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Question

Theme: death or the end of an era

Write a poem.In your poem, use the theme, death or the end of an era. Make sure to give your poem a title. Your poem may rhyme or not. The length of the poem should be from four lines to one page.

Have fun!!!!

Answer 1

A GATHERING OF GHOSTS

Why is it so easy to create a ghost?

To push a button, trip a switch, speak a word,

point a finger, accuse others, cast a stone,

enact a law, pull a trigger, ignite flames?

The results remain the same.

Why is it so quickly we bury our ghosts?

To ignore life’s lessons and deny the past,

stifle scruples, justify guilt, revoke doubt,

shrouding righteousness in a deity’s name?

The results remain the same.

Why is it so hard then to ignore our ghosts?

To subdue the conscience and silence the cries,

purge memories, build barriers, deflect faults,

play the game, accepting no personal blame?

The results remain the same.

Why do we even have to create the ghosts?

To understand, acknowledge human error,

coming to terms, making amends, righting wrongs,

opening up, reaching out to heal to pain?

The results will keep us sane.

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Answer 2

Back to yesterday

I remember that day

I sat by the tree

With my one true love

As we watched it sway

He planted a kiss upon my lips

That was a long time ago

When I was young

And the world was still pure

I shall go back to my tree someday

And watch it sway

And tell me whats going on

But when I went yesterday

All that was left

Were gnarled roots

And a tree stump

A rusted axe lay beside it

I kneel down to the tree and dig and dig

To find a seed

And when I finally found it

My hands were numb

And cold from the dirt

But as I felt a tear slide down my cheek

I made another hole beside the tree

And planted the seed and patched it up

The mound was a lump

And my tear dripped on it

That was the end of my tree

But I will remember it always

Someday it'll grow back

young and fresh

And it shall remember me

It's dead now though

And my worries have gained

I have left the tree behind

And I'm to return soon again

Answer 3

Men mourn when loved ones pass

and speak of better times of yore

they tell of laughter and of joy

and brighter times that came before

But not all times are bright

and not all deaths are mourn'd

and some look forward to the light

when a new age is bourn'd

these days of strife and struggle

these times of death and woe

will someday be a faded memory

of evil times long ago

when all the monuments are toppled

and all the weapons gone to rust

and people live in peace and freedom

and our bones turn to dust

then will our better natures

quell our ancient fears

and once more joy and laughter

outweigh all our tears

Answer 4

here i sit in this desolate lake

fire and brimstone and full of hate

my problem you see

lies within me

my soul is tarnished

having lived a lie

tortured living

so here i die