Task 3 : Poetry

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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby Ancient Greek » 10 Oct 2020, 16:52

Fall, leaves, fall
BY EMILY BRONTË

Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.


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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby ClaudiaM25 » 12 Oct 2020, 09:17

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Here's my favorite poem.
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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby Clueless1 » 12 Oct 2020, 15:24

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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby nefeliethan » 12 Oct 2020, 21:59

All The World's A Stage [Poem By William Shakespeare]
All the world’s a stage,
And all the men and women merely players;
They have their exits and their entrances,
And one man in his time plays many parts,
His acts being seven ages. At first the infant,
Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms;
And then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel
And shining morning face, creeping like snail
Unwillingly to school. And then the lover,
Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad
Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier,
Full of strange oaths, and bearded like the pard,
Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Seeking the bubble reputation
Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice,
In fair round belly with good capon lined,
With eyes severe and beard of formal cut,
Full of wise saws and modern instances;
And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts
Into the lean and slippered pantaloon,
With spectacles on nose and pouch on side;
His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide
For his shrunk shank; and his big manly voice,
Turning again toward childish treble, pipes
And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history,
Is second childishness and mere oblivion,
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything.



The closing words 'sans everything' should be an indication to death. Also we can consider the death as a step out from the stage called life. I want to portray a dead body

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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby Alexiroi » 12 Oct 2020, 23:54

The verses that inspired me: Sometimes words are not enough. And then colors come to the rescue, because inspiration rules us and we just have to follow it. Because the Spirit determines the Way.
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"Cinnamon, honey, sadness and lavender,
and two sighs added for the color.
The moon for a moment, heard or unheard,
peeked into my cup of chocolate ...
I did was for her too - a cure for love,
she is also a woman, she knows how to hurt.
Secretly added a cloud to her glass,
and the whole sky changed ...
I plucked a sprig of mint for hope,
that mine is already in need of repair.
Suddenly, in his belated tenderness,
I decided to send you forget-me-not ...
To remember me like this -
best memories I put on shoes.
The magic of love is not forgotten:
Cinnamon, honey, sadness and lavender. "
It is intriguing when you bring style and elegance to everyday life
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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby Renna » 13 Oct 2020, 03:26

The vibes of having more happiness in the past than in the future. I know it very well.

Robert Burns
Old Long Past


And for old long past, my joy (sweetheart),
For old long past,
We will take a cup of kindness yet,
For old long past,

Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And never brought to mind?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
And days of old long past.

And surely you will pay for your pint-vessel!
And surely I will pay for mine!
And we will take a cup of kindness yet,
For old long past.

We two have run about the hillsides
And pulled the wild daisies fine;
But we have wandered many a weary foot
Since old long past.

We two have paddled in the stream,
From morning sun till noon;
But seas between us broad have roared
Since old long past.

And there is a hand, my trusty friend!
And give me a hand of yours!
And we will take a right good-will drink,
For old long past.

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Re: Task 3 : Poetry

Postby ClaudiaM25 » 13 Oct 2020, 08:10

Lady Alexandra, ssiouxee and nefeliethan - each of you will receive 2 diamonds as reward for such great inspiration!
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