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7th Intermediate Literature, Bilingual High School Jorge Volio Jiménez, Cartago, Costa Rica.TRANSCRIPT
My Poetry Book7th Intermedi
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Poets: AGUILAR SOTO MARIANNE SOFÍAALVARADO CORRALES STEFANIA
ALVARADO LEIVA ESTEBAN DE JESUSCALVO BASTOS JOHAN OLDEMAR
CALVO BRENES SIONYCALVO QUESADA MARIANA
CAMACHO MORA NAYELI DANIELACASTILLO ABARCA MARIANA
CHINCHILLA MUÑOZ LOHANNACUADRA COTO SEBASTIAN
FERNANDEZ CHACON JOSE JULIANGARRÓN CARBALLO MICHELLE
HENSEN ULATE MELANIEHERNANDEZ ARCE KATRINA SOFIA
HERRERA SANCHEZ CAROLINAMENA VILLALTA SEBASTIÁN
MENDEZ HERNANDEZ ISAAC FELIPEMENESES QUESADA LUIS ENRIQUE
MORALES MONGE IVÁNOVIEDO GONZALEZ MARIA LAURA
PORRAS LEIVA SAMARAQUIROS MORALES ALDO
SOLIS CASTRO RANDALL MAURICIO
Apology
Poem by:Daniela Moya
Bíography
In this poem she tells about, why we are here? Also it tells about the most
important things we have, about our
dreams, our life or our death. The poet was
born in 2001. She lives in Cartago, Costa Rica.
She is now 13 years old.
Every day I think,in the most important
thingwe have; is living?
or dying?
In my dreams, I saw my life,
And my death,So, I don’t know Why are we here?
I don’t know What is that!?
If it is an apology,Or something like that.
Every day I saw my scars,And that makes me cry,Is it true that we can be
happy?Or is another lie?
Dark Paradi
seBy: Michelle
Garrón Carballo
Michelle was born in Cartago, Costa Rica, and
she lives in the same place. When she wrote
the poem, she was thinking about her
life,,about the people who were gone. This
poem is dedicated to her family that was there for her always and to thank
them for that.
Biography
Every time I close my eyesI´m afraid of what they have
They can make me laughBut they only make me cry.
I know where I amIt´s not a secret anymore
I left bad life in pastBut I think I´m taking it back.
No one to talk toNo one to love
It only reminds me,The hurt that I had.
I hope that one dayThis life will go away
And I know I have to goBut I´m right here to stay.
I need to be braveI need to reveal
I need to defendThe life that I left.
It´s only a good storyOf my always boring past
Even though I left itI´ll try not to forget.
Life TimeBackground : Mariana Castillo
Abarca lives in Cartago , Costa
Rica . She is 13 years old, she is
in high school now.
Her purpose for writing this
poem was to show people to
love life because for life is
short and people do not notice
that, and they lost time doing
bad things.
Life TimePoem by:
Mariana Castillo A .
Everyone has to live happily,Because most of the time life is a
happy journey, Life is something complicated, That no one can understand.
Life should be lived,With the time you realized that
you can’t waste,Because most of the time life is
full of happy moments,But that can change in a minute
You are alive,So you have to take advantage of
it, Because you have a life time,
And it’s running …
Missing you
About the author:
She was born in Costa Rica, January 8th, 2001 in the city of Cartago. Since she was a little girl, she loved Michael Jackson. She loved him a lot. When Michael´s dead came, she started to make poems about him. Now she is studying in high school.
by:Stefanía Alvarado
“if ou can dream it, you can do it”Michael Jackson
Missing youJune 25th, 20092:26 pm you go
I believe you were hereI´ll never forget you
You started at the Jackson 5Jakie, Tito, Jermaine, Marlon,
Randy Will be there for you
When you need them: “I´ll be there”
The king of popNever died.
His music is hereAnd it will never stop
Neverland is alone,You are not there.
Prince, Paris and Blanket Need you
The day of your death,I cried a river,But I believe
The angels are dancing with you
May 12th, 2014Xcape is your new album
All the universeSings with you
Every time,When I listen
You are not aloneYou are there for me
“Tough you´re far apartYou are always in my heart”
To verses of the song,You are not alone
You are the guy with the gold pantsThe guy with the glove
But most important The King of Pop
Background: the poet lives in Cartago Costa Rica, she was born on the 2nd of December of 2000.She wrote only one poem in her life
Free Forever
It is a very ugly place with many green parakeets, all this
parakeets are in a very little cage
The parakeets work during all day ,but they do not receive food.
This cage is not luxurious,
And any
cage is luxurious, but this is more horrible…
In this cage you find a 96,9% of the
parakeets that are classist and rest of the parakeets are
normalI have to admit, I am
parakeet too, but contrary of the rest I
am a normal parakee.t
I have one dream, and this dream is not
to reach or to be intelligent is to be
free forever
BACKROUNDEsteban Alvarado
(2000), lives in Cartago, Costa Rica. This is his
first poem.
I was a bird, who doesn´t care
about what he did to his Friends, the bees.
I want to be like my friends who dont care about what they care because they are bees
that eat in a tea .
The Bird who eats in a Bee
Tea
Path of Exile
By: Johan
He lives in Cartago, Costa RicaHe was born in June 29, 2001
His hobbies are to play video games and go out with his
friends
Path of ExileBy: Johan
An exiled, finding his own path,
Will fight with monster to let him pass.
In a boat he travels, waiting to arrive
But an accident happens, he needs to fight
Trapped in an island, without help
He walks again without knowing the place
His boat was destroyed, everyone died
And island of zombies he has arrived
Background
María Laura Oviedo (2001)
lives in Cartago ,Costa Rica, and this is her
first poem.
WISH BAD THINGS
I am sad when you are sad , I hate when they ignore me and said I´m nobody , nobody who does not talk to anyone , and
anyone says that she is beautiful or special.
I dont know why the people are like they are (bad people)
they dont have feelings , the unique thing they do is to wish
bag things to the other pearsons.
By: Sebas Mena
The Lost Man
Background
The narrator explains that in
the poem the feelings a lost
man has in in a lonely island.
The Lost ManLost in the island,Alone in the dark,With no one that
helps him,And food so far.
Thirty days passed,And he has no hope,
Hungry like an animal,
Died in a boat.
When you are…BACKGOUND:
The poet was born in 2001, she
is 13 years old. She lives in Costa Rica. She likes to be with her friends. She
likes social networks.
When you are sad, you don’t think in positive things,
When you are angry, all seems black for you and your mind,
Black like dead flowers, positive like a happy face smiling,
When you look back, sometimes you remember memories that make you happy.
But, remember this poem when you are feeling blue,
At the end everything it’s going to be okay,
Everything that makes you feel blue will disappear,
Everything that makes you happy will be there for you,
Waiting for you when you think you’re alone.
See the Pretty
Cameras By Melanie
Hensen Ulate
BackgroundThis poem tells about a
person who is seemed through past and future.
It is a reflection of his life. Also the poem explains why I think
this poem reflects precisely what I am and what I think. The poem
tells that sometimes you feel bad and sometimes good, and as the poem says “ See the pretty cameras” because
inside you, you can see one thing, but outside of
you you can see another thing.
PoemSeeing the pretty cameras,
It`s like me reflectedIn the tile of my bathroom,
It`s like a brokenmirror
Seeing the pretty camerasLooking at me,
It`s likeAll the people looking at me
It`s like a rain that will not stop
A reflection in a windowRemembering my childhood
And seeing all the things with reflections
We think we are a relectionOf our past and our future,
A photo that can make a change.And we think how?
I miss you
Poem by: Randall Solis.
Background: He lives in Taras,
Cartago Costa Rica. This poem is about a person´s feelings, what he can
feel, when he loses a love, or when he feels
that someone breaks his heart
Hello there, the angel of my nightmare, the shadow in the background of the morgue.
The innocent victim of my hurt in the valley, you're my detail not found,
anything on the street, you can always find me and we can always
live Halloween on Christmas, and wish that this night would never end
I miss youWhere are you?
I can not be without you, I can not sleep, I can not dream
The extreme darkness makes me think more and more in you
Do not waste your time on me never again, but do not forget me.
I miss you
The Lights in the
Darkness.Poem by:Sofía Aguilar Soto.Background:
The poet lives in El Yas, she studies at
Jorge Volio Bilingual High school.
The poem is about a person who is a
murderer, but don’t any murderer, but a soul murderer, and
also how she seek fill her body with the dreams of another
people.
The Lights in the Darkness.
I’m in the darkness,I have troubles, But I don’t fall,
I don’t die.
I’m in the adversity, But I wake up,
I’m sad,But I can see the lights,
The lights in the darkness.
When you are in the darkness,In the troubles,
In the sadness, you need to say:
I don’t really need to wake up?But be careful, when you are in
troubles you may steal, Steal the dreams of your own friends, or your own family,
And with this, you can kill their souls, their lives.
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When you kill the soul of the people,
They convert in zombies,
Bodies aimlessly, lost, dead.
Soulless meat, Murderers mercilessly, murderers of dreams,
and souls, like me.
I’m a murderer, Because somebody
stole my soul, And I steal another’s, I’m hungry, hungry of
souls because my body is empty,
And I need to fill with your feelings, with your
dreams,With your SOUL!!!
END……………….
The door
Background
The poem is about a girl that dies next to the door of her bedroom.
She is from Cartago, Costa Rica. She studied at the Miravalle High School, Maria Auxiliadora school, and then
at the Jorge Volio Bilingual High School. When she wrote her first
poem she was 11 years old. She was 12 years old when she wrote “The Door.” This poem is inspired in the TV program The Vampire Diaries.
The DoorBy: Mariana Calvo
The door is closed. She is dead. All her troubles are far, far away. Her skeleton is cold, so cold.
Nobody knows her story or who was she. She is wearing a black dress covered with blood and wine. The knife was closed, so closed. She was with the prisoners.
The darkness came over the room. Until the moon came to the mountain peak, The light came over the skeleton of the mystery girl. And the bed was empty.
She wants to kill. To kill all in her scope, And feel the blood in her hands. When you´re alone, all you want is to feel, to feel the things that other people feel.
She was sad Always sad Never happy
She has bitten marks on her neck.
It was a dark night. The air came over the room. And the skeleton continues being cold.
Runners 4ever By: Julián
BackgroundThe narrator
explains to you the dedication the
brother of the poet has for running. He
states that with dedication you can achieve your goals.
My brother was a runnerAnd he wanted to change his
life.Being a runner, and he became
a stunner person.That means wonderful,
And he was very powerful in races.
He ran in a very beautifulwaterfall in San Gerardo. But one day he had one
important race in his life, and he stayed in first place
and his family loved him.
Background:The poem tells how a person
goes from paradise to hell, and then he falls as someone betrays him or wants to be with another
person and leaves you there with nothing, just a broken heart and you're alone and
without knowing what to do.
The Love Poem by: Felipe Méndez
Love is an ingrate who lifts you for a while, but that smells like faith is a lie.
Love is a losing battle between happiness and sadness, I live annihilated in the desert suppressing fire for jealousy
I know that he won the war a long time ago, and I missed you already.
I lost the mildew, and that makes you happy.
He gave you all, and I'm not happy and I know I was your cry,
your smile hurts, but I`m really sorry, it was not my intention.
My intention was to make you happy I beg to you to stay here, but you left.
You left me here to find another life. You left me here, but I ask you to bury my heart because every morning when I wake up, the first thing I think is you.
Every morning when I wake up, I look for the perfume that you left in my body.
The Love
Yesterday
Poem by:Iván morales Monge
Backgound: The poem was created
by a student of the Jorge volio jimenez
Bilingual High School. The poet was born on ausgust 26th, 2001 He lives in Cartago.
Theme: the poem talks about a man that lost
the person he loved, and he says things that she
did before she left.
YESTERDAYYesterday, all my troubles
seemed so far awayNow it looks as though
they're here to stayOh, I believe in yesterday
Suddenly, I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a shadow hanging over me.
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
Why she had to go I don't know
she couldn't say a word,I said something wrong, now
I wait for yesterday
THE SEABy Sebastian Cuadra
If it is not the sea, it`s an image
its appearance is like looking back at the sky.
If it is not the sea, it`s your idea.
Fire, bottomless, clean,
and I am
Burning, drowning on it.
Background: She lives in
Cartago, Costa Rica. She loves
love, and she likes to make
stories or poems. This is her first sad poem about
love.
Poem by: Samara Porras
I´m afraid of knowing the truth;
knowing you're alone and you feel that he is
with you, but he never was with you.To know that he was
only a lie and you were alone.
When you are happy and you know
that you don´t love him; you realize that
you still love him.
And you wish to tell him that you
don´t need him to have a happy life
Only Love
I Regret it“Poem” by Aldo Quiros
BACKGROUND:He lives in Costa Rica.
He writes a single poem.He lives with his parents.
He misses his friends.He is depressed
I have to take off all my hate
But now I think is lateBecause she is far awayIn another horrible place
I was dumb for my pride
And now I admit itI had no time to forgive
And now I regret it
IN OTHER WORDS He lost the opportunity to forgive a person who is
far from him
Background:
Luis Enrique Meneses (2001) lives with his family in Cartago, Costa
Rica. This is his first poem.
Luis Enrique Meneses Quesada.
Stars
She is so pale;When she looks
at the bell;She shines like a
sun;When she has
fun;And she is small; Like a little ball.
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