World Poetry Day Special~

In celebration of World Poetry Day and as a lover of poetry, I created a simple presentation for school, in hopes of encouraging students to write and perform poetry too. I would like to remove the stereotype that people have about poetry, that it is boring and hard and share with them the wonders of poetry.

I hope that after the presentation, students shall have a more positive opinion of poetry and be able to see how simple and beautiful it is.

Here is the power point presentation:

World Poetry Day

Of course, here is an original poem to celebrate the day:

Let’s Talk

Let’s talk about things we don’t usually talk about.

Let’s talk about the pain people hide beneath the cuts.  

Let’s talk about the secrets students bury because they are afraid to talk.

Let’s talk about the dust that old hunchback cleaners with warm smiles sweep out of classrooms, creating sandstorms.

Let’s talk about the whispers flown miles away from circles of teenagers.

Let’s talk about the books we are dying to read but won’t discuss.

Let’s talk about the corrupt we motivate.

Let’s talk about the things we hate, that boil our blood underneath the skins we dread.

Let’s talk about the sky. 

Let’s talk about death and how the unknown prevents us from sleeping.

Let’s talk about the spirits within us that are begging, begging to take over.

Let’s talk about the words we said, didn’t mean to say, wanted to say, couldn’t say, wished to say, lived to say, and died trying to say.

Let’s talk about the future we hope to see in a crystal ball.

Let’s talk about those dodging bullets and bracing violent waves.

Let’s talk about the dreams that have shattered and have yet to be reborn.

Let’s talk about those without a place to call home.

Let’s talk about love and how we all secretly wish for it.

Let’s talk about how selfish and greedy we all are.

Let’s talk about how cruel we’ve made the world and how we are going to make all of it stop.

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I hope this isn’t just another story about girl meet boy.
I hope when years have passed and we meet again,
we can honestly tell each other the secrets we held.
That we can confess the quick glances were mutual.

I speak the truth when I say:
I’ve never been more mesmerised by anyone before.
When I see you, time seems to stop.
My heart gets on a roller-coaster ride and
it’s only when you look away and all the blood that rushed to
my head starts to flow back, that
I realise that I’ve missed my chance,
once again.

It wasn’t the looks or the style.
Those came later, I have to admit.

It was the way you looked at me that night, the way you looked into my eyes, and just about every other time after that.
I felt empowered yet vulnerable at the darn same time, it was terrifying.
Still is.
You sparked a curiosity in me like never before and I haven’t
been able to light it out since.

Maybe it’s for selfish reasons that my heart beats this tune,
maybe it isn’t.
What I do know is that I want yours to follow the same tune
but no pressure,
I haven’t mustered up the guts for that yet.

I hope this isn’t just another story about boy meet girl.
I hope when years have passed, you remember me and smile to yourself.
You smile about how the mercurial character of a girl long ago,
confused you yet added a page to your book,
the book we call life.

Leaving on a Jet Plane

Being on a jet plane
yet alone a plane
were beyond my wildest imagination.

You should have unraveled the
missing puzzle by now.

I’m not one who runs away
nor forsakes responsibilities.

You were right,
people do change.
Don’t hold it against me.
I was never patient enough,
I still ain’t.

I took matters into my own hands,
just like you said I would
just like you said I shouldn’t;
just like I promised I couldn’t.

You were right,
again,
promises were meant to be broken.

Throughout,
you were the bad guy
and I, the good guy.
Indeed, there are two sides to a coin.
The same with people.

I remember your whispers,
like shouts from high-rises
about the things you could do for me.
About how you would, for me, dig through mud with your bare hands.

The time has come,
a well full of mud awaits you.

14/06/13