A LITTLE POETRY



For an assignment I had to make a Valentine's Day poem that I would have to read to my entire class. Everyone was quite nervous. First of all we had to make a poem about love and then go to the front of the class and read it out. Now that in itself is very intimidating but with all this some great poems were presented. With a miscellaneous array of perspectives on love which really spoke to the heart and taxed the mind. But here's my perspective on love which is quite common.

LOVE

What is love
Is it when you kiss you see a snow white dove
Or is it when fireworks explode from up above
Or when you find yourself under the moonlight
And your love is holding you tight
But all this is a mere fraction
Of this resplendent attraction
Its when you embrace
Your happiness suddenly has a face
For there is no other place
You'd rather be
For you see
Love is when you see your beloved
When you see their face
And your heart starts to race
So much it leaves not a trace
You look into their eyes
And time that flys
Starts to slow
Every trouble seems to go
In that moment you wish to stay
For this is not child's play
This is in fact love
Sent from above

I also wrote a second poem to show my second perspective of love.

Tree of Love
 Love, a phenomenal force of attraction
 Is it a form of magic
For which is a manifestation of Aphrodite
As if it were a mighty tree
Growing slowly and strong
With leaves acting as memories
Growing as love grows
Thus so truly
Doors that unlock keys
To our hearts
Carved by wood
Covered  by a protective hood
Our hearts like the precious sap of this tree
That lays dormant and bitter
But when nurtured it becomes sweet with an extravagant gold
But if left for too long it goes sour
And fills with lonesome and sadness untold
Wither's until left only powder
Until the tree rots and the leaves wither on the ground
A black stump shall be all that is found
But however, minute and insignificant in sight
It shall be a light
A bud but a simple bud
Growing slowing and strong
Though it may be long
It is of worth
For it is love
Which grows from down below to up above
Like a tree
For it is love that shall decree
Your love to be

LIBERER VOTRE IMAGINATION

The Beginning

This is the start of a blog. Amazing and nerve racking to a certain degree. Why am I writing a blog? Tell you the truth its a school English project. When my English teacher told me that I had to write a blog I was slightly intimidated. And when the weekend eventually came I had the thought I would start this blog straight away but then I realised I had tons of homework and the idea of writing a blog was practically impossible. But astonishingly I found spare time and I found myself with a choice. ENJOY MY SPARE TIME OR WRITE A BLOG. Now the choice was an obvious one. But I actually really  thought about it and had a realization they were one and the same thing. So of course I started writing but I was conflicted on what to write about. I thought about movies,books,sports even international news but nothing seemed to make a hit. So I thought why not The Beginning. And you'd notice that I've written it as a proper noun. And that's because it's significant to me writing at this moment feels amazing,astonishing, LIBERATING. I've realised when I WRITE I'm free to say what I feel, talk about what I want, LIBERATE MY IMAGINATION. Hey and who knows I could become famous.The next famous blogger. THE FRENCHMAN. Got a nice ring to it.

LIBERER VOTRE IMAGINATION