WRITTEN FOR WE WRITE POEMS
DICKENS
A Sonnet
A Sonnet
He saw the dirt, he saw the grime,
The chimneys reaching to the sky,
The chimneys reaching to the sky,
The wretchedness of that old-world time,
The pimps and beggars passing by.
And yet he saw beneath the cloak
Which covered this Victorian shame:
He saw that men knew how to joke!
He saw the poor were not to blame!
With timeless words he clothed the scene;
His characters sprang into life.
The whole world went where he had been
They tasted servitude and strife.
Dickens! You transformed the earth!
And did it with such art and mirth.
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WRITTEN FOR THREE WORD WEDNESDAY
We are asked to use the words in blue
A BATTLE LOST
The world of the weed is a vicious one,
Dramatic and full of crimes!
Life for a weed is a battle
Played out many times.
It toils through soil and fluid
It reaches for the sky,
It pushes out into the sunshine
Then catches a predator's eye!
But should it escape and prosper
The harvest is quite sublime.
It can wave green arms in the clear air
And have a wonderful time.
Till the weed killer finally poisons it
And it dies in agony.
When I think of the lot of the weed
I think I'll stay as me!
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