A short assignment for my English class. We are to write a paragraph or poem in a romanticism style. Romanticism can be described as overly happy and belief that nature holds all answers to the world around you.
Feel free to create your own 'Song of Myself' if you want.
At times my security is safe with me,
These times I do hold dear.
Sometimes my heart is absent of glee,
This emotion I always fear.
From what I’ve seen and what I’ve done,
To things I’ve left unknown.
I soon have found that things are one,
Of which such I have condoned.
For lives begin now from the wind,
Of which they shall return.
They are not lost from the sin,
Nor the things they yearn.
The grass gasps underneath my feet,
As if it’s suffocated.
No worry that I face depletes,
This life I have created.
Sun can not describe the way,
I feel about myself.
How breath comes to me every day,
My hopes will not be shelved.
Aspirations I hold close at hand,
Not only for my own.
I keep those of the common man,
And the feelings he has shown.
Although I feel that I have won,
The war that rages on.
I know that it will never be done,
As long as there is dawn.
My dreams held high above my head,
But not out of my reach.
I pray that before I’m dead,
These lessons I will teach.
These times I do hold dear.
Sometimes my heart is absent of glee,
This emotion I always fear.
From what I’ve seen and what I’ve done,
To things I’ve left unknown.
I soon have found that things are one,
Of which such I have condoned.
For lives begin now from the wind,
Of which they shall return.
They are not lost from the sin,
Nor the things they yearn.
The grass gasps underneath my feet,
As if it’s suffocated.
No worry that I face depletes,
This life I have created.
Sun can not describe the way,
I feel about myself.
How breath comes to me every day,
My hopes will not be shelved.
Aspirations I hold close at hand,
Not only for my own.
I keep those of the common man,
And the feelings he has shown.
Although I feel that I have won,
The war that rages on.
I know that it will never be done,
As long as there is dawn.
My dreams held high above my head,
But not out of my reach.
I pray that before I’m dead,
These lessons I will teach.
Feel free to create your own 'Song of Myself' if you want.
