The Raven: Edgar Allen Poe

I guess the poem is about this bird, that's sitting outside. He's very interested in this bird, like its a gift from the heavens, or an angel if you will. He's sitting in his room alone while this "raven" is perched outside of his chamber. The rhyme sceme I see is A B A B. I don't quite get the meaning of the poem, if this raven brings him joy, or if it's even a real bird or not. I don't know if he's metaphorically speaking or not.

Descriptive Language

Personification: The fire can't wait to expand, spread all over the world.
Sensory language sound: The flames burst out into an evil laughter.
Taste: You taste the burnt crispy flavor.
Sight: All you see is the bright oranges from the flames.
Touch: Look but don't touch, the hot flames will burn your skin right off.
Smell: You can smell the smoke and melting objects that were in fires way.

limerick- government bash

I want to go to the land of the wealth
The land of good character and perfect health
Where everybody is happy and fully fed
Where every gets to rest at night in a bed
There will be no violence, discrimination, or greed
Everyone will get what they want and what they need
You call the U.S the land of the free
When people are out there in poverty
Taken from their homes and put out on the street
The misery and diseases we've yet to defeat.

Biopoem

Jakob

He was religious, Jewish, boyish, and young.

He was born in Gabin, Poland.

He loved his mom & dad and his brothers.

He got scared in the army, at the market place, and the concentration camp.

He woked at the camp, served in the army, then moved to America.

After liberated, he came to the U.S at the age of 16.

Frenkie

mother to son

I think she was trying to say she lived a tough life.
The theme is that life isn't easy.
She wants her son to be strong and see things through.
She was trying to say life is not a crystal stair, it's rough and
torn up. So she was saying life's not easy going.

Metaphor

I would compare my mornings to finding an emty pizza box.
Exited to start the day, like you're exited to eat the pizza.
But my day ends up disappointing, and im tired.
Just like realizing the pizza box is empty, you're
disappointed and still hungry.
If she had said "each day" instead of "mornings"
it really wouldn't make any different.
Each morning, each day, same thing?

confusing?

Not only is poetry boring, it's so confusing.
Most of it doesn't even rhyme and that's what was making it interesting for me.
The only thing I like about poetry is that you could go on and on about anything,
and people think that there's some deep meaning behind it.
What are peoples reasons for writing poetry?
To get there feeings out? To express themselves?
How lazy write a book that maks sense.