Newon+Dennis

" I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most: love." From the poem I Am... By Anonymous

**//Coming Home //**

Watching TV Sitting alone Waiting for Mom and Dad to come back They probably went shopping And I’m here all alone Bored. Bored. Bored out of my mind. Maybe they’ll bring me something. They usually don’t But it can’t hurt to dream. Hey the door bell Yes it’s them. It has to be. Oh I see bags. It has a yellow “M” on it I wonder what it is? Oh, maybe it’s a toy A special toy just for me. Jump down the stairs Losing Balance. Slam. Bam. Bonk. Ow. Ahh. Ouch. This. Really. Hurts. Rolling. Rolling. Rolling Back slam. Tears. I’m crying It hurts. I think- I’m bleeding. Parents running. To me. I feel dizzy. This sucks. I just wanted a toy

**Baking. ** (Revised) The Oven is Hot It's fogging my glasses Wow, it smells amazing I just can't stand it I'll go crazy Oven-mits on Opening it up A fresh baked cake blares it's steam back at me Made By yours truly I've never felt so proud I made a cake all by myself Just image it The soft brown dough Softer than the flesh of a newly washed teddy bear The sweet silky icing Contracting itself around As I swerve my knife around The smell intoxicating Like the smell of your mom Coming into your room Giving you the comfort You oh so wanted to hear Shifting around the room Oh how amazing This cake will be Now, Let's see how it taste

**Ode to Beauty -Ode Poem ** __C__ounting the days when I check a mirror __O__hhing and awing my beautiful self __N__eeding the exact the amount of makeup to please my face __C__lawing away the competition __E__ating only one meal day to keep my perfect figure __I__’m the bomb __T__he beautiful one they call me __E__ager to make my mirror explode __D__aunting my beauty for my crowds Spelling: CONCEITED

(Line from Song "Knock You Down" By Keri Hilson feat. Ne-yo and Kanye West) ** I don’t wanna fall back on my face again Cause truth be told it hurts And you saying you're Mr. Flintstone Won’t make me want you to make my “Bed Rock” And don’t say you’ll buy me anything Cause I ain’t your “Baby” Don’t tell me To “Say Ahh” Cause I got my own dough I Am “Miss Independent” And I don’t need a man to tell me How to be, how to live, or how to dress Cause “If I Were A Boy” You wouldn’t like the way I’d treat you I’ll admit Your “Love Was My Drug” And every morning Evening And afternoon I was high with it But sometimes Love “Knocks You Down” And truth be told It hurts
 * Words of Music -Riff Poem


 * I'll be studying Emily Dickinson.**

Emily Dickinson was a poet that shook the world with her poems of everyday thoughts and feelings. Anything that ever caught her attention she would quickly jot it down onto anything that was close to her. It was aid that when she died. Her sisters found thousands of poems written of many different things. Like envelops, newspapers, pieces of tissue. Anything that Emily could get her hands on and with an idea she wouldn’t let it escape it. In her poetry she doesn’t hesitate to mix around your capitalization of style of her poems to make the poem have bigger meaning in the minds of her readers For example, in the poem “ Because I could not stop for Death.” Because I could not stop for D eath – He kindly stopped for me – The C arriage held but just O urselves – And I mmortality.
 * Because I could not stop for Death**

We slowly drove – He knew no haste And I had put away My labor and my leisure too, For H is C ivility –

We passed the S chool, where C hildren strove At Recess – in the Ring – We passed the F ields of G azing G rain – We passed the S etting S un –

Or rather – H e passed us – The D ews drew quivering and chill – For only G ossamer, my G own – My T ippet – only T ulle –

We paused before a H ouse that seemed A S welling of the G round – The R oof was scarcely visible – The C ornice – in the G round –

Since then – 'tis C enturies – and yet Feels shorter than the D ay I first surmised the H orses' H eads Were toward E ternity –

In the areas I marked in red you see she capitalized anything object she wanted deeper emphases on the word while the reader read it. Kind of saying that the Word is here and don’t forget it has something important to do with the poem. The dashes at the end of most of the line You can either say that those are though as a pause creator for the reader or they have a special meanings for the poem as a plain stop to add more affection for the poem. She does something very similar in the poem “I felt a Funeral in my Brain” Where she also capitalized most of the words she wanted the reader to quickly notice. And dashes were also added into the poem and various places of the poem. To give it a certain form. Almost as if she’s giving each object a name after the object to make them specific characters in the poem.

I felt a Funeral, in my Brain, And Mourners to and fro Kept treading – treading – till it seemed That Sense was breaking through –
 * I felt a Funeral in my Brain**

And when they all were seated, A Service, like a Drum – Kept beating – beating – till I thought My Mind was going numb –

And then I heard them lift a Box And creak across my Soul With those same Boots of Lead, again, Then Space – began to toll,

As all the Heavens were a Bell, And Being, but an Ear, And I, and Silence, some strange Race Wrecked, solitary, here –

And then a Plank in Reason, broke, And I dropped down, and down – And hit a World, at every plunge, And Finished knowing – then –

In this poem she also has some sort of repetition here but stops it and adds it to the end instead. It’s kind of interesting, why she decides to add it to the end instead of repeating it through the entire poem. It's exactly giving each poem a rythme that gives the reader an easy pace while reading the poem.