Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide.. suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no fuckin' reason <...
Elizabeth Bishop's skill as a poet can be clearly seen in the thought-provoking poem entitled Filling Station. She paints the different language levels of poetry with the skill of an artist-- she seems to have an eye for detail as she contrasts the dark and dim reference of a filling station to a more homey, pleasant atmosphere. Bishop aptly arr...
When I wake up in the morning, the first thing I think about is you. When I go to bed at night you are the last thing that runs through my mind and every single second in between I'm caught up in wondering: Are you ok? Are you happy? Am I wasting your life away when you could do so much better than me? I constantly try to think of things I could do...
In "Ode to the West Wind," Percy Bysshe Shelley tries to gain transcendence, for he shows that his thoughts, like the "winged seeds" (7) are trapped. The West Wind acts as a driving force for change and rejuvenation in the human and natural world. Shelley views winter not just as last phase of vegetation but as the last phase of life in the indiv...
The holds in its topics the ideals of the time period, concentrating on emotion, nature, and the expression of "nothing." The Romantic era was one that focused on the commonality of humankind and, while using emotion and nature, the poets and their works shed light on people's universal natures. In Charlotte Smith's "Sonnet XII - Written on the...
"" Worksheet Key 40 points Name: Maggie Palumbo Instructions: Complete the worksheet after reading Maya Angelou's poem "." 1. List 3 similes from the poem: But still, like dust, I'll rise. Shoulders falling down like teardrops But still, like air, I'll rise 2. List 2 metaphors from the poem: I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide Ou...