Marjorie+Moreno

" Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us"

Ode to Chocolate

Oh Chocolate! how tasty you are you melt in my mouth my favorite kind of Candy is you

Better than gold and silver some dark, some not Oh Chocolate! I love you so much

My father and I

The dawn was breaking she was barely waking he looked deeply into her eyes you love me? he asked yes.. she reply could you forgive me? ...

She saw he was crying And the tears began to pool in her eyes But her heart was hard as a rock it did not let her cry

He was begging her for forgiveness just like she always wanted to but her wounds were already closed

he looked deeply into her eyes her eyes were hard, like stones, like emeralds could you forgive me? he asked no.. she reply Her eyes were like topaz - hard and clear and very deep

she started to feel weaker as he walked out the door her eyes closed her tears fell A new day started

Empty Box

Death is when your loved ones must depart ( first line by Rebekah Joh) Death is a empty space in your heart

When you're moping around all the time Because you lost someone you love The oxygen turns into a poison Nothing is right!

Death is like an empty box Death is a pen without ink without soul That's death

Sonnet Black Soul

It is like I have turned into an empty shell, There’s an amount of emptiness where feelings used to be Eventually my house turned into my own little private hell I didn’t wanted to remember what we used to be.

It is pretty interesting how life seems simple and then You wake up one day, and ironically you’re missing a friend And unwanted you are forced to watch life slowly spend Unwanted, force to keep going right up until the end.

I sit in solitude trying to work my troubles out Wondering and also pondering which day you will come back I bet you still think about me - without any doubt I am still alive but my soul is still black

Your face isn't longer in my memories, I fell relieve Sometime someone will come to save me: This I believe.

My poem My father and I tells a story about a girl (me) and her dad, even though she love her dad she can’t forgive him, all her life she was waiting for him to apologize for what he had done, that’s the only thing she wanted her whole live. Then he asked finally apologize it was too late, she didn’t want to be weak anymore, but at the same time she wanted to hug him thigh and let him know what he really means to her. She was tired of all the things he had done; she knew that if she forgive him now, he will make the same mistake later and apologize again; and that’s how things where, she didn’t want to play his game anymore, and after he step out of the door, some tears feel down; because even though she knew that he’ll make the same mistake later, she couldn’t control her feelings because the one that was asking for forgives was her father and she loved him with or without his mistakes. My poem Empty Box talks about death. It basically tells that your heart doesn’t have to stop beating in other for you to be death; it basically tells about people sometimes are death but their heart is still beating, and how important the soul of the people is important. My sonnet Black Soul tells how hart its for someone to lose a friend, a boyfriend, a family member etc…**
 * A statement about your own poetry:

Federico Garcia Lorca Poems Fare Well by If I die, leave the balcony open.

The little boy is eating oranges. (From my balcony I can see him.)

The reaper is harvesting the wheat. (From my balcony I can hear him.)

If I die, leave the balcony open!

The Faithless Wife So I took her to the river believing she was a maiden, but she already had a husband. It was on St. James night and almost as if I was obliged to. The lanterns went out and the crickets lighted up. In the farthest street corners I touched her sleeping breasts and they opened to me suddenly like spikes of hyacinth. The starch of her petticoat sounded in my ears like a piece of silk rent by ten knives. Without silver light on their foliage the trees had grown larger and a horizon of dogs barked very far from the river. Past the blackberries, the reeds and the hawthorne underneath her cluster of hair I made a hollow in the earth I took off my tie, she too off her dress. I, my belt with the revolver, She, her four bodices. Nor nard nor mother-o’-pearl have skin so fine, nor does glass with silver shine with such brilliance. Her thighs slipped away from me like startled fish, half full of fire, half full of cold. That night I ran on the best of roads mounted on a nacre mare without bridle stirrups. As a man, I won’t repeat the things she said to me. The light of understanding has made me more discreet. Smeared with sand and kisses I took her away from the river. The swords of the lilies battled with the air. I behaved like what I am, like a proper gypsy. I gave her a large sewing basket, of straw-colored satin, but I did not fall in love for although she had a husband she told me she was a maiden when I took her to the river.

Before the Dawn But like love the archers are blind

Upon the green night, the piercing saetas leave traces of warm lily.

The keel of the moon breaks through purple clouds and their quivers fill with dew.

Ay, but like love the archers are blind!

The poet Federico Garcia Lorca in most of his poems talks about love. In one of them he tells a story about a women and a man, that poem shows how sometimes people lie when they are in a relationship, sometimes the other person knows that she/he is being unfaithful but they don’t say nothing because they want to see how far do they partners go, it also shows that most of the time people lie about heir feelings and that they say that they love you but they really don’t, shows how someone is trying to get something out of the relationship, in this poem the man was trying to have sex with the women, he knew that she had a husband, he didn’t love her, but the only thing that he was trying to get out of that relationship was pleasure. In other of his poems he talks about how love is blind and sometimes you don’t decide to love certain people, but somehow you just can’t control it. For example let say that you know this women who is the complete opposite of you, and you know that you can’t fall in love with her, but somehow even though she’s complete different than you fall in love with her, or let say that you are the “good” boy and she is the “bad” girl in the school, you know what are your expectative in a girl and you know that she’s bad and you don’t want to fall in love with someone like that, but somehow you do fall in love with her even though it goes against your believes, in conclusion he talks about how sometimes you can’t control your feelings, sometimes your feelings control you.

