Ashyné+Bright

"A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness." -Robert Frost


 * A Dream Never Recovered (Memory Poem)**

I would love to be in your arms baby, just to feel your heart beating with mine, I wanna be one with you, skin to skin, nose to nose, pulse to blood pumping pulse, No one can boil my blood through my veins like you do, every time i hear you say "Pooh ii Love Yhu" my heart races faster than a bullet train, we are unstoppable, baby we make Romeo and Juliet look like a preschool romance, Puppy Love !!!! Let's dance, to the rhythmic beat of your souls music, swaying to the flow of your hearts beating drums, We are magic ! You are beautiful, gorgeous, Picture Perfect, Your Beautiful brown eyes, Slightly small but plump lips, Oh so sweet carmel skin tone, sandy brown hair with a hint of ginger highlights, & Smooth long gorgeous legs, You are my life line, as sunlight is to a Red Rose, my peddles would wither if your love was ever no more, if i had one wish, it would be a day && a life time with you, i would love && cherish you, Flaws && All, Days when you just wanna cry, my shoulder is your handkerchief, Come in tired and don't wanna cook, i'm Martha Stewart, That time of the month, When all you wanna do is pull your hair out, i'm your Advil, Stressed, Baby i'm your stress ball, And you ask, "Bae does this make me look fat", Never to lie to you i say, "Honey if i didn't know any better i would've mistaken you for Miss America!" My goal is to please you in every way possible, Never will the day come when you say "What happened to us" rather than "Baby the day i saw you i new you would be the one, we are untouchable!" Mrs. && Mrs.Undefined ! There will be definitions of our love, legendary stories of how we became bionic, We will rewrite the definition of Unconditional Love, Make big time romance stories look like children's bedtime books, Honey We Are love and all its wonders, WE DEFINE THE WORDS……

I LOVE YOU


 * Feedback From Max**
 * +Love the metaphors**
 * +Very well structured**
 * +while the metaphors were well written, some were a little cheesy.**


 * Thoughts for revision:**
 * + think of more original metaphors**
 * + try to get deeper**
 * + think about what im really trying to say**

//**ODE TO PAMPERS !**//

Ode to my pampers, How you cradle my poop with care, Letting air run through the little crises So my butt cheeks can breathe, Keeping my booty warm, Ode to my pampers, How i love then so, Luvs, Cruisers, And Swaddlers too, Well it was nice having you, My cotton filled friend, Time say good bye, So i can say hi to my other pamper friends

//**(Riff) Small Pain In My Chest**//

The soldier boy was sitting calmly underneath that tree.  As I approached it, I could see him beckoning to me.  The battle had been long and hard and lasted through the night  And scores of figures on the ground lay still by morning's light.  "I wonder if you'd help me, sir", he smiled as best he could.  "A sip of water on this morn would surely do me good. We fought all day and fought all night with scarcely any rest - A sip of water for I have a small pain in my chest."  As I looked at him, I could see the large stain on his shirt  All reddish-brown from his warm blood mixed in with Asian dirt.  "Not much", said he. "I count myself more lucky than the rest.  They're all gone while I just have a small pain in my chest." "Must be fatigue", he weakly smiled.  "I must be getting old. I see the sun is shining bright and yet I'm feeling cold.  We climbed the hill, two hundred strong, but as we cleared the crest, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">The night exploded and I felt this small pain in my chest." <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "I looked around to get some aid - the only things I found Were big, deep craters in the earth <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">- bodies on the ground. I kept on firing at them, sir. I tried to do my best, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> But finally sat down with this small pain in my chest." "I'm grateful, sir", he whispered, as I handed my canteen <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">And smiled a smile that was, I think, the brightest that I've seen. "Seems silly that a man my size so full of vim and zest, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Could find himself defeated by a small pain in his chest." <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "What would my wife be thinking of her man so strong and grown, If she could see me sitting here, too weak to stand alone? <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Could my mother have imagined, as she held me to her breast, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That I'd be sitting HERE one day with this pain in my chest?" <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "Can it be getting dark so soon?" He winced up at the sun. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> "It's growing dim and I thought that the day had just begun. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I think, before I travel on, I'll get a little rest .......... And, quietly, the boy died from that small pain in his chest. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> I don't recall what happened then. I think I must have cried; I put my arms around him and I pulled him to my side <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> And, as I held him to me, I could feel our wounds were pressed <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> The large one in my heart against the small one in his chest

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">**__I Was Raised By...__**

<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I was raised by, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Don't cross that street with out holding my hand, Say yes please and thank you, Don't say that bad word, Say it Spell it Say it, Don't drink your juice before you finish your food, Do what i tell you to do, Thank god for waking you up this morning, Church on sunday, Type of GRANDMOTHER.

I was raised by, I asked you a question now answer, Hey boo boop, Do your work, What you want from the store, I love you, See you next sunday baby, Your mother loves you, Call me sometimes, Let's play some ball, Work on your right hand nay, Type of FATHER.

I was raised by, We going to Franklin Mills, What you want for christmas, Do you wanna go, Can't snap but srceam, Clean the house from top to bottom, Play the Wii, Sit on my feet, Putting cold hands in your shirt, High tempered, Come over my house, Always there for you, Dancing around in the living room, Type of AUNT.

I was raised by, Blue peppermint eating, Get me the salt, Lets order strombolli, Hey baby, Morning sweetheart, Can you go to the store for me sweetie, Dirty nails, Construction worker, Get home late, Type Of GRANDFATHER.

I was raised by, Nay can you help me, Can i have some, You have no imagination, Remeber the time we, You wanna play the game with me... Then never give me a turn, You going to eat that, Always hungry, Type of BROTHER.

My Poet: __**//Phillis Wheatly//**__