Credo Poem

Hugs

I believe in hugs, this may seem like a strange thing to believe in but here’s why

I believe in the warmth and security from a strong hug

I believe in how’s your day been going because everyone need a pick me up

I believe in haven’t seen you I a while hugs and I missed you with all my heart hugs because everyone needs to feel missed

I believe in that’s a little too tight hugs and I know your not alright hugs because that how you know they really care

I believe in group hug because the more the merrier right?

I believe in believe in big bear hugs and quick I have to go hug because no matter how big the hug it always make you feel better

But I guess that hasn’t really explained why I like hugs so much

I guess it’s because they make me feel like I belong

I believe that the worse thing you could do someone is ignoring them when they love you with all their heart

I believe that the worst feeling in the world is feeling alone with no one to turn to

I believe that there are curtain things that help you feel like you belong and these things are so important,

like  hugs, kisses, I love you s, family, friends

I believe that we all search for the one you want to spend the rest of your life with because facing the world alone is extremely hard

I believe that friendships end and new one’s start but we all need someone one there

I believe family will always be there for you they are like your safety net when your on the balance beam of life

But how does all this have to do with hugs because if you feel alone all it takes is one small hug to make someone feel like you belong

 

She’s Coming

She’s coming

streamed out of low-lying apartment,

Rolling suitcases,

Duffle bags

She’s coming

We are all being taken out,

Everyone is panicky,

She’s coming

People are staying?,

Excitement and adventure of riding out the storm

What?

Memories of Irene still fresh,

And this is supposed to be worse

 

http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/29/nyregion/panicked-evacuations-mix-with-nonchalance-in-hurricane-sandys-path.html?pagewanted=1&_r=0&ref=us

 

My Found Poem

Good to be Home

 

Hometown Chicago

Election

First President, Voted early

Pretty Exciting

Safe to assume, it wasn’t Romney

President joked, Old drivers license

Good to be home

 

 

My Three Emotion Poems

Poem 1: Fear

Fear of losing a loved one that’s close to your heart

Fear of striking out

Fear of time going to fast and not being able to slow it down

Fear of not knowing

Fear of disappointment when you had too much hope

Fear of your friends final wave goodbye

Fear of the walls crashing around you with no way out

Fear of losing something you don’t even have

Fear of not having enough time to finish what you started

Fear of not being good enough

Fear of dying alone

Fear of annoying someone you love

Fear of not making a difference with your life

Fear of falling in love and there not being anyone to catch you

Fear of leaving, of being left

Fear of being unprepared for what lies ahead

Fear of never telling someone how you really feel

Fear of living a boring life

Fear of being hurt by someone you love with all of your heart

Fear of not being loved back when you are loving with all your heart

Fear of not getting a second chance

Fear of uncertainty

Poem 2: The Anticipation of Love

The Anticipation of finding Mr. Right in a sea of Mr. Wrongs

The Anticipation of love at first sight

The Anticipation of a relationship where people say “Wow their still together.”

The Anticipation of seeing him in the hall

The Anticipation of his soft skin brushing against you as he rushes to his next class

The Anticipation of your one class together

The Anticipation of hearing his laugh from across the cafeteria

The Anticipation of wanting to hold his hand

The Anticipation of being more than friends

The Anticipation of finally telling him how you really feel

The Anticipation of sitting next to him on the bus

The Anticipation of your first kiss together

The Anticipation of him holding you tight as you watch a horror movie

The Anticipation of the first “I love you”

The Anticipation of waiting for his call

The Anticipation of his kisses on you forehead

The Anticipation of his warm touch on a cold day

The Anticipation of smelling his freshly sprayed cologne as he holds you so tight and makes you feel so safe

The Anticipation of your perfect kiss in the rain

The Anticipation of falling asleep on his shoulder after a long day

The Anticipation of  the cute “I love you” texts

The Anticipation of  him holding his strong arm around your waist telling everyone around that you are taken

The Anticipation of traveling to see his family for the first time

The Anticipation of the perfect proposal

The Anticipation of picking out your wedding dress

The Anticipation of wedding bells

The Anticipation of buying your first house together and making it a home

The Anticipation of buying him a tie for each one of his birthdays even though you know he will never wear them

The Anticipation of loving each other until the day you die

Poem 3: I want you to love me like. 

Today I saw you across the room and all i thought about is how much i wanted you to love me.

I want you to love me like the sun loves kissing he horizon after a long day. I want you to love me like the sky loves the moon and the sun and the stars and clouds.

I want you to love me like a girl loves shoes, on sale, like laces love being laced and shoes love being tied. I want you to love me like a sail loves the wind that blows it across the ocean tide.

I want you to love me like a gardener loves the first bud of spring, like you love your mattress with all those comfy springs, I want you to love me like my mom loves coffee in the morning.

I want you to love me like Phineas loves Ferb, like hakuna loves matata, I want you to love me like Micky loves Minnie and Donald loves Daffy and Goofy loves loves…. umm I don’t know but the point is

I want you to love me like a priest loves the bible they preach,and a teacher loves the students they teach, sometimes.

I want you to love me like A loves Z because even though there a whole alphabet apart they still can’t live without each other.

I want you to love me like teenage girls love Justin Bieber, like a beaver loves wood, like a freezing cold man love the heat from a burning wood fire.

I want you to love me like a student loves the last bell on friday, like a teacher loves the last bell on friday. I want you to love me like tick loves tock, like a man loves the clock five minutes before break.

But most of all I want you to love me like I love you and that a love I don’t know how to put into words.

Reflection on Mr. Reeves Visit to Our Classroom

Mr. Reeves came and talked to us about this life in South Africa during apartheid. It was quite inspiring and impressive story. South Africa was extremely segregation. I couldn’t imagine a world with segregation even though it is very prominent within different countries. I believe one of the most important things Mr. Reeves mentioned was that the country was reunited again with hard work and dedication by President Nelson Mandela.

He also mentioned that as a white boy growing up in a segregation he didn’t understand the what was going on around him, but as he got older he realized how much segregation there is in the country he was living in. Nelson Mandela was a brave and courageous man who used sport to reunite the country. The way he used something that everyone can relate to and reunite a country of people who have been segregated for years.

 

Nelson Mandela had such an affect on the world that they even mad a song about him click the link below to see it.

 

Mentor Poet: Sarah Kay and Phil Kaye

I chose Sarah and Phil as my mentor poets because I like the way they use both of their voices to create a dialogue between each other. I like it because it gives you multiple views on the topic they are speaking about. I think that Sarah and Phil will help me with my poetry by making it more interesting and adding another twist to the poetry I am performing. I think this is a twist on poetry and is a different way to entertain the audience.