Jennie+Albright


 * "Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..." -Unknown **



My poetry revolves around life. They relate to problems that everyone has to go through and understands. Writing the poems helps me express my emotions, and reading them can help others. Sometimes it’s easier to know that someone in the world understands exactly what you’re going through. In “Ode To My Moon,” many different people can relate in many different ways. The ode is what you could call one long metaphor. It relates to people who have lost something good in their lives, lost something that made them smile, or just people that can’t see the stars at night and understand how much power the moon actually has in the darkest of the night. My other poems are more direct about what they’re talking about. They’re very specific, but they’re about topics that everyone lives through, death, being different, and being in love. I hope you enjoy the poems. Jennie A<3 xoxoxo


 * Ode Poem**

Ode To My Moon-JCA<3xoxoxo In the darkest Blackest night The moon glows Shines Shimmers beautifully Behind the storm clouds. It is the moon That guides us From complete Darkness Lights the way Through the nebulous sky Of the witching hour. When the stars And planets Are submerged in black The shining moon Leads us.

Tonight it fails.

 The Great And Powerful O z-JCA<3 xoxoxo She laid there on the white couch, Her tears splotched the color with gray, She made one sound that whole day, One screech at the beginning. She put her head against her parent’s denim knees, Soaking them with the hot tears, That left her eyes, But never reached her lips.
 * Praise Poem**

After laying still for hours, She moved Left. Until she stood in front of the wet earth, Soft and pretty brown, The effects of being freshly dug. She fell to her knees, As a new fire burnt her, Suffocating her from the inside, out. New tears turned the rims of her eyes red, Blurred the image in front of her, She whispered, “Goodbye puppy,” To the soft earth, As a new wave of warm tears and choking sobs hit, Stuttered her breathing where she knelt, Knowing that she would always feel him, In her heart But never touch his soft fur, Never again.


 * Riff Poem**

Unique - JCA<3 xoxoxo

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were

Little girls Dressed in pink tutus Surrounded me on all sides Enclosing me in a wall of Graceful swans In the burning white light of the sun, And I The lone eagle Flew in my own night Reaching for the light of the sun But never even attaining The shining sparkles Stuck in the midnight hour with me.

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were

These beige walls Creating safety and comfort For the little ones Scurrying under and over The glistening mahogany brown table, These beige walls Create a metal barrier Between me And my true place Though my mind becomes blank When I try to find Where exactly that is And I blink and shake my head When I sense confused gazes Upon my hazy blue-eyes.

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were

A glowing fire Warming from the inside And no one around me Understands I take their mindless words Each one cutting a new gash Bleeding over the glowing fire Trying to cut through it like water But never succeeding Except in causing two fires One to glow and flow And one to burn and writhe Passion and anger coexisting But I could never be right Not in their eyes I can’t possibly feel this passion They don’t even feel the glowing fire.

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were Not feel as others feel I would always be Uniquely me A lone eagle In the night. __//-- "From childhood's hour I have not been As others were": Edgar Allan Poe, Alone//__


 * Sonnet**

Fortress- JCA<3 xoxoxo

If I could ever really tell you why My heart races against the sands of time Faster and faster whenever you’re near Skin freezes over with sickening fear.

I’ve built a fortress for people like you Someone who could break a person in two Rip someone apart just to watch them bleed Turn a towering fern into a seed.

You use this sick passion burning inside Making it blaze when your soft lips touch mine You heal my salted wounds with your cool breath And if you were gone… I’d rather face death.

I won’t forget that mysterious day When you, my life, ripped my fortress away.

__**Edgar Allan Poe:**__

Edgar Allan Poe writes many dark poems. He wrote of loneliness, death, love, and he questions the world. He uses some kind of rhyme scheme in all of his poems and expresses his feelings about the world with his writing, sends his ideas through rhythm and rhyme. In “Alone” he expresses his difference, the difference between how he sees life, and how others see life. He tells us about how he is alone, how no one else is like him. He shows us his understanding of how different and alone his way of seeing and thinking truly is. In his poem “A Dream Within A Dream” Poe questions what life is. He questions the very root of what this life is. At first it’s like he tells us what life we live in. That everything we know is a dream. In the second stanza of the poem it’s more like he questions what life is. Not questions what he believes is true, but as if he asks his audience if they also believe what he does. He asks them if what he believes is probable, or a fact. Edgar Allan Poe expresses love in his poem “Annabel Lee.” He speaks of a true love, something pure and unchanging. So much in love that the angels killed Annabel to stop their love because they were jealous. However, it doesn’t kill their love. Even in death they love each other, their souls are bound together and nothing could ever stop it. He was showing that love never dies, because you’ll always be in each others hearts. Poe's poems are very diverse but very central to the ideas of life today. Poe was extremely wise and the emotions and scenarios he expresses in all of his poems are, even though he died long ago his poems apply to the real world today. I think that many people can connect to Poe's work in one way or another.

 Alone

From childhood's hour I have not been As others were--I have not seen As others saw--I could not bring My passions from a common spring-- From the same source I have not taken My sorrow--I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone-- And all I lov'd--I lov'd alone-- Then--in my childhood--in the dawn Of a most stormy life--was drawn From ev'ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still-- From the torrent, or the fountain-- From the red cliff of the mountain-- From the sun that 'round me roll'd In its autumn tint of gold-- From the lightning in the sky As it pass'd me flying by-- From the thunder, and the storm-- And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view-- 

A Dream Within A Dream

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 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.

I was a child and she 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, chilling My beautiful Annabel Lee; So that her highborn 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 the cloud by night, 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 feel 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 sounding sea.