1. Blog Project
By. Raven Weaver

2. Phenomenal women Poems I love!! By. Maya Angelou
Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model size but when I start to tell them, they think I’m telling lies. I say, it’s the reach of my arms. The span of my hips, the stride in my step, the curl of my lips. I’m a women Phenomenally. Phenomenal women, that’s me. I walk into a room just as cool as you please, and to a man, the fellows stand or fall down on their knees. They swarm around me a hive of honey bees. I say, It’s the fire in my eyes, and the flash of my teeth, the swing in my waist, and the joy in my feet. I’m a women Phenomenally. Phenomenal women, that’s me. Men themselves have wondered what they see in me. They try so hard but they can’t touch my inner mystery. When I try to show them they say they still can’t see. I say, It’s the arch in my back, the sun of my smile, the ride of my breasts, the grace of my style. I’m a women Phenomenally. Phenomenal women that’s me. Now you understand just why my head’s not bowed. I don’t shout or jump about or have to talk real loud. When you see me passing it Ought to make you proud. I say, It’s the click in my heels, the bend of my hair, the palm of my hand, the need for my care. Cause I’m a women Phenomenally. Phenomenal women, That’s me.
Phenomenal women
By. Maya Angelou

3. Poems I Love!! I know why the caged bird sings. By. Maya Angelou
A free bird leaps on the back of the wind and floats downstream till the current ends and dips his wing in the orange sun rays and dares to claim the sky. But a bird that stalks down his narrow cage can seldom see through his bars of rage his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful thrill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the cage bird sings of freedom. The free bird thinks of another breeze and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees and the fat worms waiting on a dawn bright lawn and he names the sky his own. But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream his wings are clipped and his feet are tied so he opens his throat to sing. The caged bird sings with a fearful trill of things unknown but longed for still and his tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom.
I know why the caged bird sings.
By. Maya Angelou

4. Still I rise Poems I Love By. Maya Angelou
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I'll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? Cause I walk like I've got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I'll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops. Weakened by my soulful cries. Does my haughtiness offend you? Don't you take it awful hard Cause I laugh like I've got gold mines Digging in my own back yard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I'll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I've got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history's shame I rise Up from a past that's rooted in pain I rise I'm a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that's wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Still I rise
By. Maya Angelou

5. Poems I Love
PEOPLE that I meet and pass In the city's broken roar, Faces that I lose so soon And have never found before, Do you know how much you tell In the meeting of our eyes, How ashamed I am, and sad To have pierced your poor disguise? Secrets rushing without sound Crying from your hiding places— Let me go, I cannot bear The sorrow of the passing faces. —People in the restless street, Can it be, oh can it be In the meeting of our eyes That you know as much of me?
Faces
By. Sara Teasdale

6. Alone Poems I Love By. Maya Angelou
Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone I came up with one thing And I don't believe I'm wrong That nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. There are some millionaires With money they can't use Their wives run round like banshees Their children sing the blues They've got expensive doctors To cure their hearts of stone. But nobody No, nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone. Now if you listen closely I'll tell you what I know Storm clouds are gathering The wind is gonna blow The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone. Alone, all alone Nobody, but nobody Can make it out here alone.
Alone
By. Maya Angelou

7. I write because… My Poem.
I write because I have to, I need to. Its as simple as that. I write because there’s a fire burning inside that needs escape. I write because some feelings are better expressed through words. I write because I want to try on different skins, wear different shoes. I write because I want to travel the world with my eyes closed. I write because I want to know what it is to be you, him, and her. I write because I like to give voice to the din in my head. I writ because I have to, I need to. Its as simple as that.
I write because…
By. Raven Weaver

8. My Poem.
Tell a tale, write bold Form words to heal the fever Stroke the fire, little bit longer Till I can write, Just write. I long to write Till I die, till I breathe To express is a need To say what I feel, to write Just write,
Just Write.
By. Raven Weaver

9. Dark Nights My Poem By. Raven Weaver
How is it that this darkness always finds us? Society is filled with this lonely darkness and once it lashes out there is no way of stopping the pain, misery, and suffering it comes with. It’s just there and you have to deal with tired minds, tired bodies tired souls. This type of darkness leaks in side of every face the world has singled out. The darkness will corrupt the good souls turning them off and making it seem so lonely, so cold. The darkness is the sadness. We all have a name that someone knows us by, a name that is marked in this world. We all have a face. Your face tells a part of you that is know to the universe, your face is unique but, its that darkness that takes it all away from you. This darkness takes over everything. This hatred. They say it always gets better, that it may be stormy now but it never rains forever. The best has yet to come. We’re not here anymore, someone help us! Does this darkness have a name? How did it find us? We are lost. When did we lose our way? Consumed by the shadows swallowed whole by the darkness… Does it have a name? Is it your name? Who will survive this darkness and what will be left of them? Time takes it all weather you want it to or not time takes it all. Is this how we came to be? Time bares it away and in the end its only darkness that leads our way. Sometimes you can find others in that darkness and sometimes you can lose them there again. Edgar Allen Poe once said: Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams not mortal has ever dared to dream before. The darkness doesn’t care who you are, the darkness doesn’t care what it is you’re already going through; it doesn’t slow down in order for you to catch up and stop it! Darkness watches. Then just like that of a snake about to eat its prey…BAM darkness has your soul, darkness has your name. is there anyone who could take on something this bold; someone who can take all the bad things and make them run along. Or has that been taking already? That filthy darkness that catches your eyes takes your whole world by surprise, because you weren’t ready for such a good disguise; now you’re forced to kiss it all goodbye. Give into me and your brothers will die but, I’ll keep you we need more alibi’s to keep behind all of our lies and make to blind to the people’s eyes because we are the darkness and we advise you people turn over your lives and let us control you. Let us in. Then maybe you could realize who gets the prize of being most selfish and ruining lives. I am the darkness that lives inside. You can call it what you want see it as you believe but, I am the darkness and you can’t beat me!
Dark Nights
By. Raven Weaver

10. Dear Mr. Nobody My Poem By. Raven weaver
I just want someone to care. Someone who calls just to see if I’m okay or call me to see if I had any plans today. Why are breakfast dates not popular anymore? I would much rather get up in the morning and get breakfast in our pajamas. I want someone who would talk to me in public and isn’t afraid to be as crazy as I am. Someone who likes to prank people and loves adventure. I just want someone to walk me to my door and make sure I’m safe. Sing me to sleep and I’ll see you in my dreams. Why don’t people fall asleep on the phone together anymore? Can that be us? I want that love even fairytale characters would be jealous of. I want to be that “it” couple. Someone to hold my hand, give me their jacket when its cold. I need someone to tell me I’m beautiful everyday even though I will refuse to see it. Someone who won’t give up on me so easily…I’m human we all go through things and we all have those days we want to be left alone. I want to be somebody’s last, first kiss. I want someone who likes to cuddle as much as me. I want to be the reason you look down at your phone smiling and the walk into a pole. Why don’t couples match anymore? They think its lame. I think its cute! Can we do that? I need somebody who loves to laugh and be silly, someone who likes to play video games with me. Somebody that is not afraid to dance with me in public. Can we share at least one kiss in the rain and be as sick as dogs together the next morning? Does this person exist?
Dear Mr. Nobody
By. Raven weaver

11. Some place better than here.
My Poem
A place where happy is constant. Where there is no one who want you to be anything less. Is there a place better than here? Where the laughter of happy souls dance around to fill the space and love is shared, spoken from the high. Some place better than here. Where different is accepted and treated the same. Where you wouldn’t have to worry about gender or race, the rich or the poor. Where you are accepted for who you are. Does this place exist? A place in this cold world, where labels are not thrown at you. A place where you didn’t have to be afraid of the dark, A place where you wouldn’t worry about being stabbed in the back or shunned for not looking a certain way, A place where you can reject the status quo and still feel you have a place here. Is there some place better than here? Does this type of place exist or is this some twisted dream I had…
Some place better than here.
By. Raven Weaver

12. Beyond the stars My Poem By. Raven Weaver
In loving memory of Marcus Glen Pearson. Father, Son and Brother. Most importantly the father. Fell in love with Ebony Watson he was happy but, this story has a twist on May 8, 1999 the day this horrible tragedy took its place and affected the lives of many. Now if this story didn’t have such a sad ending we could say the characters in this tale would end up in a happily ever after but, that’s not the case either. Marcus would have made a great father and I know it, he just didn’t get the chance to try because every now and then the stars disappear, and you can’t make that wish that would change everything. The stars so happen not to be out that night he wanted to make a wish for the pain he carried to go away they didn’t form a constellation to allow him to stay, so he easily slipped away. Beyond the stars is where he stays, watching and waiting for some special day. Marcus Pearson, forever you are loved. So we speak to you in quite prayers to mail them to you as you stay above, “hey dad, how’s it been?” I miss you daddy till no end. I’ve gotten older as you can see, though so struggles still get to me…I don’t even know what to say right now. Thinking about how easy this would be face to face. Guess we have to do the chase. I love you daddy and I forgive you too. Goodbye dad, its time to rest the pain has ended so I wish you the best, beyond those stars, so bright I know that you lay there tonight. Missing you to no end you were my one and only friend close your eyes now its time to sleep…forever daddy rest in peace.
Beyond the stars
By. Raven Weaver
(personal poem)

13. My Poem
Torn between two. At the end of the day, who would you follow? Theo one whom you love? Or the one who loves you. She goes or I go. One asked in despair. But loving and letting go was always unfair.
Torn
By. Raven Weaver

14. My Poem
I fell for you at first sight. And my heart ups a beat only a slight. Here comes someone new whom you sweetly stroke. At first sight, my heart broke.
SIGHT
By. Raven Weaver

15. My Poem
Today, you are someone I just met. Tomorrow you are the obsession I’ll never forget.
You.
By. Raven Weaver

16. My Poem
Love is a potion. A dangerous poison. One day you make everything sweet. Next day I die by your feet.
Poison
By. Raven Weaver

17. My Poem
Speechless at the sight of you. Breathless, I can’t hold this feeling too. Hopeless, someone else first found you.
Love is Lost
By. Raven Weaver

18. Lyrics!! Drag me Down By. One Direction
I’ve got fire for a heart. I’m not scared of the dark you never seen it look so easy. I’ve got a river for a soul but, baby you’re a boat. Baby your my only reason. If I didn’t have you I would have nothing left. The shell of a man who could never be his best. If I didn’t have you I’d never see the sun. You taught me how to be someone.
I picked this song because it is one of my favorite songs by One Direction, it’s a good song that makes you dance and they are my favorite band…seriously like, who doesn’t love them!!
This song uses Hyperboles because they say they have fire for a heart and a river for a soul.

19. Hyperbole: You can’t really hold the whole world in your hands.
Love you, goodbye
Unforgettable together had the whole world in my hands. Unexplainable, the love that only we could understand, yeah I know there’s nothing I can do to change it but is there something that could be negotiated? My hearts already breaking baby go on twist the knife.
Love you goodbye is another top favorite of mine by One Direction because its talking about that moment before the one you love leaves and your trying to make things work again.
Hyperbole: You can’t really hold the whole world in your hands.

20. Infinity
How many nights does it take to count the stars, that’s the time it would take to fix my heart.
Infinity is the third single One Direction released on Made in the AM and I think it uses a hyperbole because they said it would be till infinity for their hearts to be fixed.

21. Work Sited pages Phenomenal Women Maya Angelou- Poetry Foundation
I know why the caged bird sings Maya Angelou - Poetry Foundation
Still I rise Maya Angelou- Poetry Foundation
Faces Sara Teasdale- genius.com
Alone Maya Angelou- Poetry Foundation
I write because Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Just write Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Dark Nights Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Dear Mr. Nobody Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Some Place better than here Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Beyond the stars Raven Weaver- My personal poem

22. Work Sited Pages Torn; Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Sight; Raven Weaver- My personal poem
You; Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Poison; Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Love is Lost; Raven Weaver- My personal poem
Drag me down;
Love you, goodbye;
Infinity;