Poetry

All I have to do is wait. I'm not always perfect, Actually, I'm never perfect. But you nearly are to me. Your smile makes me smile. Your eyes twinkle in the daytime sun. Your hair so soft and fragile. Your jokes are just the funniest. I laugh at you, Even when you don't try to be funny. When I flirt with your friends, You seem jealous. When you flirt with me, I blush and giggle. It's a sew-saw for us, Don't you think? There is only one problem, And it pains me of thought, The way you tease me, Pull me in by the rope. Once you've lifted me up, And made me ...  Read the complete review

I grew up on a diet of poetry, studying Blake, Wordsworth and the war poets amongst others. The following poem is my own work; I wanted a short break from the reviews and felt a poem might be refreshing. African Woman Scorching sunlight beats down on her fragile frame She pauses for a moment to wipe the sweat from her brow Leaning 'gainst her plough, her face furrowed and weary Scratched hands and bloodied legs show years of toil Her master watches from his hammock, pipe in mouth He pauses to pull his hat further down over his brow Shielding the harsh rays as he fans his face with a feather His mind fixed on ...  Read the complete review

This is just a poem that I have written, it was going to be entered into a poetry competition in college but apparently there wasn't one, that's why I did it on Last Rites, although I never knew what it was about, so it is mainly a poem about Jorrrr or how I felt at some point over the past few months, all the rest of the content is just so it has something to do with last rites, hope you enjoy. Last Rites Since the time of birth I've grown Through this able body I have shown How to smile when you're feeling down To live you're life without a frown A life full of joy is hard to find A loss of happiness deep in ...  Read the complete review

~~~~ Poetry for fun???~~~~ The boy stood infront of me in total disbelief. "There's no way its fun miss" Hmm, let's see if I can change his mind!! I recently set this challenge for my class. The reason - They needed to be calmed down after the lunch-time play in a snow blizzard. We also need to have 2 volunteers to recite their own poetry in a forthcoming assembly. So here's what we did - give it ago and see what type of day you've had. ~~~~ The Title prompt ~~~~ Today is ... Write this prompt down the margin 15 times. Then after each prompt write ...  Read the complete review

Warning. This is not exactly an essay about 'poetry' in general, and (you'll be pleased to note) contains no poetry written by me. It is instead a discussion of TS Eliot's poem 'Preludes.' It was written for an undergraduate degree, and may contain more detail than you fancy reading. I wrote this a few of years ago, and is partly in homage to my father. My father was both a poetry reader and a writer. One of his favourite poets was TS Eliot. I wrote this after my father died, and it was written as an assignment for my university degree (English Literature, clearly). This is dedicated to him. You may want to go away and read the poem this essay ...  Read the complete review