ASSIGNMENT --- POETRY
It was a poetry assignment. They had to write ten different poems consisting of various types of poetry such as haiku, limerick, Ballad, etc.
Extra points for making a front cover for it.
He didn't want any help, but he did read us one or two short haiku poems to ask if we liked it.
I woke up the next morning to find his homemade book of poetry sitting on the kitchen table complete with front cover of his own creation. A design that looked like a flag with a white dove in the center and he titled it -- 'Blueprints to Change The World'
As I read them I thought my God if I didn't know he had written these I never would have imagined my grandson, a young man barely 16yrs. of age had created this wonderful composite of poems filled with such depth such emotion.
Each one was unique onto itself. He even wrote one about Fidel Castro, but the last one - well the last one brought tears to my eyes. It was the ballad. A lovely and sad story of love, that made me want to throw away every poem I have ever written.
All I can say is ' Wow'. He never ceases to amaze me!
I would love to post some of my favorites, but I don't want to bore those poetry haters out there so I' ll just share a little.
Extra points for making a front cover for it.
He didn't want any help, but he did read us one or two short haiku poems to ask if we liked it.
I woke up the next morning to find his homemade book of poetry sitting on the kitchen table complete with front cover of his own creation. A design that looked like a flag with a white dove in the center and he titled it -- 'Blueprints to Change The World'
As I read them I thought my God if I didn't know he had written these I never would have imagined my grandson, a young man barely 16yrs. of age had created this wonderful composite of poems filled with such depth such emotion.
Each one was unique onto itself. He even wrote one about Fidel Castro, but the last one - well the last one brought tears to my eyes. It was the ballad. A lovely and sad story of love, that made me want to throw away every poem I have ever written.
All I can say is ' Wow'. He never ceases to amaze me!
I would love to post some of my favorites, but I don't want to bore those poetry haters out there so I' ll just share a little.
.............“My Love”
I see you across the room,
Sometimes in a crowded hall,
And all the time I wonder,
What if you knew?
What if you knew I loved you?
Like the rising morning sun.
What if you knew I wanted you?
Needed you, oh so badly.
But I am me. And you, are you.
I sometimes think,
Would we ever workout?
I sometimes think,
Could we be a perfect couple?
But I am me. And you, are you.
One time I brushed against you,
And I thought the world stopped turning.
And Birds sang of my feelings.
“He loves you so!”
But I am me. And you, are you.
Make my mood swing,
Make my heart sing,
All the little things,
I remember of you.
But I am me. And you, are you.
Wish we could be together,
Like true love, grow old together.
Love, laughter, loss,
All I feel with you.
But I am me. And you, are you.
You put yourself down,
And I act like a clown,
While I wonder why,
You hate yourself so.
But I am me. And you, are you.
Ever loved someone and know,
They could never love you back?
Oh how cruel!
That I am me. And you, are you.
I see you across the room,
Sometimes in a crowded hall,
And all the time I wonder,
What if you knew?
What if you knew I loved you?
Like the rising morning sun.
What if you knew I wanted you?
Needed you, oh so badly.
But I am me. And you, are you.
I sometimes think,
Would we ever workout?
I sometimes think,
Could we be a perfect couple?
But I am me. And you, are you.
One time I brushed against you,
And I thought the world stopped turning.
And Birds sang of my feelings.
“He loves you so!”
But I am me. And you, are you.
Make my mood swing,
Make my heart sing,
All the little things,
I remember of you.
But I am me. And you, are you.
Wish we could be together,
Like true love, grow old together.
Love, laughter, loss,
All I feel with you.
But I am me. And you, are you.
You put yourself down,
And I act like a clown,
While I wonder why,
You hate yourself so.
But I am me. And you, are you.
Ever loved someone and know,
They could never love you back?
Oh how cruel!
That I am me. And you, are you.
posted by EXSENO at 8:48 AM
21 Comments:
That poem was incredible!
Sounds like someone definitely is crushing hard on someone, oh to be a teenager again, wouldn't that be awful!? The poem was very well written though.
oh!!! could u share some more of his stuff? He is totally awesome!
that was a very mature and confident piece
How do we know,
I just might do that soon.
Jinta,
Yes it was and he really surprised me with that last line. I didn't see it coming at all.
Damsel Underdressed,
It was a complete shocker to me. It was the last one in is book of poems.
Becky,
It would be just like him, to have a crush on someone and never tell them and just be their friend.
Wow! well accomplished piece. I love the flow of the poem and there were some rhymes in it. He is a good poet.
Today's ranting,
Yes, he really surprised me.
That one came from where it hurts the most! The acuteness of the desperation and the agony of separateness is put so simply that it hurts!
I'd love to read some more of his!
Id it is,
I know exactly what you mean, when I read that last line I really had tears in my eyes.
I just might post a few more of his poems, I have had several requests for more of them.
Oh my goodness... that poem... it was ... so what every woman feels for that someone whom she just hasn't had the courage to confront. It's like the "I love you" song by Celine Dion... it was priceless... I almost broke my stoic persona and teared... ALMOST!
Hi Miss Krys,
I know what you mean, but this time it is a young man who is feeling these emotions.
Sorry that I haven't been visiting you but I had given up, I thought that you had stopped blogging.
Glad to hear from you.
I turned to mush when I read this poem. What I would give to read more work from this talented young man! You must be bursting with pride.
Thanks, by the way, for stopping by my site. I left a response to you. Hearing from you has truly made my day, dear friend. It's so good to have spirits like you in the blogosphere.
naomi,
I just may post a couple more of his poems, several of my friends have asked about them.
that was just a great piece of poetry! waiting for more from the 16-year-old's poetry book. Thanx for visiting my blog
EYE,
My pleasure I loved visiting your blog. I think I will be posting a couple more of his poems soon.
I'd write the first verse as,
I see you across the room,
Sometimes in a crowded hall,
I'm dwelt within a wondrous gloom,
"If I knew at all"
the words written were assuming that you are in a melancholy state. Hence, gloom and dwelt
Nabeel,
That's a very good idea but your to late Nabeel, he already got his 'A' for that poem. To late to change it now.
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