Amaris+Romero

"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom" - Robert Frost Amaris Romero Hello everyone and welcome to my wiki-space page. I wrote the following poems below called; "I remember," "Harmful Pain," and "Ode to my bears." I wrote these poems based off of my personal experiences, I wrote "I remember" because I thought of my father when my teacher (Mr. Block) said this unit we doing poetry and poetry is like a certain way you write like a style of yours that always has a hidden message or a story to tell. That's what I basically did my poems based off of. I expressed how I felt in the past and now through words but not just any words poetry.

I wrote my first poem called "I remember" because of my mom and the pain she was going through. The first line I wrote "I remember the pain on her face" I showed and expressed how much pain she was feeling and the feeling that he was feeling and expressed it through words. The things that were running through my head was mainly all emotions because of the feelings that going through everyone. I really didn't have a certain way I had my poems set-up. I just really had all my lines starting with a capitalized letter and had them separated in different sections because I like everything being organized.  **//__I remember__//**  I remember the pain on her face I remember the joy on his face I remember how she felt how he felt The day they brought him home The day they brought her home I remember how pink he was How red she was The pain and the joy

No one cared for her Only for him Who knew it hurt so much I saw it I felt for her

I knew how she felt ALONE, SAD, UNLOVED 

They only cared for him She was hiding her emotions away from everyone I knew I felt for her

I remembered the pain and the joy I knew how she felt then and I know how she feels now I knew and I know I feel for her No one cared  But I cared

**//__Harmful Pain__//** The day I lost everything I lost it all the pain was un-heal-able I felt the tear drops go down my face I tasted them on my lips as I watched My family watch me cry I done lost my best friend I lost it all

 I felt stab go through my heart But no physical harm Emotional was all it was I done lost my best friend I lost it all

No scent All lost All comfort No way out of this I done lost my best friend but the memories remain **//__Ode to my bears__//** Green, Purple, Blue, and Yellow all colors They are like the rainbow Just sitting there in my closet un-touched Staring at what? Nothing Why cause' they are stuffed They have

No feeling No heart No scent No nothing

They are there just sitting and starring at nothing I watch them and stare just to imagine how it would be To be fake To be heartless

I can't bear to give way To so much is cherished in my life The rainbow in my closet is my most cherished of all

**//__Deep down- riff poem (from an original poem form Sonia Sanchez; a poem for my father)__//**  O my father, as I breathed I went under As he saw me The water so high Above my head Back up; as I breathed He dove in Making a big splash

As I couldn't no more Back down Thinking I'd stay down Forever

I felt a hand or two grab at me Lifting me back up to safety Me sitting there on a slippery rock Him not knowing what's coming next

Slip Slip Slip In I go again I breathed and heard the waves I made another accident slip Then again I head

I knew he come back I knew I'd be safe I knew everything will be fine

**//__He said She said (Sonnet)__//** 1. He is as sweet as a white Christmas day 2. He walks away as she is standing by 3. He turned around but had nothing to say 4. As he looked back she looked straight; she said hi

5. He heard her say hi and walked to her side 6. He looked at her face and asked her what race 7. She looked at him; He looked at her with pride 8. She looked and replied to get out my face

9. He realized how he offended her 10. Because of her response to his question 11. He looked and said sorry and there they were 12. She gave him a look and a suggestion

13. How about we start this off the right way 14. Now I'll know exactly what to say...yay  <span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 13.2pt; text-align: center;">Sonia Sanchez **//__Personal Letter No. 3__//** <span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 121%; text-align: left;">nothing will keep us young you know not young men or women who spin their youth on cool playing sounds. we are what we are what we never think we are. no more wild geo graphies of the flesh.echoes.that we move in tune to slower smells it is a hard thing to admit that sometimes after midnight i am tired of it all. <span style="color: #008000; display: block; font-family: 'Arial Black',Gadget,sans-serif; font-size: 13.2pt; text-align: left;"> Your words sailed black into your throat. Couldnot fly forward. Your mouth face startled by this autumn Thunder went south again. I had forgotten the salute of death, how it waits Militarily on the outskirts of our skin. I had forgotten how death howls inside our veins. O father, how much like a child again I felt as I ran down doctors painted on porcelain corridors. O my father, as I breathed inhaled for us both, I began to sing a song you sang when I was little without a poets' name. Afraid of all the shadows cremating my bones,
 * //__A poem for my father (96 years old on February 29, 2000)__//** <span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: left;">With exact wings

Remember the nite, The nite you said I love you remember... I remember your voice swollen in a ritual of words on 152nd Street and St. Nicholas Place. Now, I daughter of applause, hands waterlogged with memory, asked for nothing more as I circled your hospital room, sequined with our breaths in an hour-glass of sound. <span style="color: #800080; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> 1.
 * //__ Under A Soprano Sky __//**

once i lived on pillars in a green house boarded by lilacs that rocked voices into weeds. i bled an owl's blood shredding the grass until i rocked in a choir of worms. obscene with hands, i wooed the world with thumbs while yo-yos hummed. was it an unborn lacquer i peeled? the woods, tall as waves, sang in mixed tongues that loosened the scalp and my bones wrapped in white dust returned to echo in my thighs.

i hear a pulse wandering somewhere on vague embankments. O are my hands breathing? I cannot smell the nerves. i saw the sun ripening green stones for fields. O have my eyes run down? i cannot taste my birth.

2.

now as i move, mouth quivering with silks my skin runs soft with eyes. descending into my legs, i follow obscure birds purchasing orthopedic wings. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> the air is late this summer.

i peel the spine and flood the earth with adolescence. O who will pump these breasts? I cannot waltz my tongue.

under a soprano sky, a woman sings, lovely as chandeliers.

The poet I will be studying is Sonia Sanchez. She was born in Wilsonia Benita Driver on September 9, 1934 in Birmingham, Alabama. She studied her poetry and poetry with Louise Bogan. She wrote dozen of books and she lives in Philadelphia. The way she writes is the way of how she expresses herself. She talk about her personal experiences. The punctuation she writes is based off of a mixture of lower case and higher cased letters. She also has random gaps in the middle of a section when it gets divided.

I recently seen her on 3-18-10 and she was talkin about all the experiences she had with children and people. She went through so much in her time. She was explaining how she knew no one form the "911" incident but she knew several people that where around the area. She wrote a poem based off of "911." I believe most or all of her poems are based off of her personal experiences. She is a big inspiration for all and I am pretty sure everyone is grateful for having the opportunity to see her.

<span style="color: #000000; display: block; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%; text-align: left;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: 110%;"> Illustration from "A poem for my father"