Post Secrets

The posts on Post Secrets can be similar in many ways. The posts give us images. Just like in poetry imagery is key in a powerful piece. Also, there is a underlining meaning that may not be obvious if read or viewed literally. These posts have meaning and relate a story, or message. They are short, and depending on your prior knowledge or life experiences you can understand or take a different meaning from the post just like a poem.

A Shipwreck I Am

A Shipwreck I Am

When the waters flood the imperfections that make you who you are

It humbles you to understand you can not explore alone,

the navigator can never be you alone;

After the first storm has passed you recover and set out to sea,

but after many storms you seem to never recover,

you carry the irritation of the tides the corrosion of the winds,

damaged just a little more every time;

Waiting for the calm seas to arrive in the mist of the whirlwind,

for a moment you come to a surmise,

perhaps I should allow to be swallowed by the sea;

At that same moment the thunder no longer roars,

Your position has been shifted,

and once again you are blemished with the scars of the storm;

This time you look at your reflection,

Your carves figure is lacerated,

You begin to float ashore in many pieces,

not sure if you will ever set out to sea again;

When pain transcends the boundaries of your emotions,

compelling you to confront the past of your journey,

it allows you to realize how grateful you should be, just to be afloat.

A shipwreck I am.

Haiku

In An Instance

Slippery roads, STOP!

Lights, signs, sidewalk, people, CRASH!

Breath, heartbeat, no more.


by: Daniel J. Rodriguez

Lo Que Esta Pasando...What is Happening...

I'm currently working with the school of education in Ann Arbor to find scholarships for next year. Since I will be transferring after this semester, I have to make an impression on the SOE in Ann Arbor. They have pressured me to complete many scholarship applications and it feels like I have another course this semester - Scholarship 101. Do I feel a bit overwhelmed right now? Yes. However, it's through the pressure and adversity that we grow.

The poetry segment we are starting has been interesting and fun. I have been able to indulge myself in an area I've always wanted to learn more about. Poetry seems to be under appreciated due to the influence of music on young people. Although lyric is a type of poetry, there is something powerful about the silence behind the spoken words in poetry. I'm embarrassing this topic with open arms and can't wait to learn more.

The Valley of White Flags

As I walk the field I mourn,
Nothing here seems to ever soar,
Slight whispers of fear and pity,
This is a valley not a city.

The spirit that lingers here speaks softly,
Yet pleasing it is costly,
A heartbeat has always been its foe,
That is why the story is never told.

Many lay on the pavement,
White and without pigment,
Each one looking exactly the same,
Yet each one a different name.

There seems to not be any hope,
All have decided they could not cope,
This is how they chose to go,
Their flags wave as the wind blows.

It is the ending of false torture,
Due to a superficial culture,
They indulged in a fatal serenity,
Now loneliness is an eternity.

by: Daniel Rodriguez (Inspired by a photo)

Poem Reflections

The Shout

by: Simon Armitage

This poem presents a scenario that is not common. It begins describing the author with a young man. The poems message or meaning is not easily understood. We know from the details provided, they are in Australia. I find it very interesting how the author ends the poem. "The boy with the name and face I don't remember, you can stop shouting now, I can still hear you." It is powerful how he can not remember the young man's face or name, but he can still hear him. Can it be that he his haunted by this young mans death? Can he hear the agony of the young man? Does he in some way feel responsible for this young man's death? All this questions allows the reader to make many assumptions as to the purpose of the poem. This is why I find this poem interesting.

Names We Sing in Sleep & Ange

by Amaud Jamaul Johnson

I found this poem interesting because it "hit so close to home" with my own personal life. I too had my three best friend from high school join the military. All three are in dangerous territory, in the middle east. I found it surprising how similar the poem was to my own emotions. I find it bitter sweet to know one day I will come across their path and have an education and career and not know where they will be in their life. If they are even alive at all. I think the ending to this poem is thought provoking. Do our military men face life at a faster speed than we do here in are everyday life? I think so, they face death as young men, while we may face death later on in life. They come to terms with losing loved ones, before we ever do. This poem is will written and the emotion can be felt through this poem.

Color

by Christina Rossetti

This poem's pattern is what I found pleasant. The questioned followed by an answer was interesting and enticing. The rhyme in the poem also helps the flow of reading. It's interesting to see how people view colors. I have my own ideas as to how I would express colors. Everybody has a different perspective and that is what makes this poem original and pretty cool.

Deep in Our Refrigerator

by Jack Prelutsky

Funny! I found this poem humorous and yet thought provoking with much more substance than its surface may seem. I could relate to the other, because my mother at times does the same thing. I have never thought of a poem about it. I think it's interesting how it seems simple to just throw away the useless items into the garbage, yet his mother won't do it. And the cycle continues and continues... How about how this relates to life in a deeper meaning? This is now one of my favorite poems - interesting.