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The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Eko Priyo Handoko

The Snow Man (by: Wallace Steven) One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; And have been cold a long time To behold the junipers shagged with ice, The spruces rough in the distant glitter Of the January sun; and not to think Of any misery in the sound of the wind, In the sound of a few leaves, Which is the sound of the land Full of the same wind That is blowing in the same bare place For the listener, who listens in the snow, And, nothing himself, beholds Nothing that is not there and the nothing that is.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Ayu Azizhan Laksono

As I Grew Older (By : Langston Hughes )

It was a long time ago.

I have almost forgotten my dream.

But it was there then,

In front of me,

Bright like a sun-

My dream.

And then the wall rose,

Rose slowly,

Slowly,

Between me and my dream.

Rose until it touched the sky-

The wall.

Shadow.

I am black.

I lie down in the shadow.

No longer the light of my dream before me,

Above me.

Only the thick wall.

Only the shadow.

My hands!

My dark hands!

Break through the wall!

Find my dream!

Help me to shatter this darkness,

To smash this night,

To break this shadow

Into a thousand lights of sun,

Into a thousand whirling dreams

Of sun!

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Rifki Balya

It is murder (By Sylvia Chidi)

When you take away a life With the aid of a knife

It is murder

While you extinguish the living with a gun

Without being able to recreate what was born

It is murder

If you feed someone dead tablets Later have second acrimonious regrets

It is murder

You are taking away a life It is clinging on to survive

Need I say anymore further It is murder

Murder sprung by a fling

With ropes or a string Your hands only bring

Death around a necks ring

Execution by suffocation Condemned with abomination Deliberate foetus termination

It is murder

Make no mistake,

Be careful Asleep or awake!

Murder is unlawful

If death occurs because of the effects of an evil curse I will say this with my lips pursed

'What a great loss, but this is not murder!

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Sarah Widita Putri

How Do I Love Thee? (By Elizabeth Barrett Browning)

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Sendhy Aditya Dharmawan

Addiction( by Clare Nixon)

What have I became

in this false fantasy?

Thriving on something sweet,

submerging into another world.

Without it I tumble

transforming into nothing.

I'm locked in a stalemate

not capable to stir.

Look closely through my eyes,

as deep as the end of sight.

See! My ailment and do

your very best to repair.

Save me from this ogre

I have become, before

I sit in a dark painful void...

lost inside my addiction

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Danang Sudibyo

Mother to Son (by Langston Hughes)

Well, son, I'll tell you: Life for me ain't been no crystal stair. It's had tacks in it, And splinters, And boards torn up, And places with no carpet on the floor Bare. But all the time I'se been a-climbin' on, And reachin' landin's, And turnin' corners, And sometimes goin' in the dark Where there ain't been no light. So, boy, don't you turn back. Don't you set down on the steps. 'Cause you finds it's kinder hard. Don't you fall now For I'se still goin', honey, I'se still climbin', And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Lusi Vera Sastra Phenomenal Woman (by Maya Angelou) Pretty women wonder where my secret lies I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size But when I start to tell them They think I'm telling lies. I say It's in the reach of my arms The span of my hips The stride of my steps The curl of my lips. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. I walk into a room Just as cool as you please And to a man The fellows stand or Fall down on their knees Then they swarm around me A hive of honey bees. I say It's the fire in my eyes And the flash of my teeth The swing of my waist And the joy in my feet. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Men themselves have wondered What they see in me They try so much But they can't touch My inner mystery. When I try to show them They say they still can't see. I say It's in the arch of my back The sun of my smile The ride of my breasts

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

The grace of my style. I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me. Now you understand Just why my head's not bowed I don't shout or jump about Or have to talk real loud When you see me passing It ought to make you proud. I say It's in the click of my heels The bend of my hair The palm of my hand The need for my care. 'Cause I'm a woman Phenomenally Phenomenal woman That's me.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Randu Hedi Pradipta The problem with Tottenham is nobody bothered Until one Sunday in April when, horror of horrors. The Arsenal turned up with the title in sight It was too late to weep it was too late to fight. And then Tottenham men realised what fools they had been To accept second-best as a club, as a team. Is there light in the tunnel? Its too early to tell Because Spurs need good players and a good boss as well. They search throughout Europe, they look far and wide To find someone to manage this terrible side. Theyve been over to Italy and seen Trappattoni (Though many insisted their interest was phoney). Giovanni, he listened and, eyes filled with glee, Said: Manage in London? Next season? Who, me? Id be highly delighted, Its right up my street; Three million up front, ninety grand a week. When can I get started? Im ever so keen Ive always admired your Arsenal team. The Spurs men, their faces were creased up with pain: Weve not come from Highbury, were from White Hart Lane. The Italian smiled, shook them all by hand And said: Gentlemen, sorry, Ive other things planned. The moral of this story: Hes a wise man, old Trap. Better stick with Arsenal because Tottenham are crap.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Iqbal Febrian P Fire and Ice (by Robert Frost)

Some say the world will end in fire,

Some say in ice.

From what I've tasted of desire

I hold with those who favor fire.

But if it had to perish twice,

I think I know enough of hate

To say that for destruction ice

Is also great

And would suffice.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Arief Nur Rohman H

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Siti Nurjanah Solitude (By Ella Wheeler Wilcox)

Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone. For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth, But has trouble enough of its own. Sing, and the hills will answer; Sigh, it is lost on the air. The echoes bound to a joyful sound, But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you; Grieve, and they turn and go. They want full measure of all your pleasure, But they do not need your woe. Be glad, and your friends are many; Be sad, and you lose them all. There are none to decline your nectared wine, But alone you must drink life's gall. Feast, and your halls are crowded; Fast, and the world goes by. Succeed and give, and it helps you live, But no man can help you die. There is room in the halls of pleasure For a long and lordly train, But one by one we must all file on Through the narrow aisles of pain.

The Poems for Final Presentation Poetry II C Class

Ahmad Dwi Ardiansyah Im not lonely (by Nikki Giovanni)

im not lonely

sleeping all alone

you think im scared

but im a big girl

i dont cry

or anything

i have a great

big bed

to roll around

in and lots of space

and i dont dream

bad dreams

like i used

to have you

were leaving me

anymore

now that youre gone

i dont dream

and no matter

what you think

im not lonely

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