This poem is an activity of our English teacher, so don’t expect it to be sad or what (IKR?!?!?!?!) Anyway, I am personally not satisfied with this poem because liveliness is not my cup of tea when it comes to being expressive and lyrical, but anyway, this poem is graded, so I’ve got to embrace things that aren’t included in my comfort zone, so this is what I made up, and if ever, you feel confused or shout in your head like what-the-heck-did-just-happen-in-this-poem, I feel the same way too. :)))))))))))))))))))))
XXII
GRAMMAR
To perplex me in twisted burst
Of eight foundations, more and more
And fill my knowledge sore with thirst
And straighten lips deep down its core
Of stories, legends of the past
To teach me something old and new
Society, morals, ethics last
When written in such vivid view
Of ballads, poems of long ago
To break the heart, or confound me
Yes! They are great, and loved them so
All things invis’ble, can’t you see?
Of di’logues, whether said or done
Affect the story bit by bit
Indirect? Direct? All is fun!
When reading comes to play and sit
Of verbs and nouns, they must agree
Go hand-in-hand to beautify
Indefinites’ uncertainty
Makes worlds go round and mystify
Of pronouns, they must do it, too
Antecedents depend on them
And thus should follow, me and you
And sew those broken phrases then
Of conjunctions, coordinate
“For”, “and”, “nor”, “but”, “or”, “yet”, and “so”
Others depend, subordinate
But do I have to choose or go?
Of prefixes and suffixes,
To form complexity on words
But they are just mere affixes
Should I put them? Seconds or thirds?
Of paragraphs, too long, too long,
But topic sentences remain
And look for them, it’s right, it’s wrong
The more implied can only feign
Of tenses that must go in pairs,
If present, past, or future, lo!
Agree with subjects should be fair
If same, oh yes! If not, oh no!
Of punctuations, never forget,
A period on the end of roads
And commas, here and there, are set
On modifiers, pre and post
Of clauses, oh! Almost forgot
Participials, infinitives
For some with commas, others not
Gerunds, numbers, appositives
And then, it all comes to an end
I must all learn these beforehand
For I will go, to aim, to send
A victory in desert sand
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A Collection of Poems
PoetryThese poems are just some of the little pieces that make up my life. Whenever I get inspired by someone or something, I write a little story about it in the form of a poem. In a way, it helps me express what I have in my mind in a very vague way. I'...
