abstract poem (Revised)

Down Days

           

            Sitting at the window, staring outside

            It’s raining, pouring hard.

            I’m feeling really off today, stuffy and all

            My heads pounding, coughing never stops  

            Mother told me “no leaving the house today Carlene”

            I was really upset, but mother knows best.

           

            Sitting in house wondering what’s missing,

            Going crazy, this medicine has me acting strange.

           

            Only thing on my mind is how to get out,

            Maybe sitting here will get my mind going.

            Day dreaming is only possible, maybe even a nap.

            But just want to get out of this place.

           

Once it is over, days will get better

But for now, listen to mother.

            

Epistolary Poem (Revised)

A letter to Heaven

Hey Grandpa Miller,

I’m Carlene I know we’ve never met before, but I’ve heard many things about you from the family. Mom wanted me to tell you that Nana brought up great kids, while they’ve brought up great kids.

Were all grown up now, having a family and son, living the real life, starting the college life, starting the college process in senior year and well… the last one is just starting high school.

Your picture is in our guest room, you’re a great man grandpa. Being a part of the Veterans is a great example to us all. Not being able to meet you upsets the family, but the stories and memories about you are great.

I find it incredibly adorable that Nana stayed with you forever, she never fell in love with another man; just you. I know it’s strange to say because you’re in heaven and all, but what is it like up there? Do you miss Nana like she misses you?

Nana always tells me stories about how you kept a good eye on your kids, even when they tried to be sneaky you always caught them. That’s probably where my mom got her good eye from, she always know when something isn’t right.

Just know that everyone down here is doing well, and you haven’t been forgotten by anyone and all of your grandkids know a lot about you.

Signed,

Your Grand Daughter

Painting Poem (Not Revised)

“Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”

            Pietro Paolini

            “Portrait of a Man Holding a Durer”

            Pietro Paolini

 This man, a very well educated and successful man, is very unsocial, awkward, and strange guy. He stays to himself, and is in love with God and religion. He has many different portraits hanging in his room of different angels and saints. As his photographer I’ve began to notice things about him as well as had conversations with him. He is a very lonely man, no soulmate, his only friend passed away from lung cancer a while back. He feels as if it is his fault because they use to always smoke when they were at the younger ages. He also feels it is his fault because once he quit, he didn’t try to convince him to quit also. All he really wants is a friend, he has everything else he needs, money, books, a big house, everything. What is his real deal? Is something bothering him? I asked myself that when I last spoke to him. What made him believe in the faith he believes in now? Was it from his past or no? On the day I came over to take the pictures. His door was wide open so I walked right in. His halls were gloomy and dark, kind of smelly too with a nasty kind of odor. Coming up the stairs, which are very old, and make noises when you walk up them….I finally make it up the stairs and see through the cracked door. The man is sitting in his chair, with a small book in his hand. I can’t see what kind of book it really is, but he is very into it. As I begin to push open the door he jumps and looks back at me with this weird look, with his eyes all bulged out. I had startled him.

Sonnet Poem

Falling Drops

Silver Clouds flying in the sky, anticipating backdrop

Reflection on the side walk shows the sky

The Earth below, is not even dry

All you hear, the drumming on the rooftop

Raindrops falling Puddles dancing; drip, drop

Tree branches hanging, like heavy weights

Almost like dreaming of our expected fate

And now were feeding our crops

As the day goes on it starts to get breezy

Moving the trees, forcing them to banish

Over the skies they’re glowing like heaven

The sun comes out, goodbye grey sky

All sad thoughts are gone, hello happy smile

Out comes the sun’s reflection in our windows

Observational Poem

            Such a small place, but fits so many different people in there. Crowded, loud, quiet, busy, that’s everything it is in this place. People behind me, sitting down talking about how for lunch all he had was sugar packets, while another was telling them her poem.

Once they get up after sitting down for a few minutes its empty and quiet in the room. With just us sitting down, talking about crushes, school and the international kids in our school. It feels nice to be out of school for the day, to just sit down in a little café and talk about just anything.

People in front of me, they ate pretty quickly, seemed pretty eager to get out, maybe it’s because a group of teenagers just came in and made the quiet place loud. All different types of people in here, one is working hard on his computer. As time went on it got to be only one person in here, he is really quiet, does his own thing.Today was a good day, getting out of classes, to just see different types of paintings and then hanging out in a little café and then talking about what we saw in the café  and talking about what these people were doing. 

Epistolary Poem (Not Revised)

A letter to Heaven

Hey Grandpa Miller, I’m Carlene and I’m one of your grandkids that your kids brought into this world.

I know we’ve never met before, but I’ve heard many things about you from my mom.

My mom wanted me to tell you that Nana brought up great kids, who’ve also brought up awesome grandkids for her.

Were all grown up now, Adam has a kid, while Lescia is making her way through this busy world. Then Austin is starting the college life, while Jake and I are in the college process and senior year. Then Lea, well she’s just in the beginning of high school.

Mom has your picture hanging up in our guest room, people always ask who it is and I go that’s my grandpa; he was a pretty swell guy according to my mom.

I think it’s awesome that you were a Veteran, such a great example to everyone.

It makes me sad that we never got to meet you, you would’ve been so proud of all of us, even your own children.

I know it’s strange to say because you’re in heaven and all, but what is it like up there? Do you miss Nana like she misses you?

I find it incredibly adorable that Nana stayed with you forever, she never fell in love with another man; just you.

I’m not so sure what to say, because I never got to grow up with you in my life, but it would’ve been nice too. At least you’re in a good place.

I always go with mom and Nana to go see you at the cemetery; do you ever hear what they’re saying to you?

Nana always tells me stories about how you kept a good eye on your kids, even when they tried to be sneaky you always caught them.

That’s probably where my mom got her good eye from, she always know when something isn’t right.

How is it in heaven? Is it like how every teacher my whole school career has taught me it is? Or is it the complete opposite?

Well I guess I can stop asking you all these questions since you can’t really answer them. I hope all is well up there.

Just know that everyone down here is doing well, and you haven’t been forgotten by anyone and all of your grandkids know a lot about you.

Your Grand Daughter,

Carlene 

Slam Poem

                                                Non-Reliable

Always thought I could count on you, but you were nothing but a briber.

I put all my trust in you, but you were nothing but a disguised liar.

You say this and that, but you do the complete opposite.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would just watch your words instead of making up slurs.

You always tell me you’ll give me this or that.

While the day comes around, I get nothing but excuses and slack.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would watch your words instead of making up slurs.

Your family isn’t all that great either, dropping like I was nothing but dirt.

Hating me for things done when I wasn’t even born, now it’s just that I don’t exist.

But it doesn’t bother me; I’ll just act as they insist.

Oh I wish, I wish, I wish you would watch your words instead of making up slurs.

If only you were smart enough to understand that I tried to care,

 But you don’t even attempt to show that you really do care.

Though I was born because of you, I wasn’t raised by you.