Nia+Berry

= "Poetry is the silent voice that is heard everywhere inside of us..."-Unknown =

__**A Collection of Poems by: Nia Berry**__
__**An Ode to Music**__

Even though you can be loud and have a different effect on every crowd you push me to the edge always there but clearing my head convincing me on stage with your sly talk putting my body in a transit sleep-walk movement steadily caused by you influence on me when i say i need space your sound continues to follow and flow through me

__**The Dream Sonnet**__

believe that you can be unforgettable do not even try to skip out on life make your every living move memorable try to make the most of your life to night

there is never a need to try and lie do not stop for anything, you should just go spread your wings even if you do not fly for what you say and do, some do not know

reach for the high stars and the goals you see succeed and you will have a brighter day try your hardest,show all that you can be be happy that you finally made your way

when you feel alone and out of your scene just remember to follow your dream

__**My first Memory of Fashion**__

A rainbow made of silk personalized each for only one listening for shutters clicks and ohs' and ahhs' like the warmth of spot lights touching your entire body enhancing each taste bud on your tongue with its multiply flavors an inhale of perfection as you catch your breath in its amazement

__**About My Poetic Style**__
Most of my poetic works are descriptive and use personification. I enjoy using personification to describe emotions and the 5 senses: sight, smell, hearing, taste and texture. I also use personal events and feelings to bring depth and sincerity into my poetic work. My poems are directed to girl population for empowerment. My poems inspire and hopefully give those who read, insight on an unfamiliar topic. The Dream Sonnet was made to inspire girls to follow there dreams even in a hard time in which it seems as if they are out of place. Its important to let one's talent be shown and experienced. 

__**A Collection of Poems by:Nikki Giovanni**__
__**Kidnap Poem**__

Ever been kidnapped by a poet if i were a poet i'd kidnap you put you in my phrases and meter

You to jones beach or maybe coney island or maybe just to my house lyric you in lilacs dash you in the rain blend into the beach to complement my see

Play the lyre for you ode you with my love song anything to win you wrap you in the red Black green show you off to mama yeah if i were a poet i'd kid nap you

__**Analysis:**__

__**Possum Crossing**__

Backing out the driveway the car lights cast an eerie glow in the morning fog centering on movement in the rain slick street

Hitting brakes I anticipate a squirrel or a cat or sometimes a little raccoon I once braked for a blind little mole who try though he did could not escape the cat toying with his life Mother-to-be possum occasionally lopes home. . . being naturally. . . slow her condition makes her even more ginger

We need a sign POSSUM CROSSING to warn coffee-gurgling neighbors: we share the streets with more than trucks and vans and railroad crossings

All birds being the living kin of dinosaurs think themselves invincible and pay no heed to the rolling wheels while they dine on an unlucky rabbit

I hit brakes for the flutter of the lights hoping it's not a deer or a skunk or a groundhog coffee splashes over the cup which I quickly put away from me and into the empty passenger seat I look. . . relieved and exasperated ... to discover I have just missed a big wet leaf struggling. . . to lift itself into the wind and live

__**Analysis:**__

This poem touches on aspects of struggle and survival.It demonstrates cleary,Nikki Giovanni's actions on helping a life. In the last stanza, the poem says that,"I look . . .relieved and exasperated ...to discover I have just missed a big wet leaf struggling . . . to lift itself into the wind and live". Nikki expresses her love for living and her admiration of those in a struggle trying to push forward and live. Nikki Being a lung cancer survivor herself really gives this poem a reason and background history and personal touch.

__**Quilts**__

Like a fading piece of cloth I am a failure

No longer do I cover tables filled with food and laughter My seams are frayed my hems falling my strength no longer able To hold the hot and cold

I wish for those first days When just woven I could keep water From seeping through Repelled stains with the tightness of my weave Dazzled the sunlight with my Reflection

I grow old though pleased with my memories The tasks I can no longer complete Are balanced by the love of the tasks gone past

I offer no apology only this plea:

When I am frayed and strained and drizzle at the end Please someone cut a square and put me in a quilt That I might keep some child warm

And some old person with no one else to talk to Will hear my whispers

And cuddle near

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