I am feeling
Skeptical
About the out patient clinic
At the hospital where I stayed
When I had my depression in 06-08
This paragraph is a tone of apathy This poem is a poem of sadness. The guy is at a hospital because he is so depressed. All of this happened in 06-08.
Excited winds
As the wind blows
I almost know
I can feel the thrill
Without one kill
As the wind talks
I start to walk
No one understands
A man with no hands
As the wind yowls
It sounds like howls
Like women in need of money
Or craving for some honey
As the wind weeps
I get the creeps
It sounds like cries
When someone dies
Cherra Redd
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|| The tone of this poem is animation. This poem starts out happy and starts to get creepy as it goes along. It starts as the wind is blowing and you can feel it. Then it starts to talk about how the wind starts to sound like howls. Then it talks about how it sounds like someone dying Love’s logic And if I ask thee for a kiss,
I ask no more than this sweet breeze,
With far less title to the bliss,
Steals every minute at his ease.
And yet how placid is thy brow!
It seems to woo the bold caress,
While now he takes his kiss, and now
All sorts of freedoms with thy dress.
Or if I dare thy hand to touch,
Hath nothing pressed its palm before?
A flower, I'm sure, hath done as much,
And ah! some senseless diamond more.
It strikes me, love, the very rings,
Now sparkling on that hand of thine,
Could tell some truly startling things,
If they had tongues or touch like mine.
Indeed, indeed, I do not know
Of all that thou hast power to grant,
A boon for which I could not show
Some pretty precedent extant.
Suppose, for instance, I should clasp
Thus, -- so, -- and thus! -- thy slender waist --
I would not hold within my grasp
More than this loosened zone embraced.
Oh! put the anger from thine eyes,
Or shut them if they still must frown;
Those lids, despite yon garish skies,
Can bring a timely darkness down.
Then, if in that convenient night,
My lips should press thy dewy mouth,
The touch shall be so soft, so light,
Thou 'lt fancy me -- this gentle South. This poem is a tone of logic It tells the story of a man and how he lusts a woman and want to kiss her and how perfect she is for him and if he were to die he would miss her and not to think of him after he has gone until his lips touch her mouth again Pain Pain Pain Sometimes I am in so much pain. All I want to do is cry. And sometimes the pain is so bad. I just want to die. I would be better of dead. Then to have to bear the pain. So if you have pain. Then you can understand how I feel. That the pain I am in is very very real. This poem is a tone of pain It tells how sad and irritated with the pain he feels and wants to be dead rather than suffer this pain if you have felt pain you know the pain he is in and the pain is very very real for him The man who tried to control the controller It was an endearing try
But the man had yet to grow up
You cannot manipulate when you don't know the chains of cause and effect
It's quite basic actually This poem is a tone of comedy It tells how man tried to control his future when he could still not control him self and did not know why Passion
Passion for the stars
Passion for the ocean
A moment of passion so easily shared,
With no fear o regret.
Passion is the eagerness to wake up with the light
A moment of passion I'll never forget
My passion found me
And what is my passion?
Passion and lust takes my mind
Passion the power to love,
The speed of passion: Furios
Passion is something you see
Passion its something you are
This poem is a passion tone Tells the passion of people and how they like the stars ocean the way they all share the same passion for eagernss and the way it can all fade away and lust of how you want to exceed others. Pleasure of Pleasure Her hand is as soft as my touch
Her lips are as red as my heart
Nothing can compare as much
Pleasure for pleasure will surely start
Moments of madness end with Love
Kindness and compassion know not hypocrisy
In my mind's eye I see the Lord above
Pleasure for pleasure knows not jealousy
Solitude is made perfect together
Silence in each other's arms is sure
Escape from this world is a wish we share
Fantasy made real in pleasure for pleasure This poem is a poem of pleasure Tells of a woman and how she is compared to him her lips as red as my heart and madness for how he loves her and how sure he is that they were meant for each other and he wishes to escape this world to only focus on her and nothing else.
Skeptical
About the out patient clinic
At the hospital where I stayed
When I had my depression in 06-08
This poem is a poem of sadness. The guy is at a hospital because he is so depressed. All of this happened in 06-08.
Excited winds
I almost know
I can feel the thrill
Without one kill
As the wind talks
I start to walk
No one understands
A man with no hands
As the wind yowls
It sounds like howls
Like women in need of money
Or craving for some honey
As the wind weeps
I get the creeps
It sounds like cries
When someone dies
Cherra Redd
||
The tone of this poem is animation.
This poem starts out happy and starts to get creepy as it goes along. It starts as the wind is blowing and you can feel it. Then it starts to talk about how the wind starts to sound like howls. Then it talks about how it sounds like someone dying
Love’s logic
And if I ask thee for a kiss,
I ask no more than this sweet breeze,
With far less title to the bliss,
Steals every minute at his ease.
And yet how placid is thy brow!
It seems to woo the bold caress,
While now he takes his kiss, and now
All sorts of freedoms with thy dress.
Or if I dare thy hand to touch,
Hath nothing pressed its palm before?
A flower, I'm sure, hath done as much,
And ah! some senseless diamond more.
It strikes me, love, the very rings,
Now sparkling on that hand of thine,
Could tell some truly startling things,
If they had tongues or touch like mine.
Indeed, indeed, I do not know
Of all that thou hast power to grant,
A boon for which I could not show
Some pretty precedent extant.
Suppose, for instance, I should clasp
Thus, -- so, -- and thus! -- thy slender waist --
I would not hold within my grasp
More than this loosened zone embraced.
Oh! put the anger from thine eyes,
Or shut them if they still must frown;
Those lids, despite yon garish skies,
Can bring a timely darkness down.
Then, if in that convenient night,
My lips should press thy dewy mouth,
The touch shall be so soft, so light,
Thou 'lt fancy me -- this gentle South.
This poem is a tone of logic
It tells the story of a man and how he lusts a woman and want to kiss her and how perfect she is for him and if he were to die he would miss her and not to think of him after he has gone until his lips touch her mouth again
Pain Pain Pain
Sometimes I am in so much pain. All I want to do is cry. And sometimes the pain is so bad. I just want to die. I would be better of dead. Then to have to bear the pain. So if you have pain. Then you can understand how I feel. That the pain I am in is very very real.
This poem is a tone of pain
It tells how sad and irritated with the pain he feels and wants to be dead rather than suffer this pain if you have felt pain you know the pain he is in and the pain is very very real for him
The man who tried to control the controller
It was an endearing try
But the man had yet to grow up
You cannot manipulate when you don't know the chains of cause and effect
It's quite basic actually
This poem is a tone of comedy
It tells how man tried to control his future when he could still not control him self and did not know why
Passion
Passion for the ocean
A moment of passion so easily shared,
With no fear o regret.
Passion is the eagerness to wake up with the light
A moment of passion I'll never forget
My passion found me
And what is my passion?
Passion and lust takes my mind
Passion the power to love,
The speed of passion: Furios
Passion is something you see
Passion its something you are
Tells the passion of people and how they like the stars ocean the way they all share the same passion for eagernss and the way it can all fade away and lust of how you want to exceed others.
Pleasure of Pleasure
Her hand is as soft as my touch
Her lips are as red as my heart
Nothing can compare as much
Pleasure for pleasure will surely start
Moments of madness end with Love
Kindness and compassion know not hypocrisy
In my mind's eye I see the Lord above
Pleasure for pleasure knows not jealousy
Solitude is made perfect together
Silence in each other's arms is sure
Escape from this world is a wish we share
Fantasy made real in pleasure for pleasure
This poem is a poem of pleasure
Tells of a woman and how she is compared to him her lips as red as my heart and madness for how he loves her and how sure he is that they were meant for each other and he wishes to escape this world to only focus on her and nothing else.