Tuesday, February 06, 2018

Poetry competition




Dear Charlie,
Time for more poetry. Yipee!😀
The Asiba poetry competition deadline is looming.
This year's theme is Seasons.


The students have produced beautiful poems💓
 I need help selecting the ones to ones to send off., please vote for your 3 favorite poems! 😊
Here they are:

POEM 1: 

Global warning

Here they meet again
Again where they used to meet
In this typical fall, on this simple bench.
The leaves are falling now
The colored flowers are gone now
The only thing left is this sophisticated wood
Tear down by the seasons
Going from the cold winter when arms heat its wood
Giving its place to spring with its beautiful vivid eyes
Embracing summer and the warm sun shinning
Through the branches of the trees surrounding
To this.

Everything ends now.
Winter feels as sweaty as June
And spring cries the colorless flowers
On this bench remains.

Same for the lover birds
Yet they first met there;
During the smallest day of the year
Warmth is always needed
Creating acquaintance and words
Into connections with the world
Growing as the heat
Going from cuddles against the cold
To kisses surrounded by birdsongs
Or fresh flowers in a bouquet
To surprised picnic sunburned
But the sun is still burning after two mouths
Bodies are suffocating
Encouraging tensions in couples
Increasing and then crushing

In this typical fall, there is no simple bench
Where they meet again.


POEM 2


From Winter to Winter...

The window is open,
Emulsion.
A soft wind is hunting winter.
Wild, audacious
Organism which knows when to stop,
Which knows where to be reborn. 
The rain fertilizes hope,
and releases the monster.
It is now time for nostalgia,
Mostly due to the departures
of those friends of the year. 
Pink cheeks lying under the sun,
My body like a used towel, is 
Trapped into the washing machine 
Of this unstoppable adventure;
My mind like a star, is still
Shining for moments that will 
Never come back.
But it is already time to start again,
Mixed between the joy of some reunion
And apprehension of what is now meant to be abandoned.
Motivated to succeed, prepared for the next ordeal,
The question is no longer on how but 
How long should I stay strong?
Prepared to keep my eyes opened,
Months are long,
Good events anesthetised,
And I am now holding my breath,
While nature is loosing hers. 
Here we are, it is war
That we must face now.
Exhausted by the wind,
Mutilated by the cold,
We are fighting to appreciate what have survived. 
A quick look to your neighbours,
A quick look to your son,
A quick look to the sky
To realize that at least human presence is not gone,
Because human activity does not stop

POEM 3

Clouds of tin


She had upset nerves, her elbows, ankles where itching
she felt like swimming in steel. Impossible to move, no sidetrack to her
crowded thoughts, melted needles,
guilty flows, helpless enemies

It's a willow-tree she said,
It carried her sorrow, when her harms used
to break over to much sorrow.
As soon as the three heard her speech
all it's branches began to grim.
As soon as the three heard her hustling cries,
all it's leaves began to drown.

She had elusive eyes, lachrymose gaze.
Her roots were forgotten in sand.
Lost in front of a field of possibilities, of dream she could have.

It's a willow-tree, it's an open window
Blooming with him, stealing some of it's
air. Some of it's strength.

It's a willow-tree that borrowed her sorrow
and helped summer find an open door


POEM 4

Chapters

Watch the blazing queen
Sun, holy priestess 
Dancing on top of the flames
Offering us warmth and cloudless days.

Chilly ambered Spring now awaits,
Pumpkin spice, cinnamon taste,
Crimson leaves, misty mornings.

Desolation calls upon the skies
As general Winter cold as ice
And mother nature fearless knight 
Ravage our wandering star.

The time now comes
For Spring is revealed
Flowers bloom, puddles rise
A small breeze, bumblebees.

Watch them pass, child
Watch the seasons go.

POEM 5

A summer in Iceland at midnight 

The cliff, enlightened
 By the pale glow of the night.
 The puffins, slowly starting to get tired. 
The grass and moss, as green
 As the spring's , 
Bluntly agitated by The strong wind. 
The whales and seals, 
Swimming as much as they can, in the choppy sea. 
And far away, 
The great Snæfellsjökull, 
Still plenty of daylight. 
This is a summer in Iceland, 
At midnight.

POEM 6

Winter 

When the sky is gray and the 

Weather cold, we wear 
Wool sweaters to keep us 
Warm. The 
Wind blowing freezing air 
Waltzing with the trees 
Which have lost their leaves. 
Wolves in the wilderness, 
Welcoming snow with pleasure. 
White landscapes and endless silence 
Water turning into ice as if 
Wizards were playing with magic.
 Worries gone, mindfulness achieved 
We shall never 
Wake up from this 
Wonderful dream

Enjoy!
Mrs. C.
ps: If you haven't got around to writing a poem, do so, when you get the chance, poetry's good for you.
https://wordup411ng.com/benefits-of-writing-poetry/

11 comments:

  1. I vote for the 4th poem: chapters

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  2. I vote for 'From winter to winter', 'Chapters' and 'Clouds of tin'.

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  3. I vote for: "Winter"; "A summer in Iceland at midninght"; and "Chapters".

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  4. I vote for the third poem (they're all beautiful though)

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  5. I vote for Winter, Chapter and from Winter to Winter.

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    1. I, obviously, meant "ChapterS" (n°4)

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    2. I vote for Clouds of tin, Winter and Chapters.

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  6. I vote for "A summer in Iceland at midnight", "From Winter to Winter.." and "Global warning"

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  7. I vote for Clouds of tin, A summer in Iceland at midnight and chapters

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  8. (clouds of tin is quite touching) <3

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