POETRY+LESSONS+PMOON13

media type="file" key="06 Golden.m4a" From Mr. Digges, we learned that poetry isn't just poetry. Poetry can be songs in various genres such as hard-core metal, or art, or etc. This poem contains various metaphors/ similes that can be interpreted many different ways. I believe this is what makes similes, and metaphors interesting- it's definition isn't definite, it depends on how you look at it to define it. How cruel is the golden rule, When the lives we lived are only golden plated. And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me, Though I carried carats for everyone to see. And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies. And all the lovers with no time for me. And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me.
 * __The Golden by Fallout Boy__**

Tongues on the sockets of electric dreams, Where the sewage of youth drowned the spark of my teens. And I knew that the lights of the city were too heavy for me, (Too heavy for me.) Though I carried carats for everyone to see. (Everyone to see.) And I saw god cry in the reflection of my enemies. And all the lovers with no time for me. And all of the mothers raise their babies to stay away from me, And pray they don’t grow up to be...

Oh how cruel is Time! Feeling no sympathy to wait for others, Aging us with His power, Oh how cruel is Time!
 * Cruelty of Time: Lyric Poem**

Oh how I hate His impassive eyes! Those unresponsive, unfeeling, unemotional look, Why can't He look at me with His warm, bright eyes That brings such warmth to the world? A little share of benevolence is all we ask, To stop running once in a while, To catch a little breath so that you can run again, Your life is longer than the greatest number can express. Our life is shorter than the smallest number you can imagine, Why can't you break a few rules to let us live a short sweet life, Sweeter than the sweetest sweets that any sweets can taste? Are you listening to me?? By Peter Moon

Description: This lyric poem is about how Time is so unfair. Time doesn't wait for anyone, nor does it have any special feelings. It does not suddenly slow down, nor does it suddenly speed up. This lyric poem also elaborates on how Time goes on until eternity, whether humans exist or not. So the speaker in the poem passionately asks if Time could slow down for us. This poem is rich with alliteration, and metaphors.

In the deepest of the darkest woods of the Amazon, Have I lost my dearest darling Ralph. Running away from its Master like a swarm of bees, Faster than its Master can bear, I wonder why my dog has run away!
 * __Seperation: Narrative Poem__**

I used to feed him with the most delicious dog food, I used to bathe him every morning, I used to comb his fur every ten minutes, I used to play CATCH with him every Monday through Sunday, I used to take him everywhere I went,

Now that I think back I slowly realize why my dog has ran away, I never let him go anywhere without me, I never let him play catch with someone else every Monday through Sunday, I never let anyone else comb his fur every ten minutes, I never let him be bathed by anyone except for me.

I wonder if these are truly the reason why Ralph had run away.

In the midst of my darkest sorrow, I feel a tingle of sensation that brings me hope, I wonder what would happen if I tried to talk to Ralph through my heart. So I shift into a meditating position, And start waiting for Ralph to answer back...

I wait and wait until it seems to be walking on an endless road, I shout, I cry, I plead, I ask for Ralph to reply but he simply won't, Deep in my heart I know he can hear me, I know that he wants to reply but something is holding him back, Terror, Fear, Panic, Fright is seizing him.

In run into the endless path of the Amazon in search of Ralph, Then as I run for about a minute I see my dear pet Ralph dead. And an Anaconda viciously devouring overy my backpack. Now I realize what I've done in life. I was no better than the Anaconda itself.

Description: This narrative poem is a story talking about a dog and its master. The dog and its master are both lost in the Amazon. More depressingly, the dog runs away and the chance of finding the dog is like digging an endless pit. The story reaches its climax as the dog is lost in the deepest and the darkest forest of the Amazon. However, later on, the master finds his dog dead. This poem is rich with metaphors, similes, and imagery.

The Christmas ring in your fingers, Is most beautiful on you, With you and the ring everything is so grande, Everything is so belittled in front of you.
 * __Christmas Ring: Symbolic Poem__**

Not even the biggest 24 karat gold-ring, Can try to donwgrade your fame. The aristocrats try to abash you with their flashy rings, Scorning how your bronze-smithed ring is so lame.

But you wouldn't let them hurt your feelings. Instead you laugh it off, By admitting the quality of your ring. The noble men becoming more infuriated tries to trade with the Bronze ring.

However you politely decline their offer, Explaining how the ring is priceless, For the ring is from your husband that is inside the coffin. The gentlemen abashed and fooled walks away feeling distressed.

Description: This symbolic poem is about a christmas ring. Rich noble men are scorning a beautiful woman that is poor, by comparing their rings with hers. However, the story becomes interesting as the noble men are enlightened by what the ring is for. At last, it is the noble men that feels ashamed. This poem is rich with symbolism and rhymes.

__**"TO AUTUMN"**__ READ BY PETER MOON media type="file" key="the Poem read by peter moon.mp3"