Contradictions
Sitting atop
a windy road.
An old
school bursting at the seams
houses
crowded halls filled with students scurrying to their next class.
It’s a land
of forlorn hopes and dreams.
They bear great
burdens of back and heart.
The simple
acts blown out of proportion
can change
the future of a student.
Memories
both happy and sad
permeate the
building in an oppressive fog.
All appear trivial
in retrospect and close examination.
At the end
of this extensive journey
we will look
back with joy and sorrow.
We have
worked so hard for achievements
that will
mean nothing and everything in the future.
In this poem
I tried to express a tone of hopeless contradictions. To do this I used contradictory words together
pairing happy and sad, joy and sorrow, and nothing and everything. These serve
to show how important school is to students. However since many spend so much
time focusing on trivial things, they lose track of what is important. I tried
to structure my poem in a free flowing manner that describes how the future is
still unsure, but there are patterns if you look hard enough. The “simple acts” I was alluding to are the
dramatic relationships that people form that are flighty and shallow. They do
not help promote an atmosphere of intelligence and learning.
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