My Favorite Poem Essay

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POEMS! POEMS EVERYWHERE! (Three Favorite Poems From This Semester) Poems! Poems EVERYWHERE! No matter where I turn, there 's a poem! No matter where I run there’s a poem! Everywhere, you can’t run from poems there, always there, and there are always more being created, everyday, of every hour! Course, there are some poems that, aren’t so bad. Some can be pretty interesting, intense and reach deep into your soul! During my first semester of senior year in Mr. McGee 's class, we have read lots and lots of poems, some boring, some interesting and some just like “WHAAAT?!?!?”, but I had some favorites, such as; Demon Lover by Elizabeth Bowen, Ah, Are You Digging My Grave? by Thomas Hardy, and Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith. …show more content…

McGee class is Not Waving but Drowning by Stevie Smith. This poem isn’t funny at all, instead it’s pretty “realization” on most people around us in this world, especially in Worland High School. This poem is about how it may seem that people are waving and smiling, but really, they are drowning in the water that holds them from showing their true face in the world. They also wish to be helped, but in the end they know that the only ones that to save them is themselves. Everyone is drowning, doesn’t matter what it is, everyone is drowning in something that is making them drown and seem as if they are waving, but truly they are drowning and attempting in any way to have someone notice that they are drowning and need help. This poem is like how I feel a lot of the time, smile at school as if nothing is wrong and that I am the happiest girl in the world and behind that smile is me drowning in my own depression from all the pressure that I’m getting from family, my boyfriend, school, and everything that makes me just want to blow up and just cry on someone 's shoulder and just tell them everything that’s been bugging me for the past couple of however long it was. But, they never saw past my fake smile my fakes they couldn’t see past it, they never saw me drowning, they thought that I was always waving far in the ocean of depression that I was in. In the end, I was drowning trying to get some help, but after dealing with this so many times, I found out that the only person that can help me is me, no one else can help me. It was also all my fault that in the end that no one would help me because I put up my wall so high that no one could see how I really was on the inside just the outside appearance and this is my third favorite poem because of how much I can connect to

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