Camille+Maldonado

**"Poetry is the doorway to the soul"**

=__**My Ode Poem**__ =  By:Camille

Elevated by you're palm On those bumpy days When I bounce from one complication to another My trust in you to pick me up when flop To carry me through out the day When I need you in my most sorrowful days Your strap arms raise me up A swell friend you make to a girl in youth When she has yet to fill her true size With out you attached my chest I would sink to the dregs* You are my support my brace And if it shall rain Then you shall show The true colors that I know Hidden from others beneath my shirt You mines to keep For what its worth You carry me Support me And keep me in place You are the closest thing to my heart This is why I made an Ode to you, My Bra.

Title "Ode to my Bra"

**dregs***- sediment
 =__**Praise Poem (A Lovers Praise)**__ =  By:Camille

Praise the serpent curves of your figure The thin layer of tissue that covers your bones The downy feel kisses my hands caress The arctic bite of your hide

Praise the charge collected from my touch That sails threw my senses and anchors at my mind That blurs my lust and passion That alters the feeling of senses

Praise the region upon your spine that held my lips For it crattles my imprint For it pulls me to your skin For it lets my love speak to you, lacking the words

Praise the cradle that embraces us This piece of heaven to lay on This piece of cloud 9 for us This piece of memory that we return to

Praise the beloved Its the beloveds window that grasps my feet to grass Its the beloveds foundation that cradles me into is breast Its the beloveds door that enables me to fit into his anatomy

Praise him...

=__The Valley of Unrest__ = **By: Edgar Allan Poe**

//Once// it smiled a silent dell Where the people did not dwell; They had gone unto the wars, Trusting to the mild-eyed stars, Nightly, from their azure towers, To keep watch above the flowers, In the midst of which all day The red sun-light lazily lay. //Now// each visitor shall confess The sad valley's restlessness. Nothing there is motionless -- Nothing save the airs that brood Over the magic solitude. Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees That palpitate like the chill seas Around the misty Hebrides! Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven That rustle through the unquiet Heaven Uneasily, from morn till even, Over the violets there that lie In myriad types of the human eye -- Over the lilies there that wave And weep above a nameless grave! They wave: -- from out their fragrant tops Eternal dews come down in drops. They weep: -- from off their delicate stems Perennial tears descend in gems.

__A Dream Within A Dream__
**By: Edgar Allan Poe** Take this kiss upon the brow! And, in parting from you now, Thus much let me avow -- You are not wrong, who deem That my days have been a dream; Yet if hope has flown away In a night, or in a day, In a vision, or in none, Is it therefore the less //gone//? //All// that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar Of a surf-tormented shore, And I hold within my hand Grains of the golden sand -- How few! yet how they creep Through my fingers to the deep, While I weep -- while I weep! O God! can I not grasp Them with a tighter clasp? O God! can I not save //One// from the pitiless wave? Is //all// that we see or seem But a dream within a dream? =**__Annabel Lee__** =

**By: Edgar Allan Poe**
 It was many and many a year ago, In a kingdom by the sea, That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of ANNABEL LEE;-- And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. She was a child and I was a child, In this kingdom by the sea, But we loved with a love that was more than love-- I and my Annabel Lee-- With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago, In this kingdom by the sea, A wind blew out of a cloud by night Chilling my Annabel Lee; So that her high-born kinsman came And bore her away from me, To shut her up in a sepulchre In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in Heaven, Went envying her and me:-- Yes! that was the reason (as all men know, In this kingdom by the sea) That the wind came out of a cloud, chilling And killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love Of those who were older than we-- Of many far wiser than we- And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul Of the beautiful Annabel Lee:--

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And the stars never rise but I see the bright eyes Of the beautiful Annabel Lee; And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side Of my darling, my darling, my life and my bride, In her sepulchre there by the sea-- In her tomb by the side of the sea.

=**Sonnet Poem: __Consider This__** =  By: Camille

Fabricated by you, unwise Consider this a moment consumed By false love, in which you assumed Brought you, self demise Blood shall not rise From this love you presumed In your mind, from which it was groomed A jest if it was believed I would be your prize To your heart, be still For it shall never beat for me Because I shall never look towards you If this is a trigger for pain that will kill Then pity your mind for the inability to see A mistake terrible to come upon, but now obvious to see

=<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; text-align: center; display: block;">**Riff Poem:** __**My Untitled Poem with Lines from Famous Poet Edgar Allen Poe**__ = = = <span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; text-align: center; display: block;"> By: Camille

Found in the distant crypt was one repressed urge that brushed against morals, During the witching hour we caressed each other through the portal of dreams, We lie in beds distant from each others, Profusions of earth and water are between him and I, To be a vanquisher of mountains and waters such as those between us would be beyond the bounds of possibility, Maybe the miles intervening us would cease our cravings, Ah but no, No thing can harmonize the urges that gyrate from within our blood pumping organ, Hearts, Un-equivalent to ours pump for the want of life, Hearts, Such as mine and his bleed for the lust of each others love, And if found is a far distance between us, Lust will not cease, Love will not cry, Passion will not settle, Yearning will not die, For distance will not shake our Love, Eros will not become absent to our Love, Jasmine will not go missing from the breath of our Love, Lips will not be everted to hide expressions of our Love, We will not cease until the sun ceases to shine and the night ceases to dress the world in black, We will Love and we will fight a war so filled with hatred that it fails to end, We will find a way to love out loud, (And neither the angels in Heaven above, Nor the demons down under the sea, Can ever dissever my soul from the soul)

Words in parenthesis are from //Edgar Allen Poe// and his poem //Annabel Lee//

=<span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">__**About My Poetry**__ = <span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I have written poetry of a while, since I was at least in 7th grade till now. I haven't written and poems since the being of this years till now, for the lack of inspiration. And coming back to writing poetry I noticed during my break from poetry I have changed the way my poetry is and it has transformed to something that I didn't know I could do before.Poems in the past that I have written have always rhymed and matched and talked about pain and hurt. Now my poetry does not rhyme and I use better and more figurative language. After noticing this change I have gotten really excited about my poetry and its evolution to something new that I believe is better then what it was before. My poems that are placed above are examples of my change in writing, and they are usually things that describe my feelings or inspirations. Such as one about love, which the inspiration was found in one of Edgar Allen Poe's poems. They others such as the Ode to my Bra are just little inspirations from thought and my imagination. The other poem I wrote I believe the sonnet just came from my mind and thinking threw events in my life that just happen. My poems speak what my emotions can not say and describe what my mind can't imagine. The only strategy that I would say I have for writing poetry is nothing. I don't have a way to write my poems I just write them, down fast because its in the one moment that my mind is flexible and stretches itself to reach the outer thoughts that in a regular days time it probably could not. So maybe the only thing that I do when I write poetry is quickly write it down, because it will be lost and forgotten and you don't want that to happen. =<span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">**__Response to My Featured Poet__** = <span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;">

<span style="text-align: left; display: block; font-family: 'Times New Roman',Times,serif;"> I have poems from Edgar Allen Poe on my wiki, and I wanted to talk about his poems and respond to them. In his one poem //The Valley of Unrest//, I noticed rhyming, usually rhyming in poetry turns me off to it if its to simple, such as rhyming she and see and love and dove. I don't know why it annoys me, but I know that I like Edgar Allen Poe because his rhymes are not simple and seem more professional. The other poem is //A Dream With In A Dream//, I enjoy this poem because he writes in such descriptive language, that I can imagine the darkness and sense the iniquity that would be around me if I was in that setting. That's why I love to read his poems and short stories, because I can put myself in his place. The final poem is //Annabel Lee,// the main reason I love this poem is because its filled with such emotion of love and loss that it enables me to feel some what of the same feelings he was. I am very fond of Edgar Allen Poe's poetry and I have a book at home filled with his stories, tales, and poems. Which I why I chose him to be on my wiki.

<span style="font-family: 'Palatino Linotype','Book Antiqua',Palatino,serif; text-align: center; display: block;">This is a picture I took myself and chose this to be on my wiki to represent my poems. It represents my poems because they are like individual bulbs in my mind that have yet to be turned on and illuminated by time, emotion, and thoughts...