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To My Mother by Edgar Allan Poe

Because I feel that, in the Heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you— You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virginia's spirit free. My mother—my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life.

This poem is about a guy who misses his mother. His mother must have died at an early age, and he writes a poem about her on how he feels about her. This guy as he writes this poem he tells his mother that he misses her and he loves her and wishes she was still here living today. The poetic device I found here was simile, repetition, ryhme and oxoymoron.
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Quilts Nikki Giovanni

Like a fading piece of cloth I am a failure

No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able To hold the hot and cold

I wish for those first days When just woven I could keep water From seeping through Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave Dazzled the sunlight with my Reflection

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

I offer no apology only this plea:

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm

And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers

And cuddle near

This poet is realating herself to a quilt, she finds herself a failure and feels weak as a cloth. She also tells how she feels and expresses by how she means she is comared to a quilt. She feels as if she could be stronger like when a quilt was first woven. The poetic device I found in this poem would be a metaphor.
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Watermelons Charles Simic

Green Buddhas On the fruit stand. We eat the smile And spit out the teeth.


 * Analyze:**This author is talking about how the green buddhas are a type a of people and they're really fat. It also means the watermelon is big and fat and when we bite into it it makes a smile, so when we eat the watermelon we eat the smile. When we eat the watermelon we spit out the seeds which is the teeth in the watermelon. This author also makes a comparrison in this poem. The poetic device I found here is that this poem is a metaphor.

Luther Vandross: Dance with my father again

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep Then up the stairs he would carry me And I knew for sure I was loved If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end How I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again When I and my mother would disagree To get my way, I would run from her to him He’d make me laugh just to comfort me Then finally make me do just what my mama said Later that night when I was asleep He left a dollar under my sheet Never dreamed that he would be gone from me If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him I’d play a song that would never, ever end ‘Cause I’d love, love, love To dance with my father again Sometimes I’d listen outside her door And I’d hear how my mother cried for him I pray for her even more than me I pray for her even more than me I know I’m praying for much too much But could you send back the only man she loved I know you don’t do it usually But dear Lord she’s dying To dance with my father again Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

Analyze: This song is about the singers father dies, and he misses him. He also wishes that he could have one last dance with him again and just be together like how they use to be. This singer's father was like his best friend and they did everything together and now that his father has died nothing goes right and he just wants god to send his father back im and his mom could be happy once again like they use to be. The poetic devices I found in this song were, imagery, repetition, and consance.

I am Jenna

__I am Jenna.__ I am creative and strong. I wonder if I will ever become a better person than who I am today. I see my past __like the sunrise__ of every morning. I hear the __whispers of my ancestors__ when I fall asleep. I want to be just like my mother and father when I grow up.

__I am Jenna Lynn.__ I pretend I am fearless about most things in my life. I feel that I am courageous and strong most of the time. I worry about how my future will turn out as I get older. I cry almost all the time because I'm a very sensative person. I understand that life isn't fair, but you have to make the best of it. I dream of a better tomorrow than it was the day before. I try to keep my head held high and not down low. I hope I will turn out to be the person who I wanted to be. __I am Jenna Lynn Rohe.__ __Simile, Repetition, Personification__