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Unlock the Poetry Paradox:                                                                                                                 I can only try to be the one I see in my dreams.




                                                                                                                                                                                        Whilst in real life,
          Reverse poems!                                                                                                                                      And let those dreams soak up my pain.
                                                                                                                                                              I wish of being who I knew I'd never be

                                                                                                                                                                                       As I pretend to be,
                                                                                                                                                                     On my heart is left a bloody stain
          Students are always encouraged to                                                                                                                       That goes deeper each passing day
          experiment with new forms of                                                                                                                                              As I notice me at day
                                                                                                                                                                                      Notice me at night
          poetry. Reverse poetry gives students                                                                                                                                  Knowing I would kneel

          the opportunity to tell creative                                                                                                                                                            down
          stories and engage the reader by                                                                                                                                  To the person I dream to be
          being coherent when read forwards                                                                                                                                     That I know I'd never be
          and backwards. Try and see how the                                                                                                                                The bloody stain spreading,
          meaning changes when you read                                                                                                                                         taking over my heart so
                                                                                                                                                                                              This division
          from the bottom to the top!                                                                                                                               Because between who I am in my
                                                                                                                                                                                                      mind
                                                                                                                                                                                      And who in real life
                                                                                                                                                                         Pretending to be, the person I
                The Dark World                                                                                                                                            know I would kneel down to.
                                                                                                                                                                                In my dreams, my mind
                This world stands full of                                                                                                                                                      relentlessly
                misery,                                                                                                                                              Gawks at the world it cannot be a
                I do not believe that                                                                                                                                                               part of.
                I can sustain for much                   School                                                                                                        As a fish stares above the water
                longer.                                                                                                                                   To see the shaking reflection of a Stranger
                There is no hope and life                I hate school,                                                                                   I stare to the shaking jumbled reflection of
                can’t sustain any more.                  It’s not true that                                                                                                                              me
                It is false that                         My teachers are good at                                                                                                   Who Is not a Stranger
                This world is full of                    explaining.                                                                                                      A Person I know All-Too-Well
                beauty.                                  I believe that,                                                                                                A person who I would kill to be
                                                         I can’t learn by myself.                                                                                          A person who in my dreams.
                Rishabh, MYP 2A                          I don’t think that,                                                                                                            Soak up my pain.
                                                         My classmates are nice.                                                                                                       As I pretend to be.
                                                         I know that,                                                                                                      On my heart, a bloody stain.
                                                         School is bad.
                                                         It’s not true that,                                                                                                  By Nikita Chugh (MYP 2)
                                                         I love school.


                                                         Anvi Dhawan, MYP 1A








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