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i am poem

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stylistic imitation poem

definition poem

limerick poem

ode poem

found poem

choral poem

favorite poem

I am

I am a believer in independence

I wonder if the woods count as company

I hear the creaking of the woods and even the sound of your skin

I see the ways of despair and loneliness in the water

I want the folorness to leave yet the sense of peace is purity

I am the beauty of solitary

I pretend someone else walks my path with me 

I feel the breeze of the cold air and the depth of the snare

I worry of the peace being breached and the cycle repeat

I cry at the moon to hear my prayer

I as strong as my natures expectations and beyond the qualities 

I understand how things are and how way of life intents

I say the silence is therapeutic but it is as loud as it can be

I dream of a pack that is as relaxed as me

I try to ignore the demise of the anger in my eyes98\    

I hope this is not for an eternity

I am a lone wolf in the cold forest

Myree

Courage s, dexterity magnetic

Lover of wrestling, food, family, friends 

who feels brave, extraordinary,confident

who needs clothes, her friends, money

who gives love, advice, and company

who fears ex, stopping, losing

who would like to see peace, Rome, love

resident of san Diego, California 

Pacheco

Touched my soul with your gray heart, even from when we are apart

Your eyes put me to sleep while you make mine weep

Even from a distance, you can make me cry and make question my life

I melt into her warm embrace, absorbing her whole being

I gaze longingly at her she's right here yet she's so far away, something rips her away

Your embrace may be warm but your heart is cold

Everyday was a war, your distance was ripping me apart, and stripping my heart

I reach my arms out in vain 

Pulled away before i could revel it in

I weep again

Highlighted words are from Gary Soto’s poem “Oranges”

Where Ocean Keeps Time 

At three in the afternoon the sun burned gold

At three in the afternoon the waves called my name

At three in the afternoon the sand held my feet

At three in the afternoon the ocean breathed slow

At three in the afternoon the sky stretched forever

At three in the afternoon the tide pulled closer

At three in the afternoon the salt stung my lips

At three in the afternoon the wind whispered loud

At three in the afternoon the surf crashed like glass

At three in the afternoon the water shimmered 

At three in the afternoon the horizon swallowed the sun

At three in the afternoon the sea was a mirror of fire

At three in the afternoon the waves were wild horses were running

At three in the afternoon the breeze wrapped around me

At three in the afternoon the world felt endless

At three in the afternoon the light began fading

 Imitation of Federico Garcia Lorca's style in his poem "Llanto por Ignacio Sanchez Mejias."