Graham+Davis

" Poetry is like making a joke. If you get one word wrong in the end of a joke, you have lost the whole thing." -William Stanley Merwin

ODE Waiting i was waiting for the day to come to me the day that i would feel glory

that item in my hands smooth and shiny, victory would taste like a well done stake upon my tongue, there are things that i could not want more than this,

this is the thing that i have dreamed of since i was a child,

i wanted to be that kid that did not sit on the corner and watch them play but be the one that played,

i was the kid who wanted it so bad that i would do almost anything to get that trophy put into my bare hands

i had no clue how hard it would be to get there but i did it

the air whiffed by my nose the day of the championship game

the air was fear and it trying to get into me,

i would not let it no matter what.

PRAISE POEM Flashes were all that i remembered something had hit me but what? the colors were bold and bright at the same time, the color was red it was coming from everywhere i could see what was i hit by, i still did not figure it out it felt as if a meteor, hot and still burning, had just made a crater into my face. the pain was definitely there i could not tell it was going to hit me and i didnt know what was going to hit me there was a torch and it was now on my face at that point there was a belt and it continuously hit my face till it was dripping a little red river

IF I SHOULD DIE F I should die, And you should live, And time should gurgle on, And morn should beam, And noon should burn, As it has usual done; If birds should build as early, And bees as bustling go,-- One might depart at option From enterprise below! 'Tis sweet to know that stocks will stand When we with daisies lie, That commerce will continue, And trades as briskly fly. It make the parting tranquil And keeps the soul serene, That gentlemen so sprightly Conduct the pleasing scene! GOING TO HEAVEN! Going to heaven! I don't know when, Pray do not ask me how,-- Indeed, I'm too astonished To think of answering you! Going to heaven!-- How dim it sounds! And yet it will be done As sure as flocks go home at night Unto the shepherd's arm! Perhaps you're going too! Who knows? If you should get there first, Save just a little place for me Close to the two I lost! The smallest "robe" will fit me, And just a bit of "crown"; For you know we do not mind our dress When we are going home. I'm glad I don't believe it, For it would stop my breath, And I'd like to look a little more At such a curious earth! I am glad they did believe it Whom I have never found Since the mighty autumn afternoon I left them in the ground.
 * // by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) //**
 * // by: Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) //**

A Death blow is a Life blow to Some Who till they died, did not alive become— Who had they lived, had died but when They died, Vitality begun.
 * -Emily Dickinson**

These are my favorite 3 poems of Emily. they are all about death or bad things in life. This subject is on that I am the best at all the time i find that i have not heard of her work a lot at all but when i read new things like these they really intrigue me. i think that each line in her poems stands for something deeper in life and that life has a bigger meaning than death. when i read each one of these poems i get the feeling that each one of them is saying that in death there is life.

Sonnet

Pain it is going through my veins it is the thing that hurts my brains pain surges through like an insane migraine pain swims through my life like a fish in the water pain rushes through your feet and hands like a pig being slaughtered Pain is something that we can only take on pain cannot be left behind pain is the Dusk and the Dawn pain surges through out heads and takes over man kind pain will grind the entwined agony of all Pain will become the reason one man and world will fall Pain is the weakness that makes us blind pain.

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