Polling 4 English Poetry Competition April 2010

[naz]

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Last date is 28 April.

[naz]

Ali_



As Summer into Autumn slips
And yet we sooner say
"The Summer" than "the Autumn," lest
We turn the sun away,

And almost count it an Affront
The presence to concede
Of one however lovely, not
The one that we have loved --

So we evade the charge of Years
On one attempting shy
The Circumvention of the Shaft
Of Life's Declivity."
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Muskaan



"There's a time each year
That we always hold dear,
Good old summer time;
With the birds and the trees'es
And sweet scented breezes,
Good old summer time,
When you day's work is over
Then you are in clover,
And life is one beautiful rhyme,
No trouble annoying,
Each one is enjoying,
The good old summer time."

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Zindagi


Happy Summer


Summer - the time for concerts in the park,

Vacations and swimming, and dancing 'til after dark;

Children with popsicles or watermelon sweet,

Playing at the beach and letting water cool their feet.

Parades with clowns and a marching band -

So much to see and do across the land.

Intense heat; the fury of the sun -

It doesn't seem to matter - everyone has fun.

Lightning, thunder, or gently-falling rain;

Going to the park to enjoy a baseball game.

Summer - the time we look forward to -

Happy Summer To All and good times for you!

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[naz]

shaan



A Summer Wish

Live all thy sweet life thro',
Sweet Rose, dew-sprent,
Drop down thine evening dew
To gather it anew
When day is bright:
I fancy thou wast meant
Chiefly to give delight.

Sing in the silent sky,
Glad soaring bird;
Sing out thy notes onhigh
To sunbeam straying by
Or passing cloud;
Heedless if thou art heard
Sing thy full song aloud.

Oh that it were with me
As with the flower;
Blooming on its own tree
For butterfly and bee
Its summer morns:
That I might bloom minehour
A rose in spite of thorns.

Oh that my work were done
As birds' that soar
Rejoicing in the sun:
That when my time is run
And daylight too,
I so might rest once more
Cool with refreshing dew.

Christina Rosetti



g0rge0us_g!rL


Summer is when the sun comes out
Summer is when the dogs pout
Summer is when crickets on
Summer is when you go to the salon

Summer is when kids are out to play
Summer is when adults are in the office earning there pay
Summer is when the sweat drips down your face
Summer is when you’re in a hot place
Summer is for everyon
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~Loving Irfan~

[naz]

naz


each summer the last summer
the only remembered summer
in retrospect
the one so eagerly
anticipated
& then so uneventful
like a puritan striptease,
a withered erection,
the kentucky derby:
Each summer the summer
most sacred
Each summer the summer
it did not rain so
much the summer before
because Then is turning
to accommodate Now
with small movements like
the fluttering of birds' wings
& every night the world
ends
the way scientists warned us it would;
what is it about
summer
that is so evanescent?
each summer
the last summer.

[naz]

S_K_Princess


Summer Summer

Summer summer once again here,
And reaching all over the meadows;
Growths of colors are everywhere,
With variant shades in the rows.

Contrasting life with coming of spring,
Beautiful sights out my window;
Love's now growing and starting to sing,
But shall my heart ever know.

Summer summer once again here,
Everything regeneration could enclose;
Sky is all wonderful blue and clear,
That's how each summer goes.

Contrasting life with coming of spring,
Beautiful sights out my window;
Love's now growing and starting to sing,
But shall my love ever show.

Summer summer once again here,
And reaching all over the meadows;
Reaping all out like in last year,
But where's my love you suppose?





Mishaal


How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Flitting about in each leafy tree;
In the leafy trees so broad and tall,
Like a green and beautiful palace hall,
With its airy chambers light and boon,
That open to sun and stars and moon;
That open to the bright blue sky,
And the frolicsome winds as they wander by.
They have left their nests on the forest bough;
Those homes of delight they need not now;
And the young and the old they wander out,
And traverse their green world round about;
And hark! at the top of this leafy hall,
How one to the other in love they call!
"Come up! Come up!" they seem to say,
"Where the topmost twigs in the breezes sway."
"Come up! come up! for the world is fair
Where the merry leaves dance in the summer air."
And the birds below give back the cry,
"We come, we come to the branches high."
How pleasant the lives of the birds must be,
Living in love in a leafy tree!
And away through the air what joy to go,
And to look on the green, bright earth below!
How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Skimming about on the breezy sea,
Cresting the billows like silvery foam,
Then wheeling away to its cliff-built home!
What joy it must be to sail, upborne,
By a strong free wing, through the rosy morn,
To meet the young sun, face to face,
And pierce, like a shaft, the boundless space!
To pass through the bowers of the silver cloud;
To sing in the thunder hall aloud;
To spread out the wings for a wild, free flight
With the upper cloud-wings, oh, what delight!
Oh, what would I give, like a bird, to go,
Right on through the arch of the sun lit bow,
And see how the waterdrops are kissed
Into green and yellow and amethyst.
How pleasant the life of a bird must be,
Wherever it listeth, there to flee;
To go, when a joyful fancy calls,
Dashing down 'mong the waterfalls;
Then wheeling about, with its mate at play,
Above and below, and among the spray,
Hither and thither, with screams as wild
As the laughing mirth of a rosy child.
What joy it must be, like a living breeze,
To flutter about 'mid the flowering trees;
Lightly to soar, and to see beneath,
The wastes of the blossoming purple heath,
And the yellow furze, like fields of gold,
That gladdened some fairy region old!
On the mountain tops, on the billowy sea,
On the leafy stems of a forest tree,
How pleasant the life of a bird must be!

[S_K_Princess]

hmmmmm

[Raj]

hmmmmmmmmmmmmm voted

[Seven Tiles]

voted

[sheem]

voted

[O.o Ashi o.O]

vOted !!