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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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