Read these inspiring imagist poems from Eng 7.
They whipped outside for a short time and were busy with these for less than an hour.
Maple Leaf, Upon the grey
Gravel, Green as the grass in summer
Lies, Innocent
Yet so experienced, No longer of
Purpose, Maple Leaf, So bright
Not happy
The only heat I feel comes from the sun
They say take no shit
But I am the exception
The unwanted is all I get
Autumn leaf on the gravel
A bright yellow leaf lying on the gravel
its purpose has been served
no longer is it needed
summer is over and here it lies
like an autumn leaf on the gravel
The key hole
Not like any other hole in a wall
The key hole has so much power
Who comes in? Who stays out?
Lets us sleep without all doubts
The light switch
The light switch, oh so powerful!
It possesses the divine power, of alternating between darkness and light.
One touch, darkness.
One touch, light.
Nobody knows when the light is going to switch.
Poem
No I’m
not colorblind, I know the world is black and white.
There is no gray zone you’re either within or without
Either the world is your oyster -Openings
Or you bury your past – Closure.
A magnanimous poem
Light reflected on its surface Separating our presence
From what is foreign Stained by human imprints
Used by many Left absent recognition
un-noticed A gatekeeper
No hero Not deserved
Yet needed A silent guardian
A watchful protector A door knob
Black branches
stretching towards the sky
Green leaves turned red
by the icy autumn wind
Sunlight sipping through
I Hate you
The wounds you cause children you hurt
wheelchairs you keep back
hurt without moving
make noise without talking
cause friction without pulling
Innocent, but oh such dark soul
On temperature it all depends – green turns red
and perish to the ground –
life depends on warmth and comfort
beneath just lies – a lifeless shell
The fallen tree
The storm had come and the tree stood tall,
until it adopted a horizontal position
There it lied … the fallen tree, admitting defeat to the blistering win
The Bench
Old grey worn out, wood …
No longer used. The yard desolated ever since the rain came
Water cold as ice. Wind making me shiver
The bench stays abandoned as I go inside.
VRG
What will we become?
What will we achieve?
Whom will we love and in what will we believe?
Serendipity
Time invented
Past becomes history
Future has limits
Nothing is infinite
Time warps reality
We’re the creators of our enemy, Oops
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