The Problem With English Lessons

The Problem With English Lessons

A Poem by ExLibrum

I want to know
Why I don't like English
Lessons, that is
I love reading, writing, imagining,
So why is it
This subject eludes me?
I don't understand
Why we need to know
Why the writer put
That the sky was blue
Who cares?
It's blue
That's all that matters
Getting lost
In a world that a genius
What's the point
In writing reams and reams
Of things that
I bet the writer
Didn't think about
I don't know if
What they put
Has a hidden meaning
And if it's good
I don't want to
Look too deeply
I want
To let it all
Just wash over me
I've been told not
To be so childish
Churlish and silly
But I really am
Trying to be mature
I just don't understand
Why literature
Is ruined
In English lessons

© 2012 ExLibrum

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we take all the best things and make them a chore, it's maybe the most human quality there is

Posted 6 Years Ago

Hey!! You already knew that I liked your poem, but I'll say it again anyway. I like your poem :) No, scrap that. I love your poem!!! Oh, and you edited that last line... It makes more sense now :)

Posted 6 Years Ago

I understand your feeling. But when people make glaring mistakes in grammar and punctuation in poetry (even though poets have a great deal of liberty) it's irritating for the reader (at least for this one). I have not found mistakes in your work, so you obviously know the rules.

Posted 6 Years Ago

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Added on June 13, 2012
Last Updated on June 13, 2012
Tags: Poetry, English, Lessons



United Kingdom

Like everybody here (I suppose) I love reading, writing and everything in between. I have a penchant for chocolate and an obsession with Sherlock (that wan't meant to rhyme). I write anything and ever.. more..

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