Khalil+Clark

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

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 * Memory Poem:**

That bright green grass The smell of spring The crisp cool air Bike riding in the park

We did this often Can we continue Is this something we do with our own children I miss those days

Just a second chance to relive that moment is what I'd like to do. Mom and Dad what happened...


 * Ode to Crochet:**

The things you do Your always there I just pull you out and go What is about you You have a special effect O crochet I can't let you go

It's the way you run through my fingers I feel your soft touch against my skin Relaxation is how it happens When I finish, I know I've accomplished a great gift O Crochet please don't leave me


 * Rift Poem:**
 * With a Line from Naomi Shihab Nye and e.e. cummings**

I do and don't love you, Isn't that happiness Because I'm not sure We toss the L-Word around so much Does it even have a meaning

Since feeling is first Who pays any attention I lost that feeling of hope Tell me what i'm suppose to feel What I'm suppose to want What I need Then maybe, just maybe

I'll gain the strength The strength to love for one another The strength to ever feel something that I may not have felt before

Love what is Love When you care for someone in a way you never cared for someone else You have found love

Love is powerful A sense of pride Feeling something you've always wanted Yea then you know what love is Then you've discovered what Love is

Once you love yourself you can love for someone else I have yet to see what love is


 * I was Raised by...**

I was raised by keep your grades up pull it together in school stop letting them slip you know your capable of it Kind of school

Let's hang out today We're all one big family I got your back If you don't have it just let me know I can help you out

Argue one sec then laugh the next Have a good time Type of friends

No me digas que no I'll be missing you We R Who We R Dog Days Are Over First Love

Glorious Everybody Dies, but not Everybody Lives Yeah that Music

Get out of my face I don't care I say what I feel If you have a problem with me, come to me first

Don't let it get to you I hate people, oh my god Your pushing it Khalil kinda attitude

Contraception in the morning Trash everywhere Overcrowded Weird smells

Always having problems Make me late for school Use you everyday Yeah, SEPTA

Don't need you Keeping money in my pocket Able to do what I want Not so clingy

More time to myself Ain't gotta think about you Not having a relationship That kinda love.

Good eating non-burning Restaurant having Culinary Arts

Listen to others Give feedback No criticism Therapist Those carers

That is the life I've been raised on.... How about you?

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 * Sonnet:**

I take a quick walk to the 8 bus stop Where a lot of people wait As I stand I here sirens of a cop The bus should come soon. Please don't make me late

Heading to the term as I listen to music Before someone pulls the string I put my pass away so I don't lose it Then I grab my phone as it starts to ring

It was just my good friend Chelsea As we talk I hit the boulevard While we drive I told her I see trees But I don't see any houses with yards

When I get to the term, me and Chelsea greet Then I tell her I want a nice cut of meat


 * Work of Emotions:**

- As a high school student I sometimes find my inspiration to write. When given writing assignments, I try to find something to write about, but lose focus when I can’t come up with ideas. This poetry unit I thought the same thing would happen because I never found the inspiration to write poetry. I always learned how to analyze poems, and write my own, but I never had anything in mind to write about. Although it took me a day or two to start my memory poem and my ode, I used my life and things I like to do as a way to write poetry. - I wanted to set a picture in people’s mind that at one point my life seemed like it was going great. Once my parents separated and got divorced, a lot of things changed. They might not have noticed, but it had an impact on my life. I’d also like to talk about an occurring theme of finding out what love is. - I chose to write about crochet because when I was young I liked what I saw my grandmother and I knew at some point I would want to know how to make things. Once I finally learned how to knit and crochet in 8th grade, I liked what I was doing and it kept me relaxed so I kept it up. For my rift poem, I chose to write about the area around me. These things ranged from what I see on SEPTA, to simple things like music. A lot of straightforward things. - I’m not really sure if I used a lot of descriptive language in my writing, I would have to get someone to give me feedback on my writing. I tried my best to use language that would help people get to know me through my writing.
 * My Poetry Analysis:**