Monday, May 25, 2009

Poetry.

Poetry.
You know, more often then not
It's pure imagination
Even the most vivid descriptions
Are nothing more than fantasies;
Desires
The poet hasn't really experienced
The events that transpire
But you'd never know it
By reading his recollections.
I admit,
Sometimes there are experiences
So wonderful; surreal
That they must be recorded
Within the perameters of a poem
More often then not though
The record is symbolic
Each image representing
A thought, feeling or even a passing whim

I love my own poetry
More than anyone else's
Because I know what each symbol stands for
For me, my poetry is a photograph
Of what I was feeling and experiencing
At the time
And while I love the poetry of others,
I only understand some things
And my insights are limited
But, when I do recognize
And understand their intentions,
It makes reading the poem
That much more fulfilling

As I said before,
Poetry is a photograph
But not in the typical way
Unlike real photographs,
Each person who reads a poem
Takes something different from it;
Something they can relate to,
That corresponds
With where they are in life.
In this way, above all else,
Poetry is unique
For it transforms
Not only the writer
But also the reader,
And makes him
A poet too.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Gazing Through the Looking Glass
By: Amelia Rose


Gazing through the looking glass
Through the windows of my soul
I wonder what the mirror
Thinks of what it sees
As it looks upon me daily
As sand pours through the hour glass
And time ticks steadily on
All the while, my heart beats in its rhythm
Like the waves upon the seas

I wonder what reflects
From the depths within my soul
I wonder what escapes
As I peer at myself
Through slitted eyes
And stare into them to search
For what questions may arise
What secrets leak out?
What stories are told?
What do my eyes confide?
This I wonder as I open them more wide

Gazing through the looking glass
Through the windows of my soul
I search for me; myself;
The hidden truths that make me whole

Friday, May 8, 2009

So I have found a way to smuggle crap outa the AP Tests. yeah.
Current mood: devious
lol I spent my AP Calc Test writing poetry because I was bored & then i wanted to keep the poems i wrote instead of just having them thrown out. So, ingeniously i wrote them on a tissue and no one even noticed as i wadded it up and put it in my pocket before they collected our tests! lol i know, i'm brilliant. =)

so here are my AP Calc-Inspired poems from a tissue:

Sunshine of Peace
By Amelia Rose

Watching the sunshine
Dance in the trees
Incandescent as the love
That brings me to my knees
Each day as I pray
Makes me wonder...
What if,
When all is said and done,
Time doesn't matter
Nor the hearts you've won
What if,
When the skies turn to gray
What if,
As night fades from day
What if,
The peace
That yet for so long
Has evaded this world
This time and generation
Is there in the sunshine
Has been there, this whole dispensation
But we take no notice
As we rush about our lives
While goodness, morality, integrity;
Hope.
Only just survives...


Poem #2


I hear...

Laughter
Laughter of youth
Frivolous pleasure
Which entertains
But does not last


I see...

Loneliness
Pain, Hatred, Envy
Malice;
Fear.
Repressed behind their eyes...


I feel...

Pity
For they don't realize
Don't understand
Don't know
The Truth
Lost in a world devoid of meaning,
Of purpose
Of trust and joy
They wander around
Groping in darkness
For something to hold to
Something; someone
Anything; Anyone
But even when they find it
It gives way under them
For nothing less
Than the fulness of the truth
Can endure forever
Bringing happiness and surety


I hope...

That one day
Love will return to this nation
That lies will cease
Slander and gossip desist to exist
For their sakes, I hope
That the Light and Life
And Truth of the world
May soften their hearts
That they might find joy;
Everlasting, wholesome, pure


I dream...