Love is a poem.

I am so glad that I won the first place at the Love Poetry Contest this year, with my favorite work called “Retainment” which was also my first post on this blog.

People talk about love all the time, however, nobody could tell what love really is. I think love is a piece of poem – not too long, but really profound. I love writing poems because every word talks and contains it’s own feeling.

Love is a poem – the memory you can remember forever after you read it and understand it. And i have to say, it is not easy.

Everyone is talking about love in their own definitions. Throughout history, poets write about love, singers sing love, musicians play love. But no one can explain love.

During my English class last Friday, Ms. Wilson introduced to us her favorite love poem, and i think this poem just portrays love perfectly:

A Deep-Sworn Vow
By William Butler Yeats
 
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine;
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.

Yes, love is when you look into someone’s eyes, you see everything you need.
Happy Valentine’s Day!

Let’s enjoy love, the most beautiful poem of life.

Mary Oliver, a poet of nature.

My favorite poet is Mary Oliver. She is the kind of the writer that perfectly combines the words by feelings. Her words can talk.

She picks up a bunch of aromatic flowers and smiles; she steps into the deep mysterious forest and listens; she smells the spiritual magic of nature and gets infatuated. She, Mary Oliver, the daughter of the earth, extracts every piece of the nature to build a poetic world filled with her particular experiences and feelings. Born in a small town with rural environment in Ohio in 1935, Mary Oliver spent her earliest days surrounding farms and fields and the deep woodlands attracted her. That became the moment when she realized the congenial places that lurked within her heart – nature.

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Once.

It emerged only once
When he warmly beams
It flashed only once
When she euphonically sings

Time
ceases
Time
flies
Time
freezes

You breezily flipped my fragile heart once
And you always will

I believe
In that moment
Called
once

I ran
For you,
For once.

Great Structures


A small sapling planted in the ground staring up at the sky and its giant sequoia brethren. Nature develops huge structures through light, carbon dioxide, and water. The forests of the world began as small seeds that became these massive structures.

This is a fitting metaphor for the human experience because everyone around us used to be a microscopic organism in the womb of your mother. We all have a personality and individual experiences, but we all started from the same place.

We built giant cities that rivaled the massive sequoias, built with steel and machinery, but in 200 years which will remain. Will the huge industrial structures of today or the ancient structures that are trees.

Moments

The moments that stay with us are often peculiar

They are difficult to explain

It may be the first time we talk to a friend

Or the last

As I have grown older memories have grown fuzzier

while others keep their clarity

What decides the memory hierarchy?

Are these the moments that define us?

When we are at our greatest

or worst.

We struggle to find meaning in the moments we remember

And even if we find what we are looking for, why ruin the simplicity of the memory.

Of Queens and Kings

We’re silly fools
with our petty fights
We have petty dreams
and sleepless nights

We lie awake
and think up things
New lives and loves
of queens and kings

We dream and wish
of things above
And get lost in
what never was

The years, they pass
the time grows thin
Our lives have flown
and we don’t know when

We spent true time
thinking up a throne:

That our own has fallen?
how we should have known

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The Plan

The plan so far
is to not grow up

But to grow grey
wrinkled and old

The difference
between the two

Is there

But you must find it
for yourself

People Around Us

We look to the people around us as a support group

Improvised experts in our life

A group of people that know us the best

Like a herd of elephants crossing Africa

We keep these people close as we make journeys

These people are told everything

And are sometimes told nothing

The people around us should be more than friends

They should become Family

Weather, Our Foe

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If natural events had emotion…

Would a Volcano be angry and let loose a scream.

Would it be ignorant of the pain that it brings.

Would rain be kind or would it be cruel.

Would it know of its soothing power and cool.

Would snow be as aloof and cold as a winter’s day.

Would it know that its sends men into the fray.

Would a tornado be hyperactive ready to spin.

Would it know that it causes human chagrin .

Imagine if the seasons stood still.

Imagine if the Weather bent to humanity’s will.

Would humans care for the weathers pain.

Or would we think of its emotions as one big game.

At least things are the way they are now.

Humanity has an uncaring foe that will always be around.