Figurative Language in Old Poetry

"Crossroads"

I stumbled upon
two roads in front of me,
to the right I could see a church
I took a step in that direction first
to the left there was a watering hole
and now that's where I wanna be
The fire here goes on and on
If I was perfect then this would be easy
Either road is plausible
I walk through the center with no rules to guide me
I realize it's difficult
There's gotta be another way
a way that's much more feasible
a central path without choosing a side
I make decisions one at a time
never say I'm always right

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Blessed with a curse.

Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse.
And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse.
I know I said my heart beats for you. I was lying girl, it beats for two.
Because I got your love and I got these vices.
Take back every word I've said, ever said to you.
Take back every word I've said, ever said to you.

Ever since this began, I was blessed with a curse.
And for better or for worse I was born into a hearse.
I know I said my heart beats for you. I was lying girl.
I've been lying to you...

Everything I touch turns to stone.
So wrap your arms around me, and leave me on my own.
Everything I touch turns to stone.
So wrap your arms around me, and leave me on my own.

Take back every word I've said, ever said to you.
Because everything I touch turns to stone.
So wrap your arms around me, and leave me, I can't hold on.l

Take back every word I've said, ever said to you.
Take back every word I've said, every word I've said.
Take back every word I've said, ever said to you.

This poem is a free verse with repetition.

Same Song

Looking good good is a way of conforming to a group/click in society and the politics of life. Looking good is an important thing in every day life consisting of work and the people you as a person are around but is not all that people should worie about and focus on there audited.

"Same Song" Morning

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Hearts

The speaker in the poem “Heart! We will forget him!” Is speaking as if her heart is another person because she knows that he is gone and over but her heart will Alyse think that he is there and will never forget him.

Imagery in a song

The song Young by: Hollywood Undead is a reminder of the constant struggle between foster children and the system. This song is written in the eye’s of a confused teen who sees the way life works on the streets and all of the emotion growing in Him/Her whale they try to figure out where they belong in life.


Young

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

I see the children in the rain like the parade before the pain
I see the love, I see the hate, I see this world that we can make
I see the life, I see the sky, give it all to see you fly
Yes, we wave this flag of hatred but you're the ones who made it

Watch the beauty of all our lies passing right before my eyes
I hear the hate in all your words, all the wars to make us hurt
We get so sick of so sick, we never wanted all this
Medication for the kids with no reason to live

So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun, we are numb

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

As we walk among these shadows, in these streets, this fields of battle
Take it up, we wear the medal, raise your hands with burning candles
Hear us whisper in the dark, in the rain you see the spark
Feel the beating of our hearts, fleeting hope as we depart

All together, walk alone against all we've ever known
All we've ever really wanted was a place to call our home
But you take all we are, the innocence of our hearts
Made to kneel before the alter as you tear us apart

So we march to the drums of the dammed as we come
Watch it burn in the sun, we are numb

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all
We will fight or we will fall till the angels save us all

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

We are young, we have heart
Born in this world as it all falls apart
We are strong, we don't belong
Born in this world as it all falls apart

superor

I believe that the poem in which was assigned to me is superior to all other poems in this class due to the feeling and realization of the situation that is given in the reading of this poem.