, To take the bite of the real deal that's inside, Not just the enchanting wrapper, That face, God has good taste, To have put me next to you, And no matter where my future takes me, I'll never forget you.
 * Lines taken from Love You More by Ginuwine (song). These two poems are not about anyone specific. It's about the feeling of strong love and how crazy it makes your mind, because if you notice, it goes from the strong saying of "Promise Me You'll Never Leave" to "No matter where my future takes me". Love is a crazy thing. **

Sonnet: **Sonnet Of A Broken Heart** ** Breathing, so soft and so slow as if dead, The feeling ripping from the very thought, As I look into your eyes one last time, Not knowing what to say or what to do, Losing you was the last thing I wanted, Losing everything I held so closely, Memories flashing through my mind again, Surely not being the last time they flow so, So strong through my heart leaving me frozen, A small still tree in a dying forrest, Wishing I could just go back to happiness, I'm sorry it's too late to save us now, Pain runs deep as I whisper I love you, For the last time - Watching You Walk Away.

** **Sonnet Of A Broken Heart is about the rush of emotion and the thought process that occurs after a long term relationship ends.**.

The second poem I read from her was I’m Nobody. Who Are You? In this, repetition was also used. She repeated nobody and you two times each. In the second stanza, she incorporated rhyme once more with lines 10 and 12. She used nature again by stating, “to tell one’s name-the livelong June-“, which is also a metaphor. This time, she used personification by saying “admiring bog” and “public- like a frog”. In this poem, I believe she is talking about how being different is better than being just like everyone else. The third poem I read was I Cannot Live With You. Although the title may seem mean, it really isn’t. The poem is about love and how she doesn’t want to be without him. If you ever heard, “I don’t like you… (Long pause) I love you” then you might get what she is doing here. For this poem, she uses rhyme again, but not through the whole poem. On the stanzas that she does rhyme, she does the second line and fourth line. There is a lot of repetition with You, Life, I, and Heaven was used more than once. Speaking of heaven, she put a lot of religious inferences into this poem. I believe this poem is very sweet.I believe the tone was soft, yet strong, and was set in the first stanza: I cannot live with You- It would be Life- And Life is over there- Behind the Shelf She capitalizes certain words, but I think she does this to emphasize what she really wants us to look at. In this poem, she used many breaks. These breaks seem to be pauses as if she wants you to take in the line and put real thought to it. The last poem that I looked at was I Felt A Funeral, In My Brain. Again, rhyme was used with the second and fourth lines of each stanza. Here, Religion seems used again since we all know that a priest does funerals. She used Heaven again as well, by saying "As all the Heavens were a Bell" which could also be a metaphor. I'm not quite sure what she is referring to in this poem. At first, I thought she might be talking about the old her dying and birthing a new self, but then when I looked at it again, I thought that maybe she was breaking down after something tragic. . Emily Dickinson writes very beautiful poems. If I were to sum up the forms in which she places her poems, I would say that they bring a religious, natural, feel. She seems to talk a lot about the way she views the world and the way she connects with people. Rhyme seems to work very well for her the way she uses it to structure her poem. Also, the pauses she uses brings a stronger feel to her work. Poetic Art:
 * <span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: Impact,Charcoal,sans-serif; font-size: 20px; font-weight: normal; text-align: left;">Detailed Study Of Emily Dickinson: [[image:emilydickinsonnnn.jpeg width="313" height="315" align="left"]]Emily Dickinson is a very good writer. She writes with such powerful words. Her poetry is very inspiring and is always good to read. I read many of her poems including, I felt a Funeral, in my Brain; Wild, Wild Nights; I’m Nobody. Who Are You; and I cannot live with You, which I have marked up. ** The first poem I read was Wild, Wild Nights. In this poem she uses nature to make it stronger. Words of nature that she used were fields, meadows, clover, and bees. Along with incorporating nature, she used some repetition. “This and my heart” was used three times to- what I think-show her point of view being used and to bring feeling into it. It gives sort of a self-tone. She, also, used a rhyme scheme in this poem, where lines 2 and 4 rhymed, and then 6 and 8 rhymed. This poem, I believe, is about love.