Epistolary Poem

Letter to my future wife

The time will come when were meant to meet

We will come together in joyous love

I will give you showers of flowers and kisses, like its Valentine’s Day

I will give my whole heart to you, that I vow to you

A vow, a word of promise, my promise to show you ceaseless love

I bow to you my princess and hope that one day you will be my queen

You are the woman to give me all I that dream and hope for

You will give me the life that I crave for, one with a career and a family

Now as I write to you I think of the murderous eyes and natural beauty you will have

The smile that will light up a room, that makes the world go around

The happiness you bring me will validate all of the heart-ache I ever felt

Now the question is when will I meet you?

I will meet you when the sun rises in the morning and when it sets at night

I will find you when I least expect it- when life does not call for it

I make the promise to find you, to go to the ends of the earth

But for now my heart will break and throb waiting for you to enter it

Slam Poem

Life and Death

I feel the seat heat

It is a cold beat

Sitting in the home

Life a depressing dome

I feel that neat beat

I sit back in the seat

I jump back to reality

Wait there goes gravity

Reality is dark

I do not hark

Order is not real

I make no deal

Death cold and underrated

Boldness smart and overrated

Happiness is a trick

Bitterness is my tic

I am beat

No one is sweet

My life is to take

I feel earthquake

Heaven is gone

Hell is not wrong

I fly to the moon

I feel so doomed

Crying for help

But no one hears

Life is gone

Death is here 

People Watching Poem

Curious Minds

Thoughts of hopes and dreams, the feelings he once felt

The man sipped on his pumpkin latte, maybe reminding him of the times in the pumpkin patch

When his children could not agree on the best Halloween decoration to light up the house

He seems to be dazed to be in deep thought, like no worries in the world

He hides that grin you know he wants to shed

His facial expressions put one in the state of confusion, like a puzzle that cannot be cracked

As a person sits and observes the man you cannot help to think the knowledge he holds

He seems as to be the perfect storyteller of the days of good laughs and influencing leaders

He could be the person with the answers to all of our problems

He seems to be the truth that we all yearn for

Except the man cannot tell the truth of the memories, it is impossible

His memories of the better days are no more, all he has is the memories of turmoil and agony

Found Poem

The Match

After the inductions of the petite players they were immediately put in harm’s way

The game begins the athletes glance at the wild Ravens Fans,  it is time to get serious

The Fast Facts were that the Titans has never won in the Modern Era

This sport is a who’s who type of sport; it was TV’s Best Bet, on the web and even in International Cities

The game begins with the girls trying to create a New Era

The team nearly squanders the lead and eventually does

They are faltering from fatigue

There are showers and thunderstorms; it kills the mood of the winning team

The Women had shouts of encouragement as the Titans are about to be knocked out

Their dreams seemed to fade away as their best player sprains his right knee

As the game closes, its dreadful ending the feeling in the stadium has plenty of Pomp

The clock hits the always-famous double zero and it is over

The Ravens Win

For the Titans some things never change

Sonnet Poem

Lost Love

The thought of losing her was a thought the man could not bear

He was in love and had no cares in the world

But it all started to end up swirled

When it was over, he seemed like he did not care

Everything he thought he knew all seem to come crashing down

This was not him the people around him did not recognize this man

 He looked the same but he was no longer the best in the land

His happiness was gone and buried into a depressing mound

He could not keep the tears away

His thoughts would always end up thinking of her

He thought the way she bamboozled him made him feel like a sucker

He started to think that maybe he could not make it through the day

But the girl of heartbreaks and heartthrobs was she worth it?

No, she is not, he is better than her and he forever knows it

Sestina Poem

The Leaves of Change

The season of cold winds and colors changing is hitting the world

A time where you learn to appreciate what one is given

People feel as they are surrounded by happiness and mystery

Fall gives a message of happiness and thankfulness

Autumn seems to come at the right time; it is just so kind

The pumpkins carved, the leaves colorful, the time of change

The feelings and grand emotion I have for this time they never change

The way one feels about the season is the feeling that you are out of this world

The feeling that a person has in the fall is just one of a kind

You just want to take it all in it is hard to give

The holidays of tricks, exploration, and thankfulness

This time of change seems all so obvious but more so a mystery

The times in fall known for history seems like they are really a mystery

During the time of fall there a major range of change

The feeling of Apples being picked is a feeling of thankfulness

It is as the crop is something different, not from this world

I take advantage of those outrageous and gratifying opportunities given

The season so kind

The pumpkin’s faces amuse all people at least the humorous kind

The feeling that it gives the children of the world that is no mystery

The feeling makes one grateful for it to be graciously given

The boys and girls are able to grow and change

The seasons of whirl winds makes a grateful world

I never think of it but I am thankful

The season of fall, that is what makes me thankful

The season is been able to be one of a kind

It makes me feel as the luckiest person in the world

I feel though the season still has something to be figured out a mystery

These feelings though feel lame that they need to change

The time excites me because it is the time I give

Some ask what I give

I give so much of me, I give the thankfulness

I give those of meek and weak a chance of change

I give hope and dreams to those who are kind

I give the answers to the mystery

I give all I have, I give my world

The change that I reflected on I will give

The world will shower me with thankfulness

I am like the season of fall; I am a kind soul with a mystery

Ekphrastic Poem

A Wonderful Homecoming

All of the feelings and emotion came rushing back.

The couple like a child reunited with his dad and the girl like a lonely lost dog.           

There was only a seat between them but the paradox of emotion was gigantic.

This man held his girl, as he may never let go, joy was an underrated feeling.

The reunion was great but the night he had planned out was breathtaking.

In his left pocket held a rough, glowing ring that once his mother wore.

This ring was a symbol of love that lasts forever.

As for the girl who watches on, she wishes for someone to love her again.

Her life may never be the same.

Her pale face, the deep depressed expression was evident.

She had thought her life would not change she was invincible.

Then the day her loving parents had been destroyed in a split second.

All she had treasured was gone; her world was turned upside down.

Now she was on her way to abuse and anguish.

Her aunt and uncles’ house was not a home it was a prison.

The train came to a halt and the future family went on with love and the girl with misery.

The night was one the future wife of a military man never forgot.

However this night was one a sad girl would love to forget.

Their lives changed forever that year.

A wedding for the riches and an escape from prison.

A year after the train ride, the married couple and an abused girl meet once again.

The love still thrived and the girl finally found that gap that was gone from her life.

She finally witnessed love for the first time since her parents’ demise.

And the couple and girl that had been separated by one seat were now a family.

Metaphor Poem

The Punch

A boxer of great prosperity and strength could not be stopped

He is on top of the world; the fiercest competitor to ever touch the ring.

He will never give up on the historical career, a statue shall lay in his honor one day.

The spectators said he was the best to touch their eyes, they did not think it would end.

The fighter is bold like a lion and elated like Mr. Rodgers as he steps in the ring.

He hears the ring of the bell, loud and pitchy a sound that pierces the ear.

He steps to his left and then to his right, then puts his hands back.

The other boxer swiftly comes in and the dreams come swirling out of the champ.

He is hits the ground hard rock like floor, as the deleting punch occurs.

The great things he had once known was taken away in one breathtaking punch.

Narrative Poem

Little Girl Big Dreams

As one would look onto this sassy but imaginative girl, they start to think

They start to think this girl is ready to do amazing things, to be great

To be great is not always easy but she has that twinkle in her eye

Twinkle in her eye like the stars that burn bright in the murky night sky, yet so young

Yet so young that the dreams seem so far off and not in her reach just yet

Not in her reach just yet she seems to have curiousness of the future so far off

The future so far off, she just seems to play

She just seems to play with the ideas of an older girl, not a little girl so small

This little girl is so small but she in her mind is not a youngster anymore

She is not a youngster, her mind has grown up, the world will soon see what she knows

Reflection Essay

Reflection

            This unit of Poetry has really changed by outlook on certain things. I feel as now I am more versed on more aspects of life than I was before. For example my feelings towards art and an artist’s view of their painting have been bettered. I have a new found respect for artists. I have been able to explore different types of poetry and learn what I like and do not like. I love Slam poetry because of the emotion is and the rap like features it has. I dislike sonnets and villanelles because of the strict structure of the poem. I feel that now I am an out of the box writer who does not need a structure to be creative. I like to be different, to structure things differently, and to come up with abnormal ideas.

            Poetry has given me a chance to express myself. I have all this love, hatred, and feeling inside of me for so long that life was becoming confusing. Poetry gave me the imperative outlet to express all of these emotions. I feel better about these past situations and was able to put a closure on past relationships and failures. I am a person defined by sports and love, and it seem like there was a pattern in my poetry writing with the topics being mostly about love and sports. Sports is my passion, it is all I have ever known since I was little. I see something and relate it to sports and was able to metaphorically put it into a poem. Now love is something that effects my life. I have lost those that I have loved and I have strengthen relationships and gained love for those who are still around me. Love and sports, a common theme in my writing because they are my passion and what I know best about, they are things that defines who I truly am. 

            Now in the one movie we watched Slam I learned that the power of words, is forceful and strong like a hurricane. A man finds himself in a situation he had never thought he would be put in. Life was crumbling before him and it seemed like all he knew was lost, except for the words and emotion he had inside. His slam spoke to people, made those troubled people rethink their lives, to find a new path. His words were also able to change his life. Where he said all these words, it took him much time to believe in the words he was saying. This is where I am moved by the movie, that I not only do I say these words, I believe in them, I live by them, and most importantly what I learned is I am passionate about my poems, they are me. 

Erasure Poem

The Fields of Dreams

As the wind whispers the memories to my back
I think of the times of triumph and utter failure
The times I hit the long ball, got a sack, and fell flat on my face
The grass so green and grand like a spring day
The rickety chain link fence plays as the border between my dreams
I feel anxious to get out there once again
To be able to try to reach my dreams
To be able to be called a champion- a winner



To be able to be called a champion- a winner
To be able to try to reach my dreams
I feel anxious to get out there once again
The rickety chain link fence plays as the border between my dreams
The grass so green and grand like a spring day
The times I hit the long ball, got a sack, and fell flat on my face
I think of the times of triumph and utter failure
As the wind whispers the memories to my back

-Chris Gilbert

Where I am From

Where I am from Poem

I am from dirty clothes and dishes

                From Tide and Dawn

I am from a loving large home

                It is big and sweet it tastes like cake

I am from the prickly rose bush

                The Sycamore Tree

                Whose adventure to the top was painfully majestic

I’m from the Sunday Sauce and the Family Fights

                From Amy and Tony and Dolly

I’m from the chaotic dinners

                And the caring conversations

From wash your hands before dinner

                And do not eat the dog food

I’m from the Catholic religion

                From the Sunday Masses and the Daily Dinner prayers

I’m from the small town by the big lake

                From meatballs and fried chicken

From the time dad complained about it’s a Small World After All

                To the times my mom laughs so hard she cries

I am from a fantastic but completely different family, who believes all is possible

-Chris Gilbert