"You'll Cry For Me Someday" - By Anonymous

     "You'll Cry For Me Someday"

       By: Anonymous

       Someday you'll cry for me, like I cried for you,

Someday you'll miss me, like I missed you,
Someday you'll need me, like I needed you,
Someday you'll love me, but I won't love you.

       Analysis:

       This is a very simple poem, that speaks about a persons feelings towards another person, perhaps a person who used to be a friend, or a lover who got away. It seems obvious that the writer has spent a long time in sadness over the conflict between them and the subject of the poem, what is important is the last line: "Someday you'll love me, but I won't love you." which implies the writer of the poem has gotten over this conflict, and has moved on with his/her life. 

       The poem has great effect to relay it's message to the reader mostly because of the scheme of the stanza, where each line begins with "Someday you'll". This consistency creates a natural rhythm for whoever the speaker may be. 

       I believe this poem in it's simplicity can evoke some very complex emotions in a reader, speaker or audience of a speaker. If it were perhaps a much longer poem, going into detail about the ins and outs of the feelings felt by the author, it might not have the same effect.  

"Love is Better than Hate" - By Poppy Cooke

      "Love is Better Than Hate"

       By: Poppy Cooke

Don't judge a book by its cover, 

love is better than hate. 

Life's too short to waste opportunities 
you have the chance to take.

One day you could be alive and the next you could be dead,
so keep your head held high with a big smile on your face!

       Analysis:

       This short poem sends a very familiar message to the ones we hear from famous peacemakers throughout the ages: Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King, and countless others.
       But Poppy Cooke decided to summarize the whole idea and concept of love into three stanzas. 
       The first: "Don't judge a book by its cover, love is better than hate." These two lines capture the essence of decades of racial profiling, sexism, religious wars, and many more conflicts caused by the assumption that the enemy is a monster, just because we have been told so, or just because one person of that race has demonstrated the characteristics of a monster. So don't judge a book by its cover, Poppy Cooke says, read a few chapters before you shoot or stab it.
       The second stanza: "Life's too short to waste opportunities you have the chance to take." These next lines talk about how little great chances(opportunities) come along in life, and how scarcely they are seized. Some people live their entire lives waiting for that golden opportunity that will never come. Cooke encourages you not to be one of those people, but instead to seize the day and take risks when it is due.
       And finally: "One day you could be alive and the next you could be dead,
so keep your head held high with a big smile on your face!" These last two lines encompass the whole poem in my opinion. Capture the moment, seize the day, whatever you want to do in your life, go ahead and do it. And remember to always keep smiling no matter what it is.

         

"Little Baby" - By Anonymous

       "Little Baby"

         By: Anonymous

          Little baby Oh so small 

One day you will be big and tall
I watch you while you laugh and play 
My love for you grows everyday 
I tell you this with my whole heart
I love you just the way you are

         Analysis:

          I found this short poem very pleasant and amusing when I found it. It was written by a mother to her child, but she did not leave her name. The poem basically captures the essence of her love for her child. Knowing that she records the growing of her child through poetry is actually quite the heartwarming feeling.
          I just wanted to share this poem as I had a really strong connection with it and the pure emotions shown by the mother who wrote it. 

"Beat! Beat! Drums!" - By Walt Whitman

      "Beat! Beat! Drums!"

       

       By: Walt Whitman

        Beat! beat! drums! — blow! bugles! blow!

Through the windows — through doors — burst like a ruthless force,

Into the solemn church, and scatter the congregation,

Into the school where the scholar is studying;

Leave not the bridegroom quiet — no happiness must he have now with his bride,

Nor the peaceful farmer any peace, ploughing his field or gathering his grain,

So fierce you whirr and pound you drums — so shrill you bugles blow.

Beat! beat! drums! — blow! bugles! blow!

Over the traffic of cities — over the rumble of wheels in the streets;

Are beds prepared for sleepers at night in the houses? no sleepers must sleep in those beds,

No bargainers’ bargains by day — no brokers or speculators — would they continue?

Would the talkers be talking? would the singer attempt to sing?

Would the lawyer rise in the court to state his case before the judge?

Then rattle quicker, heavier drums — you bugles wilder blow.

Beat! beat! drums! — blow! bugles! blow!

Make no parley — stop for no expostulation,

Mind not the timid — mind not the weeper or prayer,

Mind not the old man beseeching the young man,

Let not the child’s voice be heard, nor the mother’s entreaties,

Make even the trestles to shake the dead where they lie awaiting the hearses,

So strong you thump O terrible drums — so loud you bugles blow.

       Analysis:

       Every stanza in the poem begins with the same line: "Beat! beat! drums! - Blow! bugles blow!" The speaker refers to instruments in a band, signalling them to play louder, burst through doors and windows and fill churches, schools and bridge rooms with their sound.

       He tells the instruments to play so loudly they disturb the bride and groom trying to get privacy, to keep people awake, to cut through the traffic in the cities, he encourages the instruments to keep playing, and to ignore those who protest while weeping or praying. 

       He tells the instruments to play so loud they "shake the dead" in their graves. No matter what obstruction they shall face, the drums will keep beating, and the bugles will keep blowing.

"Forever" - By Terri Nicole Tharrington

       "Forever"

         By: Terri Nicole Tharrington

          Forever we remain oblivious to the future, 

lost to the past and enduring our torture. 
Forever we take chances to settle our scores, 
losing some battles and winning some wars. 
Forever praying out loud hoping someone will hear, 
forever crying softly but never shedding a tear. 
Forever exists behind a disguise, 
but the belief in forever keeps our hearts alive.

         Analysis:

         This poem's rhyme scheme is set in a way that each group of two lines rhyme with each other. Each group then relates to one another in terms of meaning as well. There are four groups, the first line of each starting the title of the poem: "forever". 

         "Forever we remain oblivious to the future, lost to the past and enduring our torture." This first group refers to our (humans) natural obsession with the past, whether it be personal decisions in our own lives, or major events in history remembered by all. While our minds are constantly occupied by the past, we remain completely oblivious to the future. No matter how much we plan, one can never be sure what will come next.

         "Forever we take chances to settle our scores, losing some battles and winning some wars."  This next group talks about human beings urges to right the supposed "wrongs" that others have caused in our lives. Getting even, settling scores, revenge: all of these expressions and terms derive from the same concept of human search for proper compensation. And in this search we often do not win in the short term, but these losses only drive the need stronger to win in the long run.

         "Forever praying out loud hoping someone will hear, forever crying softly but never shedding a tear." This third group speaks of humans ingrained need to be felt, to make an impression on those around them, and the world in general. That's why it seems so attractive to be famous, all the attention from those we do not even know ourselves. 

        "Forever exists behind a disguise, but the belief in forever keeps our hearts alive."  This final group basically summarizes the rest of the poem. The first part talks about how in every case, when we use the word "forever", we often are using it as a hyperbole, not as a real timeless thing. The real forever exists, but not in speech. The belief in this forever keeps us dreaming of what can be, and takes us out of what is, which can be extremely appealing.