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POERTRY OUT LOUD

latley we have been concentrating on a site called poertry out loud and we are going to do our own version where we compete to see who can read there poem the best juding by how you stand,and how your voice is projected and drama e.c.t on friday the 22nd of may im really exited, at practice i got the highest score if you win you get a book of poertry andfor 2nd place you dont get 0 you dont get 1 you 2 fountain pens!

MY POEM

It was not death, for I stood upAnd all the dead lie down. It was not night, for all the bells Put out their tongues for noon. It was not frost, for on my flesh I felt siroccos crawl, Nor fire, for just my marble feet Could keep a chancel cool. And yet it tasted like them all, The figures I have seen Set orderly for burial Reminded me of mine, As if my life were shaven And fitted to a frame And could not breathe without a key, And 'twas like midnight, some, When everything that ticked has stopped And space stares all around, Or grisly frosts, first autumn morns, Repeal the beating ground; But most like chaos, stopless, cool, Without a chance, or spar, Or even a report of land To justify despair.

so if you liked my poem please wish me luck and hopefully just hope fully i might just wan (hopefully).