Who would have thought that 2n batxillerat students were such good poets? here you have a sample of the best poems they wrote to participate in Sant Jordi´s literary contest. Enjoy!
THE GREAT WAVE OF KANAGAWA
Hey, be carefull and keep quiet,
'cause they are playing,
do not distract them.
They are playing hide and seek,
but hiding from who?
From the wave, from Fuji or from us.
Keep quiet and listen,
Listen to the sound of the wave,
Listen to the scream from the fisherman,
And listen to Fuji breathing.
Oh! sorry dear,
we can not hear them,
'cause it is the sunrise and there is silence everywhere.
Are they playing hide and seek?
No dear, the wave is hugging them.
By Jiaxin Zhang, 2n Batx B
“Orpheus leading Eurydice from the
underworld” by Jean-Baptiste-Camille Corot
Through
the blinding screams,
The
deafening mist
The
sound of silence
The
whisper that drags me to heaven
And
leaves me at the gates of hell
I’ve
come this far
Just
to become the shadow of what I was
And
the sigh of what I’ll never become
Blinded
by my misgivings,
Becoming
just dust
I
lost her when I saw her
I
lost myself in the path
I
lost my magic, the music, the muses
I
lost it all
And
I lost my head
But
does it really matter, anyway?
Did
it even matter?
I
was nothing but a cruel irony’s puppet
Given
a second of happiness
Paying
it with an eternity of emptiness
By Lorena Arcediano, 2n Batx A
The
girl on the window by Salvador Dalí
When
it’s seven in the morning
And
the wind comes through the window,
you
only want to see what’s coming
and
the landscape that’s drawn,
just
in front of you.
A
woman is up there,
alone
feeling what’s inside of her.
She’s
just watching the blue sea,
and
now you can see,
what’s
the feeling of be free.
By
Elena González, 2n Batx B
THE SOUL EYES
There are
looks that can talk
and can kiss
too.
There are
looks than kiss
every corner
of the soul,
because the
root of the looks
is in the
heart.
There are
looks that smile
and make the
soul shake.
There are
clean looks
that speak
when they look.
There are
looks that revel
themselves when
they speak,
because they
confess in
silence the
secrets of the heart.
By Mireia Crespo, 2n Batx A
Two different poems inspired in the famous Guernica by Pablo Picasso:
THERE IS DEMON IN HIS PARADISE
His paradise,
both by day and by night
There is demon
in his paradise!
Blackening the
sun and the light
To the
distorted night
Black, cover up
the colorful world
White, foil the
evil of the death
Gray, fell into
a state of profound absurd
Blue Painter，his broken faith
Blue Painter，draw all the torment
inside
There，used to be his paradise
He shall not
live in vain
By
Zhongying Jiang 2nBatxA
GUERNICA
Hurt,
Hurt
is the first word I can say when I saw that,
Hurt
suffered by all those poor people,
Hurt
of how cruel we can be,
Hurt
to see that your whole life has crashed down.
I
wish that light bulb would just mean freedom
And
not as a way of show us the endless death,
Symbolized
with a multiple grey colour tones
Where
the shouted screams are silenced.
Why
do people start wars?
There’s
just a simple answer for that,
It’s
just to make hurt
By Carla Puertas, 2n Batx B
By Bansky
Don’t
lose who you are.
You
think you're alone
But
I can see you,
And
you are not doing what you want.
You
feel pressure
Supporting
criticism,
You
are not accepted by others
There
is no civism.
They
think you shouldn’t be here
And
silence seizes you,
You
can’t express yourself
Or
they probably don’t want you to do it.
Are
you misunderstood art?
Or
someone who wants to be happy?
Just
think you're here for a reason,
And
I can see you
Don’t
lose who you are.
By Nadya Mónico, 2n Batx B
