In this poem, I didn't actually talk about my school but the feeling of being in my school. I imagined it as an empty place, devoid of anything alive. I pictured the dark halls, the ordered rooms, the dusty chairs, the flickering light bulbs, and the static atmosphere. It felt to me like I owned the seclusion, the solitude of the tranquility of the building. For me, it is the best feeling and moment I can create.
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BACK TO SCHOOL
The time will be
And ever be
As soon as the ways are cleared
And the windows are cleaned and smeared
I will rest upon them
And hold, and hold, and hold
Till nostalgia folds
I'll ever be
The time will be
And so will be
As soon as the rooms arrange
And the decors remove and change
I will rest upon them
And gaze, and gaze, and gaze
Till nostalgia sways
I'll ever be
The time will be
And shall it be
As soon as the people leave
And the silence and darkness weave
I will rest upon them
And think, and think, and think
Till nostalgia winks
I'll ever be
The time will be
And may it be
As soon as the thoughts are drowned
And the irony came and crowned
I will rest upon them
And feel, and feel, and feel
Till nostalgia heals
I'll ever be
The time will be
And all will be
As soon as the sounds ended
And the mem'ries piled and mended
I will rest upon them
And die, and die, and die
Till nostalgia cries
I'll ever be
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A Collection of Poems
شِعرThese 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'...
