Final Draft

Memories, shards of happiness, pierce my mind,

Lunch times filled with cheers and the scent of food,

Friends who laughed and helped, and were ever so kind,

We were all in jovial spirits, and in a glad mood.

The chattering halls we once rushed through,

Like a herd of deer pursued as prey,

Now stand silent with somber grown-ups in queue,

Waiting patiently for an end to the weary day.

There was a mix of happiness and sadness,

Some were crying tears of unbridled bliss,

With others laughing wildly, as if in madness,

But I alone stood silent, savoring memories I’d soon miss.

The journey so far has been long and memorable,

Filled with strife and turmoil, but worth it in the end,

Some of the challenges were barely endurable,

But all have made me one that can neither break nor bend.

This poem is about our long journey as students finally coming to an end. There are four stanzas and in the first stanza, the author talks about memories made during the journey of school. The second stanza is describing a daily setting of the hallways with the use of a simile. The third stanza describes the emotions we would all go through on our last day. The last stanza shows how we would be looking back at our journey and what we’ve earned out of it. This poem also has a clear ABAB rhyme pattern.

Rough Draft

Memories, shards of happiness, pierce my mind

Lunch times filled with cheers and the scent of food,

Friends who laughed and helped, and were ever so kind,

We were all in jovial spirits, and in a glad mood.

In the hall where we rushed through,

Like herds of deer running from their prey,

Is now full of grown-ups in a queue,

Waiting for an end to their last day.

There was a mix of happiness and sadness,

Some were in tears of joy,

Others were riddled with madness,

But I knew that one day we would all leave, even as a little boy.

The journey so far has been long and memorable,

Filled with strife and turmoil, but worth it in the end

Every challenge I faced on the way was not so pleasurable,

But it helped me become a better man, one that would not bend.

Reflection:

Writing this journey poem was not a very difficult task, in fact, I actually enjoyed it. While coming up with the theme for the poem was not difficult, the trickiest part was making sure that it had a regular rhyme scheme and rhythm. This assignment showed me that rhythm in poetry is not always tied to the meter, and that poems without a specific meter can have a definite rhythm.

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