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1- Jessica Bunch

When I was taken away from you,

I knew that this place would be my undo.

Why you hardly ever call, or visit I do not know.

This place has taken me to a new all-time low.

You can’t know I’m afraid, I will show no fear.

I can’t show pain or shed a tear. 

Waiting for visits that never take place,

Waiting for friends who forget your face. 

Time goes so slow and I realize

I am alone. 

You can’t know I’m afraid, I will show no fear.

I can’t show pain or shed a tear.  

Your call left me longing for more.

I can’t wait for the day I am not here anymore.

 I know I am away and I cannot see you.

I stare at your picture and imagine the day I get through. 

You can’t know I’m afraid, I will show no fear.

I can’t show pain, or shed a tear.  

I will do my time, with my head held high.

I will keep my pride and integrity

Until I die.

You can’t know I’m afraid, I will show no fear.I can’t show pain, or shed a tear. 

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Kyle Davis

In life their paths in which we pick

Some can lead to the journeys in which we didn’t not predict

My life is a mess as you can see within my writings

I will reflected

All things I still regret

Sounds of freighting all around me

All alone but not afraid for this is the life I have made

Darkness all around with a light in a distance I can see

But may never reach

There’s a smell of stench that progresses over time

But the feeling of cold and quilt

Will never surpass this time

That I have been given

As know I have been able to see the regrets that

Have made me become the person

I came to be

I sit and reminisce on the good times I have made

But most of my time

I think of other regrets I have made

In a place like this you do not exist  

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Lee Anne Kummerer

I sit in this little cold room with colors of old metal

looking through my belongings in the box.

 There it is! the picture of you and me

remembering that day

long before I went way

the fun time we had

now all you have is your dad

Remember the feel of the wind through your hair

The smell of fresh cut grass in the air

I long to feel your soft and gentle skin

Remember I will be there again.

Soon, my time will be done

we will be together as one

stay safe and remember

I will see you in November 

When I leave this horrible place they call prison!

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Jessica Rutledge

I sit, I stare, I ponder, and wait....

My 6 by 8 corner of the world,

Is where I spend most of my day.

I start my day here, and end my day here too.

My pictures I stare at waiting for the day,

The day I can touch your face again.

I sit, I stare, I ponder, and wait…..

I imagine the days of sitting in a fine restaurant,

Deliberating the specials and what dessert to order.

Now my meals are determined for me,

Not tasting or looking like much more than the box it came in.

I sit, I stare, I ponder, and wait………

I wonder if you do the same as me,

If you stare at the wall and think of me too.

Do you remember the days we once shared?

Or more importantly the day it all went a rye.

I sit, I stare, I ponder, and wait……….

I ponder of how it will be, when we meet again.

The day I see your face and get to ask the question why?

To see your reaction and to see your face will bring me such joy.

That day is nearing as you must know, but until that time comes,

I sit, I stare, I ponder, and wait………