It feels as if a part of life is ending
A small part wrenching itself from the whole
A pain, which neither hope nor time is mending
While all of life just slips out of control
Despair stirs in us with the word, "September"
To summer's joys our hearts wave sad goodbyes
New things to learn and old things to remember
As joy departs and hopelessness arrives
'Twould seem that summer brings its own misgiving
As soon as it begins we see the end
Instead of loving life and simply living
We think of naught but fall around the bend
And with it, comes the days of pens and paper
Of homework, school work, early mornings too
The feel of school, the smell, a sickly vapor
With barely any time, but tons to do
Soon after follows winter, cold and dreaded
With snow and sleet to drive the stake in deep
All of summers memories are shredded
The only joy left to be found is sleep
The rhythmic, days repeating, never ending
Wake up, work, get tired, go back to bed
Each day just like the next, the weeks start blending
Just thinking of it fills my soul with dread
The days of math and english, gym and science
Are hastily approaching far too quick
Despite these wondrous feelings of defiance
The thought of school's approach just makes me sick
So goodbye, days of freedom, life, and laughter
Just one more week, and we go seperate ways
The first day, then a hundred follow after
A hundred boring, long and endless days
It's coming, regardless of fight it
I must admit my hate for summer's end
And push on through the endless years despite it
But think of all the pain this year will rend!
Author notes
Okay, before you whip out your lecture pens, let my assure you this whole poem was a joke...sort of. Yes, I am despairing that summer is nearly at its end, but I am not that sad. I understand that school is supposed to be the best time of your life and all that, but summer's even better. Staying up til 4, sleeping in 'til noon, who doesn't love it? Not just that, but there's this feeling of freedom. I didn't express it nearly as much as I wanted to here. But, really, this poem is a joke. I wanted to do something really over the top dramatic to depict summer's ending, and I think this sort of fits that bill. I also wanted to write something, and this came out.
I'm also under the influence of cough medicine right now, so it could be a total load of rubbish. I suppose I'll find out in the morning. 
Wow, I'm actually feeling a bit more optimistic now. It must have helped!
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A contest entry
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400 points, ended October 23, 59 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Oh I do so love summer too! I agree totally with all your words in this! School was actually never my fave time of life and I hate when winter comes calling. It's great to have that freedom to sleep, wake and come and go as you please. It does come in time
There's great rhyme in this and congratulations on your well deserved silver
Gaylene
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i came by to read this and wanted to let you know how much I enjoyed it....and I can clearly see why you got a silver.....so well expressed, and I was smiling when I was reading it............................
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This was good, I enjoyed it. I am just thinking if this was good enough too go too round 2 or not. I did enjoy it. So I would have to say yes you are going too round 2. Thanks for entering and best of luck too you in Round 2.
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Yeah! That totally made my day. Thanks. I have a few questions though. I've never done a rounds contest before. Do I enter the same poem, or a different one? And is there a link to round two, or do I just watch your page for the second contest. Thanks!
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hehe...like the note AND the poem
Your cold meds work for you, the poem does dramaticaly display a mind deeply troubled by the advent of fall and the school year. The presentation and rhyme are tight and your message strong. A very good read that brought back my own feelings of what a new school year meant. So good job!
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Despite having finished my traditional years of school, I still get this feeling when school comes around (and although for you think may be a dramatization, for me this hit it on the head.)
I very much enjoyed this piece, and feel that the imagery you have here surpassed any poem of yours I have read to this point. You vividly capture so many of the minute details that go with the school and the beginning of the school year, and you do it extremely well.
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I will feel like this occasionally, but it's not quite as much of a tragedy as I painted here. I pride myself on being pretty underdramatic for a teenager, so I couldn't write something like this and be completely serious about it. When I started it, I realized I could make it boring and true, or exaggerated and dramatic. Once I decided it pretty much wrote itself. Thank you very much for your comment!
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I actually really DID feel like this before school would start for me!! LOL. Once I was there, though, it wasn't actually so bad. It's just that first day...or week...that really sucked because you're having to re-adjust. This is a great poem, though. Love the perspective....and it's like looking back for me. I think my favorite line was this one:
"New things to learn and old things to remember"
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Oh my
Don't worry everyone - her therapist is poetry... She really is not this depressed and she enjoys her school.
Very well written. I like it. If you took out the subject you could really think it was something drastic, the end of a life or something. Knowing you, I find it funny because of your endless sarcasm. I like the rhyme and rhythm. Think positive only 10 months till summer.
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My therapist is not poetry. Trust me, if it were, it'd be a lot darker. Then again maybe it is. I never really thought about it that way. It's just something that's fun to do. I'm glad you found it funny though, because it was meant to be a joke. I'd never be that dramatic. I'm off to make more espresso. Love you, bye!
P.S. Endless Sarcasm? Me? Wherever did you get such an idea mother?! Really?
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your summer is our winter
like this poem about the end of summer and approaching winter, especially relate to the first half (probably because it is a really long time since I was at school, or stayed up til 4 for that matter). ahhhh sweet youth, such a nice place when the worst thing that happens is the cyclic end of holidays and return to school. enjoyed revisting these happy days. (in Australia, September is the beginning of spring and foreward to summer)
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I definitelly wouldn't say that's the worst thing that happens, but even I can realize it's a good place to be. This was more of a joke than anything though. Thanks for the comment!
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Hehe I like the idea of trying to capture the dread at the end of summer as we feel the school year closing in and bringing all its structure with it. I choose to live in denial until a day or two before the end, where I have a few end of summer rituals that I've been doing for years... it's mostly stupid traditions and whatnot, but it helps get me in the right headspace. Your rhyme is pretty solid as always. I found the rhythm to be a little stop and go, but not in a choppy way. The rhythm gives the impression in a few places that even the poem itself doesn't want to reach the end... though perhaps that's just me.
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Thanks for the comment! I'll return it when I'm feeling a little more literate. I noticed you wrote a new poem and can't wait to read it. I'm sure I'll feel a long editing session will be necessary tomorrow for this one. I have some rituals before summer ends as well, but haven't gotten to any of them yet. I try the denial tactics usually, but couldn't seem to get away with that this year.
Thanks again for the comment!
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