I, Too,

This poem is modeled after the "I, too," poem written by Marianne Moore.

I, too, am bound by it: words haunt me

                Holding me comatose

                Far past the black of midnight

                Until my words fill the page

Words take form

                Line after line

                Rhyme after rhyme

                Losing track of time

I am angered by those who say words have rules

                Fools, words cannot be controlled

                No human could tame them

                Poetry is a living creature that won’t be subdued

Words are power

                And mine will not be controlled

                They control me

                Pencil to paper

                And my black blood creates art

Metaphor Poem

A poor man’s vacation

A small child’s fantasy

Books will take you

To a place you’ve never seen before



Within its pages lie

Tales and worlds of which

Will draw you in and

Hold you


A woman’s greatest desire

A teen’s escape from reality

Books are the simplest way

To get away from life

Time's changing us
People are moving on
Promise you'll never forget me
Make your path
Through this life
Find out who you're meant to be
Promise you won't let them change you
I'll still be here
While you're fighting to make your mark
Out there
Promise you'll remember me
I'll never forget you
What you meant to me
Find out where you're going
Find out who you're going to be
And while you're out there
Making your own way
Promise you will remember me