If the mind is a flower, then help it blossom with the water of thought.
Henry’s Poetry Anthology
Dedication-
DEDICATION
I dedicate all of my poems to my mother who has had unconditional love since I was born. I love you mom.
Table of Contents Page 1&2: Neglect Page 3&4: Goodbye New York Page 5&6: School Day Craze Page 7&8: Checkmate Neglect (Alliteration): Page 1&2 Page 9&10: The Robot Page 11&12: Fly Away Page 13&14: Portrait of One’s Self Page 15&16: Nights on the Ocean Page 17&18:Miami Royalty & Party Night
Page 19&20:Homework, My Nemesis Page 21&22: Make It Rain Page 23&24: Sonnet 56
Never nuzzled at nighttime, but beaten by fists. Nabbed by the neck. Battle scars that notably never fade. Nighttime noises soar through the north. Nothing noticed by those with a blind eye. Nasty nightmares filled with noise. No noble neighbors to save the soul. Never needing help more than now. The last breath of life taken by a quick snap of the neck on the noose. After all hope was lost.
Neglect
Goodbye New York, My Old Friend
Assonance (Hard I)
I say goodbye to my home. I run and play for the last time. I say goodbye to my room and my friends and look forward to the new. I am told that we will be moving to Miami where the sun shines high in the sky and the is no smog or fog, just beautiful beaches and wonderful pie. My parents did not lie. It is wonderful here but I will never forget the smoggy city that I know and love. New York
Ring, Ring, Ring Onomatopoeia The start of the day. It’s no time for Play. “Hurry Hurry, Teacher is coming!” Thump Thump Thump “Hello Children, Open your books to page 90” Ring Ring Ring The second bell means lunch. A time to socialize and munch on our lunch We wait in line to get our food. I can hear the “Clink Clink Clank” of the lunch ladies’ spoon I get my lunch and go to sit down. We chitter and chatter about the day’s news. I'm done with my lunch and by the time I stand up its time to leave and I say farewell and off I go to my 8th period class. The bell has rung and I am all packed up. I say “Thank You” and take my stuff. I go to the library to complete my homework. The flip-flap of the books are very nice but I would rather be having a Coke with Ice. Although that is nice I remember that I have work to do! I take out my books and start my work and dream of summer, oh how nice.
School Day Craze
Imagery
Checkmate
Check. Check. I feel the queen as I move to checkmate my opponent. His name is Daniel Sayu. He looks worried for he knows that I have him beat him. It is complicated. In ten long moves the game is done. Slumped in my chair, I wait for the next move of my prey. Ten minutes passed. Then twenty. When he moves his hand toward his king. He pauses and ponders. He raises his hand in the bright light of the sun flooding through the huge window of the ballroom. Hmph! He gets up and slams his King into the board, signifying that he resigns. He storms off without shaking my hand. I feel good that I won. The game is over.
The Robot
The Robot. I’m worthless. Every day I do nothing. The shadows dance across the room. The window draws in sunlight to try to light up my life. Even though my gears run I have no more purpose in life. I need to escape this. I need to find meaning in life. Yes, Yes! That is what I must do! I need to run. I stand up but the floor pulls me down. Down, down, down until my metal hits the floor. There I rest, until I am nothing more. For I am a robot with purpose no more.
Fly Away.
The ghosts haunt me in the night. The night is such a fright. To live or to die I must fly. To get away and see the day. I am starting to fray. Escape through the door. If I do live in the world, I will be poor. In captivity for seven years. I cannot even buy a beer. I cannot wait any longer I am done with this world for all my pain will go With a quick kick of the chair and a snap on the neck.
Self Portrait
Portrait Of Onesself
Eyes the color of the depths of the ocean. Dreams of becoming a writer. Young and Ambitious. Hair the color of rust. Views life as a bystander to a crime. Competitive yet compassionate. Creativity compared to Picasso.
Nights On The Ocean (Tone)
Nights On the Ocean.
Long nights on the sand. Sitting peacefully watching the tide roll in. The sun drowned in the horizon, its rays of light glimmering in the darkness of the clouds faded. The Moon Jellyfish shimmered on the sand as we went to pick them up. We created castles fit for kings but then the tide swept in and our kingdom was in ruins. Stories were told and laughter was heard. It was the best time of our lives.
Sand filled my bathing suit causing a painful sting. The tide grabbed me and pulled me into the freezing ocean. The sun burned my eyes and my skin where I could not feel my face. We went to touch the Jellyfish but I touched a man o'war instead. Our peasant-sized sand structure was swept over by the tide. Stories were so boring that I fell asleep within seconds. It was the worst time of my life.
We spent some time sitting on the sand and pondering life. The tide came forth and receded. The sun slowly fell behind its cloak of clouds. Jellyfish blending into the white sand and seashells. Our sandcastles started to look more like blobs with each wave that passes over them. Stories were told about our lives, the good and the bad. I will never forget this experience.
Mood
MIAMI ROYALTY I'm the best dancer at this party. Everybody is on the floor worshipping. I feel like a god in my new skinny jeans. Turning up to my song this is what life outta be. I am the king the rest are all wannabes. Walk outside I am Miami Royalty
Party Night My dad drops me off to the party. I am never late so I don't need to be sorry. Walking to the dance floor laughing with my friends. We are getting ready for a crazy party. Step on the floor but nobody is watching me. I am fine as long as they don't seModest
Homework, My Nemisis
Hyperbole
I feel the weight on my shoulders. Pulling me closer and closer to the ground. I think my backpack weighs 300 pounds. So much work I have to do. All I think about is you. You are of my mind Twenty Four Seven. If you were gone I would be in heaven. But here you are staring at me. My mind is stressing while I try to decompress. I have to work without a doubt. Let's just get it over with. I hate you homework.
Allusion
Make It Rain
Pullin’ out these Benjamins making it rain. Getting out my money just to buy a new plane. This one is the third and I’m making it count. Gonna’ save up more money to put in my account Making money like Lebron, without a doubt. My rhymes are so hot that they just burn yo mouth. Just lookin’ at em make you wanna shout. Making It Rain! Rolling down the block looking both ways. I may be rapping but safety is the way. This was ya boy H And now I say good day!
Sonnet 56
On Saturday Eve, shall party commence. B Thine villagers await my arrival. A My new carriage announces my presence. B Glittering jewels shine diamonds like bright. C Far I can travel I never end. D My party begins on mid summer’s night. C Dancing like lunatics we shall pretend. D So journeying through the London West End Clubs. E Alive thy city all shaking thy bums. F Royals get intoxicated at pubs. E Connecting the rich, avoiding the slums. F Operating is my advocation. G All leave thy party with appreciation. G