Personification: His black jacket is calling to me, beckoning me to take it off his body.

Sensory Language:

Smell - The alluring scent of I Am King cologne fills the air.
Taste- As I kiss him, his lips taste like sweeten strawberries.
Touch-As I rub on his physique I touch the buttons that feel like ruby stones.
Sight-His eyes sparkle , he looks gorgeous in black
Sound-The sound of his voice makes a tangling sensation go through my body.

I been scared and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
Snow has friz me,
Sun has baked me,
Looks like between 'em they done
Tried to make me
Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
But I don't care!
I'm still here!

-Langston hughes

I like this poem because no matter what he went thru and no matter what was being done to him he held his ground. He didnt care what others thought and thats how its always post to be.

limerick

I knew a lady last named King
Whose door bell went ding.
When it would ring,
Ms. King would begin to sing.
It was always the same old thing.
Her singing brought alot of bling
oh what a joy it bring

Mother to son

Well,son Ill tell you:

Life for me aint's been no crystal stair.

It's had tacks in it,

And splinters,

And boards torn up,

And places with no carpet on the floor--

Bare.

But all the time

I'se been a-climbin' on,

And reachin' landin's,

And turnin' corners,

And sometimes goin' in the dark

Where there ain't been no light.

So boy, don't you turn back.

Don't you set down on the steps

'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.

Don't you finds it's kinder hard.

Don't you fall now--

For I'se still goin', honey,

I'se still climbin',

And life for me aint been no crystal stair.

Poetry

Poetry is a way to express your feelings
When you're stress out or just need something
to lift up your spirits.
You can b goin through anything but once
you read/write the poem you start feeling a different way.

"Metaphor"

Morning is
A new sheet of paper
For you to write on.
Whatever you want to say,
All day,
Until night
Folds it up
And files it away.
The bright words and the dark words
Are gone
Until dawn
And a new day
To write on.