The Son is in Secondary School by Affran Sa’at
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope - Metaphor
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem ------alliteration
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes--------------- alliteration
Especially on Wednesdays---------------- alliteration
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
Through this poem, the poet is actually trying to create a picture of the joy he shared with his childhood friends back then. There are several hints of alliteration in the first part, and a metaphor, but other than that, this poem appears to me as a free verse revolving around the author's life in primary school. It starts and flows with a happy mood, however, ending with what I felt was a note of disappointment, that his eyes were closed in yearbook picture.
Well, one thing for sure, none of my friends were wheelchair bound. And my friends and I took exams pretty seriously, so there never was a situation when somebody shaded all 'A's for his multiple choice paper. Everything about primary school, was so fun... Sure there were times when we got into trouble, there were times where we were up to mischeif. But the feeling of being a child is just so wonderful. Now that I am progressing into my teenage years, I wish I can remain young forever. However, I also know that is just a wish, a dream, not reality. Which is why I choose to look ahead.
Those Days By Mattheus Wee
I remember those days
Chasing each other and hiding under the stairwells
I remember those days
Where everything seemed to go so well
When we were simply astonished by looking at the fish in the pond
Till time made it a bore
When we sang high pitched songs during music lessons
To the time our throats turned sore.
Tearing tissue paper and throwing the pieces at each other
I used to find it a bother
English was always my favourite period
Though it was then I was first called a nerd
Oh those days were so fine
The time spent with my friends was simply divine
But I didn’t cherish them well enough
How I wish I could go back in time
My badge has a Latin motto
Hope for the future
The future is hope - Metaphor
Or something
At times black crows try to interrupt
When we sing the National Anthem ------alliteration
It is difficult to maintain
The whiteness of my shoes--------------- alliteration
Especially on Wednesdays---------------- alliteration
I must admit there is something quite special
About the bare thighs of hardworking scouts
The Malay chauffeurs
Who wait for my schoolmates
Sit on the car park kerb
Telling jokes to one another
Seven to the power of five is unreasonable
On Chinese New Year Mrs Lee dressed up
In a sarong kebaya
And sang Bengawan Solo
The capital of Singapore is Singapore
My best friend did a heroic thing once
Shaded all A’s
For his Chinese Language
Multiple-choice paper
In our annual yearbook
There is a photograph of me
Pushing a wheelchair and smiling
They caught me
At the exact moment
When my eyes were actually closed
Through this poem, the poet is actually trying to create a picture of the joy he shared with his childhood friends back then. There are several hints of alliteration in the first part, and a metaphor, but other than that, this poem appears to me as a free verse revolving around the author's life in primary school. It starts and flows with a happy mood, however, ending with what I felt was a note of disappointment, that his eyes were closed in yearbook picture.
Well, one thing for sure, none of my friends were wheelchair bound. And my friends and I took exams pretty seriously, so there never was a situation when somebody shaded all 'A's for his multiple choice paper. Everything about primary school, was so fun... Sure there were times when we got into trouble, there were times where we were up to mischeif. But the feeling of being a child is just so wonderful. Now that I am progressing into my teenage years, I wish I can remain young forever. However, I also know that is just a wish, a dream, not reality. Which is why I choose to look ahead.
Those Days By Mattheus Wee
I remember those days
Chasing each other and hiding under the stairwells
I remember those days
Where everything seemed to go so well
When we were simply astonished by looking at the fish in the pond
Till time made it a bore
When we sang high pitched songs during music lessons
To the time our throats turned sore.
Tearing tissue paper and throwing the pieces at each other
I used to find it a bother
English was always my favourite period
Though it was then I was first called a nerd
Oh those days were so fine
The time spent with my friends was simply divine
But I didn’t cherish them well enough
How I wish I could go back in time
Need a written analysis and also like you to choose 2 classmates and comment on their analysis and the poem they wrote. Where is your poem? Please read the instructions carefully.
Well I saw the poem (:
*Rolling on the floor laughing[rofl]*
Mattheus, your poem really has good taste (and I mean no sarcasm here). I wouldn't be able to write so tight like you did.
And I know it's a bore to read long, long poems. Your's was short. And sweet. But above all, guess what.
It came from you.
And it's yours.
Really original.
Loved it.
Hahahahaha! Ya, you clearly depicted the times in primary school! Wonderful! You also had made an attempt on using figurative languages. Enjoyed it!:-)
A nice poem. Short and sweet is the best in my opinion. Lengthy poems can be quite daunting. I like it.
You're too young to feel anything in life has passed you by! Okay, you are allowed a little nostalgia for primary school years.
PS Where are IT lessons 4/5?
I totally agree with Yi Han. That was the best poem i ever read.