Prisilla+Nieves

=**" Words written in verse may speak volumes when those spoken do not."**= =**//-Caressia Combs//**=

__**Someone I Admire: -Prisilla Nieves**__

Her long beautiful hair and exquisite eyes and all signs of beauty; within the beholder's eye

Strong isn't the word, weakness is never mentioned and from anything she shouldn't be evicted Determination to win and once strived, she succeeds,.

Four fetuses in her stomach at different times her love doesn't need to be said, but we know the good in her, she's known as the best mother.

__**Raised By Women - Prisilla Nieves**__

I was raised by the "Be careful, don't trust everyone" type of well dressed mother of 4 kids. The best cook She can be considered as a chef Her spaguetti sauce always on point

I was raised by the "I want to do it this way, so I will" type of person who was doing it on her own as a single mother. Changing other people's lives as a social worker Giving her children someone to look up to and her friends another person to admire.


 * __ Sonnet -Prisilla Nieves __**

Her hair is as long as the China wall- A His hair is a blonde and shiny as the sun- B Her body without a flaw at all- A His smile expressing all the fun- B  Looking out the window lost in thought- C  While the sunset slowly fades down again- D  Their facial expression showing lost at thought- C  He finally lets go of his thoughtful drain- D  She noticed what he has finally done- E  So she goes to his side and comforts him- F  Their lovely night has begun- E  She starts to set out the picnic with him- F  And all exquisite taste of good food- G  And they start eating because everything tastes good- G

__** Rain- Prisilla Nieves **__ It pours ocean water The air’s moist Everyone is running To get indoors I on the other hand I stare I’d love to look out the window Without a care Even is its thundering; Or Messes up you hair I love the sound of rain All in the air.

//All of my poems, in one way or another, describe human nature. In the "Someone I Admire" poem, I used "Four fetuses in her stomach at different times" when I could have said "four babies", but the word "fetus" sounds more natural to me. Also, in the poem "Rain" I used the descriptions " It pours ocean water; The air’s moist" because it gives a familiar scent of the salty water and moist air. Even if the weather messes up one's apparel, it's still quite attractive including the thunder, in my point of view. //

**POEMS BY ELIZABETH BISHOP**

few ships could come. The population numbered two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,
 * || ** A Summer’s Dream ** ||
 * ||  || To the sagging wharf
 * ||  || To the sagging wharf

a gentle storekeeper asleep behind his counter, and our kind landlady— the dwarf was her dressmaker.

The idiot could be beguiled by picking blackberries, but then threw them away. The shrunken seamstress smiled.

By the sea, lying blue as a mackerel, our boarding house was streaked as though it had been crying.

Extraordinary geraniums crowded the front windows, the floors glittered with assorted linoleums.

Every night we listened for a horned owl. In the horned lamp flame, the wallpaper glistened.

The giant with the stammer was the landlady’s son, grumbling on the stairs over an old grammar.

He was morose,Her hair but she was cheerful. The bedroom was cold, the feather bed close.

We were awakened in the dark by the somnambulist brook nearing the sea, still dreaming audibly. ||

// This poem explains how a perfect summer would be like. “We were awakened in the dark by the somnambulist brook nearing the sea, still dreaming audibly.” The quote describes that the sea is a big part of summer and it shows the imagery. Also, “few ships could come. The population numbered two giants, an idiot, a dwarf,” describes a group of friends out in a summer day. The tone of the quote shows questionable thoughts on how the population might act in the near summer future. //


 * || ** A Miracle for Breakfast ** ||

waiting for coffee and the charitable crumb that was going to be served from a certain balcony --like kings of old, or like a miracle. It was still dark. One foot of the sun steadied itself on a long ripple in the river.
 * ||  || At six o'clock we were waiting for coffee,

The first ferry of the day had just crossed the river. It was so cold we hoped that the coffee would be very hot, seeing that the sun was not going to warm us; and that the crumb would be a loaf each, buttered, by a miracle. At seven a man stepped out on the balcony.

He stood for a minute alone on the balcony looking over our heads toward the river. A servant handed him the makings of a miracle, consisting of one lone cup of coffee and one roll, which he proceeded to crumb, his head, so to speak, in the clouds--along with the sun.

Was the man crazy? What under the sun was he trying to do, up there on his balcony! Each man received one rather hard crumb, which some flicked scornfully into the river, and, in a cup, one drop of the coffee. Some of us stood around, waiting for the miracle.

I can tell what I saw next; it was not a miracle. A beautiful villa stood in the sun and from its doors came the smell of hot coffee. In front, a baroque white plaster balcony added by birds, who nest along the river, --I saw it with one eye close to the crumb--

and galleries and marble chambers. My crumb my mansion, made for me by a miracle, through ages, by insects, birds, and the river working the stone. Every day, in the sun, at breakfast time I sit on my balcony with my feet up, and drink gallons of coffee.

We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working, on the wrong balcony. ||

// The breakfast poem describes what the poet did while she waited for her breakfast. For the most part, she described the smell of coffee in the morning and the crumb that she licked up. “We licked up the crumb and swallowed the coffee. A window across the river caught the sun as if the miracle were working.” The tone of the poem also described that it was a beautiful morning and the animals were outside. ”Through ages, by insects, birds, and the river working the stone.”,which describes an imagery. //

Over my fretful, feeling fingertips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow. Oh, for the healing swaying, old and low, Of some song sung to rest the tired dead, A song to fall like water on my head, And over quivering limbs, dream flushed to glow!
 * || ** I Am in Need of Music ** ||  ||   ||
 * ||  || I am in need of music that would flow

There is a magic made by melody: A spell of rest, and quiet breath, and cool Heart, that sinks through fading colors deep To the subaqueous stillness of the sea, And floats forever in a moon-green pool, Held in the arms of rhythm and of sleep. ||  ||

// The "I am in Need of Music" poems describes how the poet needs music and uses body parts to describe it. For example the first stanza states that “Over my fretful, feeling finger-tips, Over my bitter-tainted, trembling lips, With melody, deep, clear, and liquid-slow”. Which means that her finger-tips are tapping along with the beat, her lips are humming to the music and her soul is calm. Music makes her feel relaxed and the imagery of it is a good example to explain it. //