Madeline+Walls

Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted. ~Percy Shelley, //A Defence of Poetry//, 1821

= famous poet Amy Lowell =

memory poem

Why
by madeline walls why why cant my eyes open heavy every thing so heavy tight let me free quiet to quiet to be my exciting summer to quiet to be my loud and jumpy friends remember i have to remember what just happend why was it dark. why am so scared the stick was breaking it was a stick right sitting in camp i was in camp. i was ten she was right where is she fouce hear you must hear voices started to appear then sireans the world came back words flooded in shes dead maddie is... dead was i dead was that my end really fouces open your eyes you cant be dead. they fly open people every where tears were flying, they saw my eyes kelly are you okay i wasnt kelly i wasnt but kelly... kelly where was kelly thats not maddie thats kelly maddie;s here then i knew pain flowed through my brain eyes focused on the tree once standing tall now clapsed on my once safe bench fear the fear rushed in in constent waves pains of hate if i wasnt dead if i was here then cold dark pain lost. she was lost. i am lost PAIN

ODE to my bed by maddie walls

Ode the rectagle of softness in which I lay a simple fortress of love that holds me safe through night time things. the supports my trips to new lands and old. my bedtime fort that brings good dreams.

ode to the rectangle that locks me into my fears and wont release me. to the pain you cause when im locked into your tight hold. to the fear like sharp sliver draggers piercing my skin with unrelenting force. to the dark that surronds me when im sinking into your tight folds.

your my greast friend and deepest enemy. you swing me with your green swirls of warmth through worlds that spin my head around and turns the stomach. dreams like whirl winds blow me from joy to tears and back again.

ode to the protecter of me in dark. the cage of me in fear. the saver from the day. ode to my lovely bed

riffed poem Variety by madeline walls (line from mikey walls) every where you go theres a million choses black brown red white why do we only color people two colors when there are so many colors in the box white red brown black whats your favorite pet cat dog fish hamster never changing never changing hamster fish dog cat see behind the normal haze water soda juice milk variety is a wasted gift milk juice soda water variety ever changing ever lasting Max Alex Sam Devon what will you do with your variety Devon Sam Alex Max VARIETY!

I Was Raised By sounds
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i was raised by the loud cackling soft mumbling "Hey let me try that" mornings

the loud cheering soft encouraging "keep going you can do it" afternoons

the loud correcting soft crying "do better next time" evenings

i was raised by the gentle hugging playful yelling "be queit i can't see" car rides

the gentle licking playful barking "quick grab the leash" walks

the gentle talking playful singing "god i love this" runs

i was raised by the wonderful life lessons timeless moive night "sisters have to love each other" weekends

the wonderful writings timeless stories " do i look like the village idiot" school days

the wonderful laughs shared timeless meomries made " I love you" years

i was raised by the sounds love

my sonnet Bored by madeline walls

here i sit bored in mr blocks english classroom. i wish i didnt have to sit in here. please can some one hit me with a large broom. that would make me shed a awfully large tear.

i would rather be in a county jail. i can not figure out why i have to stay. this class is filled with such total epic fails. i want to leave even if i have to pay.

his voice has been heard loud and clear all class. i dont know how long this will really take. i am forced to keep waiting for times pass. my hate for this awful class isn't fake.

i wrote this sonnet becuase i was mad. now that it is over i bet you are glad.

my poetry In my own poetry I seem to use a lot repetition in each poem I write and can find a set of repeating words. In my memory poem there was usually a word that started the next part of the poem and would keep being used within those parts. For expel the line quiet, to quiet to be my exciting summer, to quiet to be my loud and jumpy friends. I feel like this adds a lot to the poem cause it puts focus on that word and the feeling. U can use the word to image the quiet and you can feel thee impact it has on the moment creating a world of fear and unknowing. I also used this in my ripped poem I would use the same words over again in a different order to recreate my feeling of being trapped in constant repetition. Which is slightly funny given that I use it so often. I feel like it did the most for my I was raised by poem I loved the feeling in helped leave and the meaning it created. I know in many poems I write especially the ones I write on my own they talk about talk about fear and my feelings on life. I write about my life things that happen and my views on them. Im not one to talk about nature or compare things to a summers day. I like taking form my own experience because it gives me more to draw upon and experiences deeper meaning.

AMY LOWELL


Amy Lowell was a deep thinking poet that often talked about love and loss of love. She drew inspiration for these poems form her lover Ada Dwyer Russell who was an actress. Russell was the inspiration of many of Amy’s deepest most erotic work. For example in her piece A Sprig of Rosemary she says “My eyes keep always the sight of your hands, But my heart holds the sound of your voice, And the soft brightness which is your soul.” She is talking about her deep love for this person and their soul and heart. She also writes about Ada in her poem crowned where she says “Enslaved and encircled, I bore it, Proud token of my gift to you. The petals waned paler, and shriveled, the thorns started through. er thorns to proclaim me your lover, A diadem woven with rue.” Which makes me wonder how she really felt about Ada. Amy also seemed overwhelmed by love like she was bitter towards it. Like her experinces with love had made her so angry and frustrated with it that she was left writing poems talking about betrayed she felt. In all of Amy’s poems I viewed I found myself questioning what happened in her life that felt her feeling in such ways. In one of her poems she says “ still I scatter flowers frail, And whisper words of love which no one hears.” This makes me make wonder of times of lost love or lovers who didn’t care for her. Being a lesbian in the early 1900’s could not have been easy so maybe some of her poems were talking about the rejection she felt because of who she was. Amy also talks a lot about nature you will often find within her pieces references to an outside thing or the beauty or sorrow of nature. For example in her poem July Midnight she says “Fireflies flicker in the tops of trees, Flicker in the lower branches, Skim along the ground”. These references to nature are featured often, which shows me she must have a deep connection to nature. She uses many metaphors in her work. She often wrote sonnets and had a strong connection to free verses poems in her early years. She used a technique she labeled "polyphonic prose”. In one of her poems called climbing she uses a lot of repetition. For example she says “ Climbing, climbing, higher and higher, The branches blow and I see a spire, The gleam of a turret, the glint of a dome, All sparkling and bright, like white sea foam.” She often repeats climbing and higher in this poem.