A rainy evening inspired me to write this poem. That day I felt really melancholic and sad because of some facts that had happened to me lately . So the same night I needed a vent valve like poetry and I tried to write a poem down about my feelings. Stefani Sala V H
A thousand thunderstorms
In the sky as in my head.
I was pensive and wondering
Why his first day living a child cries,
The sky shouts and shuts with men
just to make us feel less lonely.
Teardrops nourish our lands
And let flowers bloom again.
The meeting
And in that moment I saw her,
lost in my deep dreams;
She came like a thunder
and everything changed.
I jumped into her
She was beautiful like a sunset
but still more ephemeral
Alberto Di Giovanni and Marco Ragolia 5°H
When the night comes
The whole world different becomes.
Just the darkness can be seen
And me, myself and I stay alone.
The light falls
And the soul lives
The real life is this
That's the magic of the night by D.Sciortino and M.Lo Piccolo
I like and respect this poetry and the point of view of these guys, but I disagree with the meaning of the whole poetry because I don't share their feeling and their attitude with the night. To the contrary I don't think that in the night the soul lives and I believe that the real life is another one. in fact I prefer the day and the light of the sun makes me well: with the light my soul lives.
ReplyDeleteI agree only with the expression "The whole world different becomes" because I think it too, but at the same time this sentence improve my opinion because I think that with the dark of the night people become silent and all the rumor breake down, and that's makes sedness and melancholy.
Federica Balsamo
poetry is the lit genre, poems are lines written in stanzas
ReplyDeleteI like and respect this poem and the point of view of these guys, but I disagree with the meaning of the whole poetry because I don't share their feeling and their attitude with the night. To the contrary I don't think that in the night the soul lives and I believe that the real life is another one. in fact I prefer the day and the light of the sun makes me well: with the light my soul lives.
ReplyDeleteI agree only with the expression "The whole world different becomes" because I think it too, but at the same time this sentence improve my opinion because I think that with the dark of the night people become silent and all the rumor breake down, and that's makes sedness and melancholy.
Federica Balsamo