Samantha's Self Portait Poetry Anthology

Love can come as a surprise at any time. The things we would do for love can shock us. In the poem "The Warning" by Robert Creeley, the speaker is communicating that sometimes love can make us forget the importance of ourselves but also that we can go to extreme measures for someone else's needs and desires. I am always told to not put my everything into something I am not sure about because my judgment can change and you can do crazy things for the person you love. The speaker is trying to say that love is dangerous like death, and can cloud you're judgement. The poet does a good job of getting across the idea of what love can do someone.

"The Warning"


For love—I would

split open your head and put

a candle in

behind the eyes.

Love is dead in us

if we forget

the virtues of an amulet

and quick surprise.

The beginning of a relationship is called the honeymoon phase. After that, its you and you're partner making the best out of what you want it to be. In the poem "Winter" by Timothy Liu, the speaker is communicating that relationships aren't meant to be perfect and can have some bumps in the road sometimes. I know for me, not necessarily my relationships but my life has had some bumps but, it's what I make out of it to help me or not. Ultimately the speaker of the poem is trying to communicate that you don't want to take things in life for granite because you don't know when you might lose it. The poet does a good job of communicating this idea across because I just felt I understood and could connect with this poem.



How long will the bed that we made together

hold us there? Your stubbled cheeks grazed my skin

from evening to dawn, a cloud of scattered

particles now, islands of shaving foam

slowly spiraling down the drain, blood drops

stippling the water pink as I kiss

the back of your neck, our faces framed inside

a medicine cabinet mirror. The blade

of your hand carves a portal out of steam,

the two of us like boys behind frosted glass

who wave goodbye while a car shoves off

into winter. All that went unnoticed

till now — empty cups of coffee stacked up

in the sink, the neighborhood kids

up to their necks in mounds of autumn leaves.

How months on a kitchen calendar drop

like frozen flies, the flu season at its peak

followed by a train of magic-markered

xxx’ s — nights we’ d spend apart. Death must work

that way, a string of long distance calls

that only gets through to the sound of your voice

on our machine, my heart’ s mute confession

screened out. How long before we turn away

from flowers altogether, your blind hand

reaching past our bedridden shoulders

to hit that digital alarm at delayed

intervals — till you shut it off completely.

There comes a point in life where you can lose someone close to you. Death of a loved one can have many burdens on people and affect them in many ways they can not explain. But, we all have the strength to overcome a situation so hurtful and overwhelming. The poem "Forget-Me-Not" by John Hodgen, brings up the topic of strength. The speaker of the poem communicates that sometimes the death of a loved one can control you but, you can have the strength to overcome the hurt in you're life. Also, the speaker of the poem addresses that sometimes all we have left of someone are certain memories but, how we chose to remember a loved one can affect you're healing process. This poem I really connect with because I have lost a loved one and didn't chose the right ways to cope with it at first but, I had strength to overcome it and wasn't alone. The poet does a good job of communicating the idea of strength and how you can come out of a depressing situation.



My brother is dying and I am not.

I drag him behind me like a spiritless balloon, like the first robot,

like the last clown-car clown, his ridiculous Fiat, his lot

to be crushed, left for dead, covered in snot,

his puffy hands, his outsized shoes, his flower pot,

like Virgil Earp, Clanton-ganged, at the Not

OK Corral, un-brothered, gutshot,

like the night without sleep in Turandot.

From the get-go I have always sought

to know (what, what?) if this is all I’ve got,

to show up in a vestibule, all bothered and hot,

like silver-fingered Iscariot,

like the smiling highwayman, tlot-tlot, tlot-tlot,

while all about me are consigned to slather and rot.

I drink to my faith, to what I am not,

to all who’ve come before me, every rutty Lancelot,

every Huguenot, every hotsy-totsy hot to trot, every Dylan, besot,

who doesn’t have the strength to get up and take another shot.

I know my Morse, code blue, dot-dot-dot, dit-dit-dit, dot-dot-dot.

I know what God hath wrought.

Sometimes the littlest things can spark happiness when alone. But, sometimes the happiness may feel wrong because you I don't know if it's right to feel they way you do when happy. The poem "Thanksgiving" by Robert Nichols, the speaker talks about how no matter how many things you may go through you always have something to hold on to, to help you. The speaker does a good job of communicating the idea across that despite everything that may drag you down, you have the strength to get back up and make something of you're self. This poem I really liked because I found my happiness even in my darkest times to help me and make something of myself. The poet does a good job of communicating the idea of strength across and how you can change you're situation at time.



Amazement fills my heart to-night,

Amaze and awful fears;

I am a ship that sees no light,

But blindly onward steers.

Flung toward heaven’s toppling rage,

Sunk between steep and steep,

A lost and wondrous fight I wage

With the embattled deep.

I neither know nor care at length

Where drives the storm about;

Only I summon all my strength

And swear to ride it out.

Yet give I thanks; despite these wars.

My ship—though blindly blown,

Long lost to sun or moon or stars—

Still stands up alone.

I need no trust in borrowed spars;

My strength is yet my own.

Happiness doesn't need to come from much. Happiness can come from little things that have different meanings to everyone. The poem "Age Looking Back at Its Youth" by John Ridland, the speaker talks about how you don't have to have much to have a lot. I connect with this poem a lot because I had depression and the only thing that would make me happy was dance. The poem states "Thunder and lighting at the lightest touch." The speaker is trying to say that the slightest thing can creat big results. The poet does a good job of communicating the idea of happiness in just two stanzas.

"Age Looking Back at Its Youth"


We had so little, yet we had so much:

Thunder and lightning at the lightest touch.

In order to be happy, you have to want it. It's not always about the luxuries to be happy. Having less can be just as good, or better. Sometimes having the best can make you afraid of losing it and what you could be left with. The poem "Fear of Happiness" by A. E. Stallings, explains the topic of happiness. The speaker talks about having an expensive way of living and how this doesn't need to create happiness. I connect with this poem because little things can make me happy. The poe dies a good job of communicating the idea of happiness and how you don't need an expensive way of living to make you happy.

"Fear of Happiness"


Looking back, it’s something I’ve always had:

As a kid, it was a glass-floored elevator

I crouched at the bottom of, my eyes squinched tight,

Or staircase whose gaps I was afraid I’d slip through,

Though someone always said I’d be all right—

Just don’t look down or See, it’s not so bad

(The nothing rising underfoot). Then later

The high-dive at the pool, the tree-house perch,

Ferris wheels, balconies, cliffs, a penthouse view,

The merest thought of airplanes. You can call

It a fear of heights, a horror of the deep;

But it isn’t the unfathomable fall

That makes me giddy, makes my stomach lurch,

It’s that the ledge itself invents the leap.

We all start life with a clean slate. We can make decisions that can determine out happiness. The poem "Life" by Edith Wharton, explains the topic of happiness. The speaker talks about how we all start of like a plain marble block and as time passes on the block slowly starts to chip away and break. The speaker is communicating that the marble block is representing ones happiness and how it can get damaged with the slightest if touch. I connect with this poem because I could an get hurt easily but regain my happiness as well. The poet does a good job of communicating the idea of how happiness can be broken easily.



Life, like a marble block, is given to all,

A blank, inchoate mass of years and days,

Whence one with ardent chisel swift essays

Some shape of strength or symmetry to call;

One shatters it in bits to mend a wall;

One in a craftier hand the chisel lays,

And one, to wake the mirth in Lesbia’s gaze,

Carves it apace in toys fantastical.

But least is he who, with enchanted eyes

Filled with high visions of fair shapes to be,

Muses which god he shall immortalize

In the proud Parian’s perpetuity,

Till twilight warns him from the punctual skies

That the night cometh wherein none shall see.


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