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Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night,

Old age should burn and rave at close of day;

Rage, rage, against the dying of the light

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,

Because their words had forked no lightning they

Do not go gentle into that good night.

I’m terrible at writing poetry myself, but I gave it a shot, so here’s one I wrote that I’m fairly proud of:

The Small Neighborhood

There once was a small neighborhood

Right off the main road, it lay

Kids run around in the bright sunlight

With the blue sky above their heads

Laughter fills the air, as kids tell stories to their friends

As afternoon arises, the small neighborhood decides to have a picnic

Cold Lunchables and watermelon,

In the kids small hands

As they later go jump on the trampoline

As the hours pass by, the sky gets darker

And the music gets louder

The small neighborhood starts a fire

As the kids roast s’mores

They never want the fun to end

When the night sky arises

The kids start to yawn,

As their parents bring them home

With the full moon above their heads

Note safely at home the kids

Of that small neighborhood

Fall asleep in the comfort

Of their own beds

As they must recharge for another day

In the small neighborhood

(excuse the length, but I’m quite proud of this)

Not like poetry ?

Oh con-tare MMM I think thou doest …………….’Don’t make your love suffer insecurities, trade the baggage of self to set another one free.’

Here’s another mini saga……Remember as many words as you want in the title then 50 words no more or less.

Title

‘A leading expert in his field studies a note written 150 years before.’

“Dear Nancy,

Here’s what you asked for.

Love Freda.”

The professor examined the auctioned lock of hair and it’s provenance.

‘That’s the last one, cloning can begin…… The Fabricated Four..How wonderful,’ he said.

Behind him, teasing a hair from a lady’s top-hat his assistant muttered darkly……..’Fab Five’.

Edited: small top hat for lady’s top hat for a little more clarity to the twist.

I’ve been reading/writing poetry for school. What I find to be the hardest part is putting my feelings and emotions into my poems. I hate the fact that I have emotions, and it’s hard for me to let them flow into the words I write.

Here’s one I wrote yesterday.

I really need constructive criticism. Tell me everything you hate about it, what could be changed to make it better, etc…