THE POETRY SECTION
My literature students are very talented and gifted writers. They are now experimenting with poetry and this is just to show you a little bit of the many things they can do.
Instructions for students: Please, write your poem in the comments area. This way, you will share your poems with me and with the rest of your partners. Thank in advance for sharing your talent with us.
Your literature teacher.
posted by Myrna Elizabeth Balderas Garza @ 9:49 AM
38 Comments:
Coca Cola
It is sometimes good to write about Coca Cola, especially when you need capitalism to make you less human.
That’s why, today, I decided the black liquid would turn into ink, into the excuse to fill this space with a feeling which is as fleeting as six hundred milliliters in a hot season.
“Don’t be an asshole, Antonio”, the bottle tells me in a sarcastic tone while inviting me to hold it with both hands.
“The black waters won’t replace your blood…”
Antonio Arturo Nah Cáceres
Why giving a rock the ambition of a star?
Why asking it to shine, to move, to fall?
Why picking it then throwing it
to see the river dance?
Why wasting time on lifting it
to put it in a jar?
That rock was dead before,
with no hope to be alive
That rock was dry before,
with no aim to moisturize
It didn´t need the warmth,
the shelter, the arms
It didn´t wish it was
a lost splinter of your life
Melissa Hernández Carrillo
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Las time you were here,
we bought a map and danced all night.
The last time I was there,
we took a trip after our first fight.
Next time you're here,
we'll get a car to go around.
Next time I'm there,
we'll have more time to fool around.
But now that I'm not there,
as well as you're not here,
we can't go round to our favorite spots,
or laugh all night with our stupid jokes.
So now that you're not here,
and I'm definetely not there
we might have to look back to the times when you were here and the days when I was there,
or perhaps it will be best if we only thought about the time I will be there and the day you'll be with me.
College Time
As soon as I wake up
The sun comes out
But in a blink of an eye
The sun comes down
There's no time for games
There's no time for joy
There's no time family
In other words
There's no time for life
Seven days in a week
Every day with twenty-four hours
Isn't enough for so many tasks
I just realize time isn't
kind, understanding or pacient with one
My only hope for so much college time
Is that someday
Will let me enjoy
Wealthyness and respect
For the rest of my life
Maricruz Albornoz Basto
My comment about Antonio's poem:
That's right Toño, I feel the same way about Coca cola, I also sometimes have the feeling that the bottle tells me the same thing. But you know, even though it's pure poison, it taste really good.
Nature
Spread over all parts
I can see it, but not take care of it by myself
I try to help...
But nobody wants to listen about, what is more important to save her?
nobody asks,
they just think in their material and goldens world,
thinking about now...
But what about tomorrow,
nobody would know...
I agree with you Maricruz, we always are doing homework, and we don't have time to spend with the family. The homework is reducing our lifes. you are totally right.
An excellent poem! I love the way you relate coca-cola, capitalism and humanity.
Very good use of similies and analogies. Keep creating! You were born to do that!
Myrna Balderas
Melissa,
A very good poem. An excellent reflexion. Why bother? Why not? Excellent use of rhyme, metrics. You have the feeling! Keep creating!
Shary,
A lovely poem! It seems you can describe very well the kind of feeling someone has when that special someone is not with you. I can understand that perfectly because I've had that feeling myself, and there's nothing better than that!
Excellent use of language!
Keep creating!
Dear Maricriz,
You seem to have great hopes for the future whereas you seem to regret not having time for LIFE now, but don't worry, that's what LIFE is about! Life is like college... and time is the only thing that continues passing even when we decide to stop...
A very heartfelt poem. I enjoyed it a lot and I'm sure many people feel the same way you do now!
Excellent, keep the creative side of your brain working!
Dear Verónica,
I agree with you. Everybody talks about it but nobody seems to be doing anything about it. What are WE doing? We must remember that like a once president candidate in Mexico said: "Nuestro país y nuestro mundo ha sido prestado por nuestros hijos y no al revés."
What can we do to save our planet? A very nice poem and an excellent reflexion!
Keep up the hard work and keep creating!
Life
During the day
we can feel the lightnings of the sun
they give us the enough energy
to continue against the adversity
We should use that energy
and fight against all our demons
aparting them from us
getting out of our minds,
learn about our mistakes...
Because in life...
there is no unnecessary fight
there is no unnecessary tear;
all the fights have a reward
all the tears have a new sunrise
and each mistake has a new learning...
Claudia Cocom
Reflection under the stars
Staring at the starry sky
Looking at the deep, deep night
I laid endessly on the sand
As I could hear the beat of my joyous heart,
I started wondering what else
Was beyond that infinite space
So far and so close at the same time
Deeply inmerse in that heavenly cover,
I saw a flashy light
Falling into the distance
Make a wish! I thought to myself
Make a wish! I said it out loud
As my eyes closed bewitched
By this magnificient sight
When it will be so easy to just say yes,
You think that you can’t and a no just stays.
You say that you’re broken beyond all repairs
You say that you’ll hurt me; you’ll drag me to hell.
Don’t you see we’re all failed, there’s no one to blame,
And that utter perfection is not good as they say.
So lady of chaos just let it all be,
Please lady of chaos leave it all to me.
Now all that I ask you, is bring me to hell
This way at your side forever I’ll play.
Because when I’m with you hell is better than paradise
Because when I’m with you, forever feels like home.
Quite cheesy i must admit,never the less thats the way that i feel. LOL
With love Juan :D
“My life “by Hugo Pech
The eternal part of life comes from the shades of endless colors that paint the heart. The majestic magnificence of ever changing feelings, written in incoherent judgments and heavenly aromas.
The infinite part of life is be known loved by a far away heart but intertwined in infinity. To be living in the thoughts of special friends, making new experiences and throwing empty words to the wind.
The magnificence in life comes when you find that your destiny has been decided with your meaningless dreams blown away in the wind, the same wind that threatens to put out the candle of our lives, our heart is as empty as our mind is filled with dreams.
The wonderful part of life is to be alive, to be hugged by greedy arms that seek nothing but true love. To hold hands with your worst enemy that sometimes is your ally and other times your enemy, but always an equal.
The difficult part of life is to enjoy the petty, to array your memories, to sit alone and write a book, to fill golden pages with platinum letters.
The intelligent part of life is to be true and steady, to make mistakes when you talk and deceive when you love, to love as you love yourself and fool yourself just like you fool God.
The painful part of life is to feel always welcomed where you may find your foe, to find in God the love of a friend, a friend most needed when you want to grow, when you want to die because you fail to find a reason to live.
The sad part of life is to laugh often, for your smile is accompanied by a frown, to make fun of love and take pride in fate, how fool is he who believes that God has paved his life.
The impossible thing about life is not to cheat death, is harder to avoid finding love, for he who looks shall not always find it, but he who looks finds even if everything is meant to disappear.
The unimaginable doesn’t exist in the human heart, it exists in the mind but it doesn’t stand, the heart anything can do if mixed with dreams, and I want to be eternal in my incoherent heart.
The destructive part of life is to be viced with the world, he who doesn’t dare to dream , doesn’t breath, for only the dead don’t dream, to dream of love, to ramble in fantasy and close your eyes and lie next to an angel.
The senseless part of live is try and keep desire burning, to give into lust and forget about dreaming, to forget to love your loved with a renewed desire, such a fledging joy comes with a kiss but such infinite pain comes with sex.
Life is full with illusions, of tears and worries, that’s why is nice to live in pink. Now that I decay I realize everything I’ve lost, that I’ve lost since I was so serious, since I didn’t laugh at my mistakes, since I turned so cold when I wanted your love, since I forgot to desire you more, I forgot to appreciate you, since I never learned to love you.
toño, dude, don't talk like that about my dear coke, my drug, mi ambrosia, ma reason d'etrê, no i'm just kidding, i'm pretty sure that a lot of people feel like you, coke is non deadly poison, but poison still, i love it, but still i must admit it has become a major part of my daily rutine, exellent poem, you have the soul of a bard, and therefore i hope you feel proud of it, kuddos on the poem.
ONE DAY WITHOUT YOU
I don't feel anything
just this cold loneliness
I'm just thinking
that my life without you is a mess
look what we've done
to our own world
everyone is alone
no one says a word
take me back to the past
bring me to life
do it fast
please return me my life
I thought I was alone
and someone said me I haven't gone
because you saved me... because you love me
look into my eyes
and you will find me
look into my heart and you will find you.
BERLIN MANZANERO DIANELLY ALEJANDRA
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As a coke lover, I could only say that that black liquid you are refering to will give refreshment to your throat and veins :)
Dianelly, it is a very deep poem, I really like how you described the feelings of a person who is in love.
Shary, this poem reminded me of war times. It shows two souls aching for their loved ones. I like it a lot & I agree with your last statement.
A best friend
A best friend
is always with you,
whether you need advice
or to talk about your worries
or even a shoulder to cry on.
A best friend
listens with her heart
and would lie you,
even though the truth
may not be what
you want to hear.
A best friend
knows which are
your secrets and fears,
and you can share with her
all your dreams.
A best friend
always believes in you
even if you give up
on yourself.
And no matter what happens;
she always will be there,
because she is my best friend
my forever friend
and my mother.
The I don't know poem
Waiting for your lips
to spit an answer
what was the question?
nothing you can skip from
a movement of my cold sweat body
Shall I bring another drink to the lady?
sorry babe, I gotta go.
Cold silence
Finally, the night has arrived
little by little a warm air surrounds my body
little by little starts getting colder
and that coldness sticks to my soul
as a plaster to a wound.
Little by little a silence invades
what was once a heart full of life
is now set in a body lacking of it.
Little by little the soul starts floating away
and drowning into a sea full of
silence and fears.
Little by little my soul,
my voice,
myself
get quiet
for the screams made by that
cold silence,
in the middle of silence and fears,
that yells that
I don’t longer exist.
Maricruz, I feel that your poem describes pretty much what I feel, is a stressful life and sometimes is difficult to deal with, but as you said at the end, thinking of the expectations we have will make us feel that it was worthed everything we've suffered before.
My best friend
You are to me a very special friend
the friend that everyone want to see
and everyone want to know
because you are the life of my life
without you it is a world of darkness.
A world in where the things and people have not reasons to be and feel.
With you as sole and symphatic witness, the words come from out my vasty deep.
And so I can´t be myself without you.
No one is whole without some loving friend.
There is a quite joy in me about you that lets me say what I need not defend.
Because you at the end of the crossroads are my friend that gives me light in front of problems and try to avoid me the darkness of the life.
My soul
Sometimes we can be alone
needing some help
but nobody won’t be able to realize about;
we could be feeling terrible
such the world is falling down in front of our eyes
without an exit to escape from this terrible passage.
Sometimes we could asking for some help
but nobody will not hear us
we could be feeling terrible
such the world is falling down in front of our eyes
without an exit to escape from this terrible passage.
So I conclude that there is no one to confide in
but I can say something about this:
“We can’t spend the life hoping that other people save us,
but ourselves are the only one
we can confide in the life
How sad is the life
Without having a love,
But it’s not my case
Because I have my soul
Lutipta Azcorra Balm
Dear Hugo,
A very interesting poem to read, with lots of energy and reflection. Keep working hard and putting in words the things you feel and do... It's always great to hear.
Dear Abigail,
A great and heartfelt poem. It seems as if you have been familiar with a feeling of this kind... I hope you never feel that way, life is beautiful and there are always great ways to live it, no matter what...
Dear Lupita,
A very nice poem. What are we without a soul? If we don't cultivate ours, how can we ever cultivate others', so waiting for that significant other is worthwile while you are in the process of becoming a great person, with a great soul to show...
Dear Ana Karen,
A very nice poem. Who is that special friend that inspires you so much? A very good way to put it in words. Keep on providing the world with new ideas!
Dear Valentina,
A very nice poem! It feels as if you were there. You know what, it reminds me of a very special moment in my life... If you want to know which one it is, don't forget to ask me...
Keep on creating!
Juan José,
Cheesy things are there to be said, specially when that's what you feel. I hope you always have someone who gives you the opportunity to grow that way, to express the way you feel and that gives you the opportunity to always grow as a human being and as a professional in the future. Good work!
Dear Dianelly,
A great poem! I love what you express your feeling, your despair, your pain. How can you manage that?
Good work!
Dear Alvar,
A very interesting poem! Who's that lady? Who has got to go? Why? Very nicely done! Keep the mistery going!
Keep working hard and creating!
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