Biography of Eli MorenoDrew
Hey everyone! I'm 18 and live in a up-in-coming town called El Centro. Well i've been writing poetry for about two years now. Not to toot my own horn, but it just comes really naturally to me. My mom (who sadly was my English Teacher) taught me all the elements of poetry which i already know completely by heart. Some of my poems are good, some aren't. It's like sports, ya win some ya lose some. I also notice that i have Amadeus syndrome where i really don't like to change what i've written. I'm completely open to suggestions and criticisms. Thank everyone soooo much! i really appreciate it.
Eli MorenoDrew's Works:
Eli MorenoDrew Poems
I. “Most people look at things and wish they were simpler. They tell me they wish they could be a kid again, when things were less complicated. Where the hardest choice of the day was watching “Spongebob Squarepants” or “Dexter’s Laboratory” and the worst punishment you could possibly get was Time-Out in your room. Yup.
Prisoner Of Angels
It is my belief, That you have been held captive in the City of Angels. Angels force you to model and
Now once there was a story of a plight, Of a man that spoke of great fright. He stood on the corner Like a small stature mourner
Food Of Love, A Sonnet
I wish that I could pick up a guitar And play a song for you that's beautiful. Each chord would melt you 'til your eyes were pools And you would glow as if you were a star!
Love Is An Understatement
Love is an understatement of what I have for you. It’s a shame the word is so extreme Because what we have is
A Martyr’s Point Of View
From a martyr’s point of view, I’ve messed up things countless times. Some you’ve noticed, some you haven’t. But what keeps me in awe,
A Thought Of Her: A Sonnet
Now what can be more beautiful than her Soft face? I’ve thought and thought about it long. Not even fields of daffodils or song Can measure to the light she brings I’m sure.
In The Sky
You rare, odd beauty. How can something like you Insist on confusing not only My mind, but the minds of others?
Don't rhyme, Poetry. Our thoughts and tongues don't think that way. Steer clear of meter, sweet Poetry. I'm tired of counting and scanning.
My ears and memory are the encyclopedia to the sounds you make. The grunts, moans, laughs, and sighs are all listed In alphabetical order starting from
For Your Protection
Now I know how my mother felt I cannot pull out of this driveway, I ask you: Please put on your seatbelt.
These hands, calloused and dry like my sense of humor are scarred and tremble
Maybe my admiration For Jacques Brel Lies solely in the fact That I can’t understand him
When I Was 15
When I was 15 I died of a heart attack There was a faint light in a Sea of darkness
For The Animals
Does the bird know the song
it sings by heart?
Or does it simply whistle it's tune
Different from the start?
What if the owl really wants to know
The destroyer of her nest?
'Who? Who? Who? ' she cries
Nervous and a mess.