Dylan+cordivari

= __ Poetry Quote: //**"**// If you cannot be a poet, be the poem ." __ David Carradine =

Learning how to ride:
Grinding of the ground is a very entrancing sound Riding through the street the vibrations through my feet

Wind blowing steady I knew when i started that i was ready wind blows fast and my eyes watered it wobbled a bit and my stance faltered

My television set:
You sit there turned off doing nothing but collecting dust Your black screen like a dark colored pond reflecting the room.

Not in use by the people in the house only to be turned on when a movie is being watched. wires draped around you like a sad christmas tree

Your left out just like Rudolf surrounded by the other TVs in the room The old VCR sits under you in the gloom Streaks down your face from drawings in the dust-

-it seems like claw mark running through it all You are my TV and you sit there alone contemplating what it would be like to be on

The world we live in:
This is the world we live in And these are the hands we're given. Try to hold it all inside. Waiting for the bad memories to soon subside.

Fighting to clean up the mess. Changing this world is the ultimate test. Can we fix our messed up ways? Or are these our final days?

I see the world crashing down. Standing tall with two feet on the ground. The sound of burning fires roar. This is the opportunity we have been waiting for.

William Shakespear:
William Shakespeare is very well known for his many plays. He was also a poet and had many poems and sonnets. He wrote through most of his life and was very intelligent. To this day he remains one of the most famous writers in the entire world. He is known all over the world for this entire collections of stories and plays and poems that he wrote through out his time on this earth, He uses the same diverse combination of his Shakespearian language to write his poems. In all of his work her likes to refer to life. He talks about many things that occur to everyone in their lives. He talks about kings and wars and people from all over. He writes about beauty and looks and tons of different things. His works uses a series of comparisons and personification and similes and repetition to prove his points. His different formatting is very simple. He writes all of his poems in big chunks and never in stanzas like most people write their poems. The way he writes his poems could be consider being very lyrical and when you read them you almost sing them after each and every line that you read.

He talks a lot about love in his poems. Some poems he looks down upon love but in many he looks into the detailed beauty of people and he uses a diverse combination of words to describe a person’s beauty. He likes to talk about how love can often be fake and the same goes for friendship but at other times he speaks of the opposite. He will speak about how life is full of complaining the entire way through. Not wanting to take a bath or go to school or go to work or do your job. He sometimes even talks about how things in life aren’t good like how he says friendship is mere folly and he thinks that love is basically the same thing.

He talks about life in many aspects. He talks about how life is set like a stage. He refers to it as a play. As in each stage of our life from infant to senior is another setting on stage another scene being acted out throughout our lives. When you are young it is your youth that symbolizes the first setting on stage. When you get older it sets more and more stages in your life for you to follow. He sees that people work all the time just to gain the same outcomes. He frowns upon a lot of things.

One last thing that I had noticed was the fact that he would use a lot of words in his rhyming schemes. A lot of the words that he used were just barely able to rhyme. He constantly uses words that stretch the limits of rhyming, like the words: Temperate, and Date. They rhyme but they are not the ideal choice for rhyming with one another. He simply pushes the limits of how the words sound.

What we have done to the world:
I try to put the pieces together Then I watch as they break and tumble down The reckoning has come. Where's our savior? We don't try we simply watch without a sound The desolate landscape, a shell of youth. Fires burning our world are deafening. Can we work to finally find the truth? Seems we are consumed by our reckoning. The end of the line has devoured us. It is time to simply open our eyes. The skies are dead. Soon to be sulfurous. Now we are left. No one to hear our cries I see that we have failed our mother earth. Even though we had known it gave us birth

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Recording For My Sonnet:
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I was raised by philly:
I was raised by books the pages turning the vocabulary diverse i was raised by each page

I was raised by music strumming of guitar beating of drums the up and down melody of a singer

I was raised by the noises of a crappy neighborhood siren waves and streets unpaved gun shots ringing through the night i was raised by philly

My analysis:
In my poetry I like to write about the world a lot. I love to write about the direction that I think this world is going in. Like in the riff poem that I did I wrote the line I "Fighting to clean up the mess. Changing this world is the ultimate test." In this poem I wrote about the world that we live in and what is to come. I also wrote a similar topic in my sonnet, which was about the world coming close to its end because of what we have done to it. I use darker themes when I write my poems.

In the poems I have written I tried to experimenting with different words to expand my vocabulary and be able to make things fit into the poems the same way. I never really know what I am going to write when I write poems I just kind of think about it on the spot. I like to improvise my poems.