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Author: | Woodland-Realm [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 4:47 pm ] |
Post subject: | How do some people do it? |
I have to write a poem in History class about WWI. So I did it about how someone enlisted. I'm horrible at writing poems and don't know how to write one. This is what I have so far, but it just seems like a story without proper sentences. In August of 1915, my father passed away. It wasn’t meant to happen, he was so young. Prior to his death he confronted me. In a dreadful state, he was compelled to tell me “A life without reason is a life worth losing.” His words were direct. It was two months after my father’s death. And his words still lingered in my mind. As the afternoon turned dark, I stood outside his room. Waiting, peacefully, for something. I saw nothing. Nothing came, nothing went. Much like my life, My future, My dreams. All clouded and full of uncertainties. Looking back now, my life seemed dull, And I wasn’t willing to lose it. “A life without reason is a life worth losing.” Now I realized. Now I understood. My life had no reason, But I wasn’t ready to give it up. To fill my life of nothing with something, To make my family proud, To make my country proud, To make myself proud, I enlisted. Is this considered a poem? It doesn't even rhyme. And any tips to make it better? Thanks |
Author: | Woodland-Realm [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 4:55 pm ] |
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Honestly? Thats how they are supposed to sound? Thanks for your input, I hope your not saying that to make me feel good . |
Author: | Zoraja [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:00 pm ] |
Post subject: | Re: How do some people do it? |
In August of 1915, amid the fear and sacrifice my father passed away. It wasn’t meant to happen, he was young and strong. Hs death he confronted me. In a dreadful state, he was spoke to tell me “A life without purpose is a life worth losing.” His words were direct, and I will not forget. It was two months after my father’s death. And his words still lingered in my mind. As the afternoon turned dark, I stood by outside his room. Waiting, just waiting, for anything. I saw nothing. Nothing came, nothing went. Much like my life, My future, My dreams. All clouded and full of emptiness. Looking back now, my life seemed dull, I wasn’t willing to lose it. “A life without purpose is a life worth losing.” Now I realize. Now I understand. My life has no purpose, But I am not ready to give it up. To fill my life of nothing with anything, To make my family proud, To make my country proud, To make myself proud, I enlisted. I amde some alterations, not sure if you will like it, I am not much of a poet either but meh, maybe it will make you think of somethign else that you will like that you can add or change. |
Author: | Banff [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:06 pm ] |
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I agree , its very good , don't change a thing |
Author: | crystalsm [ Mon Feb 27, 2006 5:39 pm ] |
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It's very good and I wouldn't change a thing. Poems don't have to rhyme either. |
Author: | Woodland-Realm [ Tue Feb 28, 2006 10:35 am ] |
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Thanks for the input. I'll leave it as it is for now, see what happens. |
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