Jonathan+Neris

Poetry By Jonathan Neris = = "Poetry is a silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." -Unknown

=I remember as if it were yesterday=

As I take each step I think of what I am about to do Looking both ways as there was something coming / nothing I see my cousin on the other side calling for me "John! John! Come now!"

I take the first step off the payment Into the street I go looking back for my mom Her attention her friends talking about older women things

I walked as if nothing was going to happen That is until I heard the group of ladies shriek out my name "JOHN!" That grabbed my attention Making my body spin

I turned back around when my mother said get out the street now As I stood there with a 4x4 Jeep staring me down I panicked I froze 1,000 thoughts fluttered into my head at once

It was only a matter of seconds Until I found my self laying on the ground Was I dead... Was a bone broken...

As my aunt called for the ambulance I stood up and limped it off It felt as if I was drunk Walking and wobbling to the side to side

As the ambulance rushed to the scene I cried I screamed Since I never been in an ambulance before

The scariest part of it all was just being inside of the ambulance And seeing my mothers tears stream down her eyes

One day he will pay And if he doesn't, one of his loved ones will

Till this day I stand Walk Eat Drink And the people in the hospital that helped me Still call me the "miracle" baby till this day

= = =Ode to the Gays= My art :) Ode to their fight == Everyday wanting to be accepted While fighting for their rights

Ode to their courageous souls For being who they want to be And not letting society choose what they're suppose to do

Ode to their future And let it be filled with love And many, many hugs

Ode to their beloved ones And let them stay for eternity Boy with boy Or girl with girl Love is love

=Words in my mind=

Words in my mind hum Words in my mind sometimes can’t be spoken out loud Words in my mind shows the real me Not the sugar coated yummy things people want to hear

Words in my mind paint picture Some that I wish were not memorable And some I wish came true

Words in my mind tell stories Stories that I can only hear These words in my mind will stay there till I die

=Teenage days= The alarm clock rang, it was really loud It woke me up from an amazing dream I was upset, i was far from proud It sounded like a screeching little girls scream Getting out of bed was a real hassle But i pushed myself to my full extent I was so not living in a castle Where there'd be a prince with a great accent But no, i was not the fortunate one Oh, i am forced to face this brand new day All by myself and its barely begun Instead of sulking, I rocked it my way

Every morning there's school with boards and chalk All because of that stupid alarm clock

=**Analysis of my poems**=

When I think about poetry, I think about it having a story behind it. In most of my poems they have to do with something that happen to me in the past. For example one of my poems “I remember it as if it were yesterday,” it was about me getting hit by a car when I was five years old or around that age. In most of my poems I also try to paint a picture in the reader’s head just so they can read it as if they were there while it happened. One example of that was when I wrote my poem “Teenage days” how I wrote “The alarm clock rang, it was really loud” and “It sounded like a screeching little girls scream.” The wording I try to switch it up cause I didn’t want to use the same boring words so for my poem “I remember it as if it were yesterday” I switched up a couple of line after it was reviewed my a fellow class mate. I switched “Into the street I go looking back at my mom” to “Into the street I go looking back for my mom.” I also switched “At that all of it that I turned” for “Making my body spin.” In my poems I also try to include different senses such as taste, smell, touch, hearing, and more. For the structure of “Teen days “ I tried to make it the way that I wake up in the morning for school. How it is always a struggle to get up when you are having such a good dream. And I made it realistic cause when the best part of the dream is coming up your always getting woken up by the smallest thing.

=My poet Emily Dickinson=



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 * A Shady Friend**

A shady friend for torrid days Is easier to find Than one of higher temperature For frigid hour of mind.

The vane a little to the east Scares muslin souls away; If broadcloth breasts are firmer Than those of organdy,

Who is to blame? The weaver? Ah! the bewildering thread! The tapestries of paradise! So notelessly are made!

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 * Death Sets A Thing**

Death sets a thing significant The eye had hurried by, Except a perished creature Entreat us tenderly

To ponder little workmanships In crayon or in wool, With "This was last her fingers did," Industrious until

The thimble weighed too heavy, The stitches stopped themselves, And then 't was put among the dust Upon the closet shelves.

A book I have, a friend gave, Whose pencil, here and there, Had notched the place that pleased him,-- At rest his fingers are.

Now, when I read, I read not, For interrupting tears Obliterate the etchings Too costly for repairs.

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 * Good-Night**

Good night! which put the candle out? A jealous zephyr, not a doubt. Ah! friend, you little knew How long at that celestial wick The angels labored diligent; Extinguished, now, for you!

It might have been the lighthouse spark Some sailor, rowing in the dark, Had importuned to see! It might have been the waning lamp That lit the drummer from the camp To purer reveille!

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