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Crazy Like the Fox

Year 10 Imagist Poetry

02/02/2015 by axonite   

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The poet Ezra Pound, an innovator of Imagism, stated that there were three rules to composing Imagist poetry:

 

* Direct treatment of the subject.
* Conciseness of expression
* Composed in the rhythm of the musical phrase, not in the rhythm of the metronome (creating new rhythms instead of tired worn-out ones).

 

Here are a few Imagist poems from Year 10:
 
He remembered the past,
like it was a slap in the face,
a reminder of when he had been a disgrace.

Alinkar

 

She felt happy like a raisin, crinkling her face to form a smile.
Depression settled in like a paper cut, thinking it is nothing until the small bead of blood transforms to a stream.
He remembered the past like an old man’s hair, no longer existing.

Hui Ling

 

The factory was quiet,
as the theatre past midnight,
empty but once filled with energy.

The birds flew across the sky,
like streaks of gold and silver,
flying off into the brightening horizon.

Sze Khun

 

The bird flew across the sky like my thoughts soaring across my mind as I daydream all day.
She felt happy like a singing lark then she got shot by a hunter.

Ernest T

 

The old woman considered death as simply an old friend, who took her hand, smiling, and walked her into the darkness

She felt happy, her joy a hibernating creature, stirring fitfully from its slumber

Depression settled like a stream of maple syrup over a stack of pancakes that I had no appetite for

Aishah

 

The bird flew across the sky like a teleporter
Reaching destinations by the fastest route in a fraction of a second

The sun came up like unreciprocated love
Blinding you before you realize it hurts

The factory was quiet like a museum
Haunted and empty, without its exhibits

Yu Tong

 

Depression settled like a stone on a grave slowly cracking it’s humanity away.

She felt happy like a seed of joy had been planted in her heart. blooming with lush petals of ecstasy.

Jia Wen

 

Depression settled,
Like a dense heavy blanket,
Draping itself around my shoulders
Dragging me down with it

The factory was quiet
As if the atmosphere was on mute
And God had forgotten to turn up the volume.

Yin Jun (Chloe)


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