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Wednesday, April 29, 2015

Music class

This poem was written on the spot, following advice from a teacher. If you're reading this, thank you so much, for this has opened my mind to new types of poems.

Music Class

The other day I had a class,
That reminded me vividly of primary school,
We all sat down and had a laugh,
All of us acting like fools.

But all the same,
it was great fun
As we all sat down together,
And we laughed and we sung

Together we sang,
A song about friendship,
Just three of us to start with,
And 23 to end with

Our silly class, 
In our silly classroom,
Three silly friends,
Singing in a silly classroom
- Poetic Fanatic

Tuesday, April 28, 2015

Mrs. Burne

I wrote this poem with help from a friend two years ago, as we attempted to create a scene for a play in a drama workshop.

Mrs. Burne
On a misty day,
In the himalayan hills,
Mrs. Burne sate by the windowsill.

"I want to go for a walk,"
She told her cook,
Picked up her coat,
And left with one last look.


Sunday, April 26, 2015

Daffodils by William Wordsworth

Often, we don't know quite a lot about poems. But when most people are asked to talk about a poem, they usually choose "Daffodils". William Wordsworth has succeeded in creating a beautiful poem in " Daffodils "that allows the reader to visualize each word.This beautiful poem is ubiquitous with similes and personifications.

 The poem starts off with a simile, as Wordsworth compares the only character in the poem to a lonely cloud. " I wandered lonely as a cloud". Following this, the poet describes hills and valleys, which might imply that this was written in an area of nature. Of course, that is also suggested by the fact that he saw " a host of golden daffodils".


A rose


Though eclipsed by all its leaves,
A rose stays defiant, determined
Strong till the end.
Through sunshine and through rain,
Storm and calm,
The rose will always win

A rose,
Is the rainbow in  the world of rain,
The light in the  world of dark,
The water in the world of desert ,
The adult in the world of Children

A rose, 
Is a blossom in a world of green,
Though eclipsed by all its leaves,
It stays defiant
Though thorns and branches,
Attempt to take away its beauty,
The true beauty of a rose is in its blossom.

No matter how many thorns,
No matter how many leaves,
The rose will always win
- Poetic Fanatic
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