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poem1: On the death of the beloved by John O’Donohue
This poem reflects the pain of loosing someone but the happiness of know that they were loved and all the memories  that were made.
Poem2: Dreams by Langston Hughes
This poem is about what life would be without dreams and aspirations-still boring and hopeless admit time was frozen.

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1.Old love by Pat Mora
The poem is about the perspective of a neice talking about her uncle felt when he lost the love of life which is her aunt.

2. Annabel lee by Edgar Allan Poe
The speaker of the poem is remembering his long-lost love, Annabel Lee. They were in love since they were children but she dies and blames it on the angels becouse he thinks the love between Annebel lee were so strong that the angels were jealous.

They are both about heartbreak, death and love.

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The poem i have chosen is actually quite a simple one that was published in 2015 and written by Kleis Val. It is caled the mask and was written for us, the readers, to recognise what a lot of us may do which is mask ourselves from who we really are! I really relish this poem because, although its simple and quite minuscule it caught my attention and led me to write about it.
The next poem i  have chosen is called no celebration and its another short poem. No celebration is about the feeling of having lost loved ones and having no one to enjoy celebrations with. The author of this poem wrote, Since losing many loved ones, Christmas and New Year's celebrations have lost all meaning. They only highlight your loss, knowing nothing can change.
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i understand this poem and even though its not directed at me, i still feel for the author and can sympathise and sort of get an understanding of how hat may be for some people dealing with loss.

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1st poem: "If I can stop one heart from breaking" by Emily Dickenson

2nd poem: "Still Here" by Langston Hughs

I have picked these two poems because they are on contrasting sides to life where one just wants to ease peoples pain and problems and the other one where the person is in pain and has been suffering. At the same time both poems still show a little optimism

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poem 1 : stopping by the woods on a snowy evening, by Robert Frost
This poem is about how a horse and a man stopped at the woods but, they weren't mean to. I understood it well.

Poem 2 : Fire and Ice, by Robert Frost
This poem talks about Roberts story on how to world is going to end and how he appreciates both opinions. The Fire side and The Ice side.

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Poem 1 "London (William Blake)"
This poem is mainly talking about poet feelings about London and how it became oppressive because of the French Revolution and restricted people's freedom.

Poem 2 "The Soldier"
This poem is talking about a soldier winning the World war and how he feels in the battlefield

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Tianna 1: Love & friend ship by Emily Bronte

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Tianna 1: Love & friend ship by Emily Bronte

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Bronte starts the poem with a simile, comparing love to “the wild rose-briar.” She goes on to show how the rose changes through the seasons, implying that love will also fade.Friendship: Bronte suggests that friendship is steady and constant and able to sustain all difficulties.

2:Living space by Imtiaz Dharker
“Living space” is a poem about creating a place to live with few resources. Said by Imtiaz Dharker herself to describe the slums of Mumbai, India, the poem is a snapshot of a home that doesn’t have straight lines, solid walls, or secure ceiling.

I picked these two poem in particular because they both are completely different and my best one is the second one due to the point that I’m was learning about Mumbai in geography.

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Poem 1 “No Man Is An Island” by John Donne
This poem has a kind of gloomy vibe but i thought it was okay . It was a bit confusing, still a bit confusing.

Poem 2  “Dreams” by Langston Hughes
I liked this poem because i had a dream this morning that i tried to go back into when i woke up. Also liked how short and easy it was to understand l.

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A surrealistic poem in which a guy finds a creature eating his own heart and so stops to have a chat with it.

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In the Desert by Stephen Crane | Poetry Foundation

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A brutal little poem about the death of the poet's four-year-old brother.

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I sat all morning in the college sick bay

Counting bells knelling classes to a close.

At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home.

In the porch I met my father crying-

He had always taken funerals in his stride-

And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.

The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram

When I came in, and I was embarrassed

By old men standing up to shake my hand

And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'.

Whispers informed strangers I was the eldest,

Away at school, as my mother held my hand

In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.

At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived

With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.

Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops

And candles soothed the bedside; I saw him

For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,

Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple,

He lay in the four-foot box as in his cot.

No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.

A four-foot box, a foot for every year.

Seamus Heaney, "Mid-Term Break" from Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996. Copyright © 1998 by Seamus Heaney. Used by permission of Farrar, Straus & Giroux, LLC, http://us.macmillan.com/fsg. All rights reserved.

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Source: Opened Ground: Selected poems 1966-1996 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux, 1998)

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Mid-Term Break by Seamus Heaney | Poetry Foundation

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I sat all morning in the college sick bay Counting bells knelling classes to a close. At two o'clock our neighbours drove me home. In the porch I met my father crying- He had always taken funerals in his stride- And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.