ENGLISH POETRY: Schüler/innen dichten
Im Modul "English Poetry" (Wintersemester 2009/10) wurde nicht nur der theoretische Rahmen für die englischsprachige Lyrik des 19. und 20.Jahrhunderts erörtert (poems, poets, literary movements, rhetoric...), sondern zum Abschluss auch praktisch gearbeitet: Es wurde fleißig gedichtet. Das Engagement war erfreulich groß, die Ideen vielfältig. Und: Die Ergebnisse können sich sehen lassen! Hier eine kleine Auswahl:
Rhymes
I'm familiar to enough of these world's words, but my mind is blurred and my thoughts are stirred, I knew this was going to happen, but I didn't know how to prevent this, whatever I write it all seems to be senseless, how am I supposed to present this?
I'm still sitting here, stuck in this writer's block, half past midnight strikes the clock, I've got something on the tip of my tongue, but it just won't seem to slip off the tongue.
Nothing really seems to be inspiring, and the frustration in this situation is tiring, damn it, I'm done I guess today those rhymes just won't come.
Stefan Lenglinger, 7B
Snow
I look out of the window I see white everywhere The sound of a black crow Is ringing in the air
I walk onto the street Cold touches my face White covers my feet Feels like a new place
All I see is white It takes my breath away It's such a beautiful sight On this wonderful clear day
The smell of winter rises to my nose My body is really starting to get cold But that doesn't really bother me Cause this moment makes me so happy
Elena Skarnes, 7B
Christmas Rush
Ten thousand bodies rush up and down through slush. The boulevard is raided by restless ants that worry about millions of gifts, they hurry till all patience has faded.
Matthias Brenner, 8B
Snow
Walking down the street where trees and snow meet. OH. What a sight, this world in white.
Now I'm in the wood thinking about all the good not noticing the ice OOH, not nice. Hoping I won't slide ooops, too late, losing my pride OWE, that hurts!
Veronika Kocmata, 7C
Black Santa
People think Santa is white, but that's not right, People even think he might be Japanese, but he ain't even Chinese, cuz last night I saw him with his sack, and guess what? - He was black.
Kevin Chaudhry/Stefan Lenglinger, 7B
Couldn't sleep
Couldn't sleep for a week My bed became my coffin Can't breathe, can't speak My head is a bomb, need coffee! Hypnotized by the moon Silently, rising soon Again this emptiness Counting sheep Thoughts of nothingness Stealing my sleep
Alix Stria, 8B
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Für den Inhalt dieses Artikels verantwortlich: Mag. Dr. Nora Kundrat |
erstellt: Mi, 17. Mär 2010, 16:14:02 |
letzte Änderung: Mo, 31. Mai 2010, 10:30:27 |