[Anonymous]

Hello everyone,
Here is my model poem. I couldn’t find anything suitable among the works of well-known poets, so I decided to write one myself.
I’m including the poem translated into English, but I will present the Polish version to my students.
I hope you enjoy it.
Warm regards,
Anna

For a while now —
I’ve been watching myself.
Not with pride.
Not with shame.
Just watching…
and asking —
Where does all this pain come from?

Growing up —
is the hardest climb.
I chase —
though I never run.
A crowd before me —
a scream inside:
You’ll be no one —
if you lose again.

And still —
somewhere quiet in me —
a softer voice whispers:
sit by the river.
breathe.
turn the crowd
into pen and paper
turn the scream
into open sky —
a place
with no complaint
no noise
just space

…
to become

[ashleyskartvedt]

Thanks for sharing your personal poem with us Anna! I especially appreciated the lines, “turn the scream / into open sky—”. And I’m interested in hearing how your student’s respond to this poem.

 

 

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