Recently we, the 10a, discussed a famous short story called „Water“ by Fred Leebron. Our task was to write poems based on said story. The poems received good feedback from the class. Therefore, we have decided to share them with the rest of the school as well. Here they are:
time goes on
the river flowing
my anger and frustration’s growing
they sit together undisturbed
kissing, loving, self-absorbed
I’ve had enough
this needs to end
I take the step
will kill my friend
my friend, my ex, my lover
is sitting with another
they return
can see their bodies burn
soon it’ll start snowing
still – the river’s flowing
by Zoë and Levin
Phthonos*
By the water they sit
Touching, kissing
They don’t think of me
Caught up in their own bliss
In the apartment I sit
Working, loving her
I can’t stop thinking of them
Drowning in my jealousy
Here I am
In the kitchen
The gas stove in front of me
Satisfied I am when I leave
They won’t know
Lighting the cigarettes
They won’t believe
Love kills
by Eka
*In Greek mythology, Phthonos is the personification of jealousy.
Black Rose
Her hand
touches his hair and
moves down his back
My feet shake the picture wall
as I enter his apartment
slamming the door.
The keys he gave me to give plants life
will be the keys to take his life
Hissing sounds echo through the room
with the stove on.
The flock of geese they admire
while holding hands will end soon.
Soon enough their red rose
will turn black.
We’re strangers now.
by Shaqayeq
Explosive Love
She touches his hair by the river
thinking about that makes me shiver
I have his keys to enter his house
I’m planning my sabotages as quite as a mouse
They are having fun
I have to leave before the sun
The gas stove is on, I’m ready to leave
I’m planning to run so they don’t know it was me
They will enter the house
not having a clue
lighting a cigarette
will make their heads turn red and blue
Everything is ready
They won‘t think I’d loom
if everything goes to plan the building will go boooom
by Lea and Ben
Burning Heart
I see them at the river,
touching.
Down the river there are geese.
Didn’t buy his story
so I walk to his apartment.
The room smells like feet,
I turned the gas stove on,
hope they are harmed on repeat,
I feel so mad, I turn on the gas stove.
They are ready to smoke now.
The air smells,
burnt.
For the heart they broke,
They deserve two hells.
Shredded cheese.
I got used to the hell of a burning heart,
now they get used to hell and burn.
by Lennart
While she’s gone with him
Little did she know
when she put on a show,
she knew
what’s awaiting her
when they finally get there.
Oh my, I am also waiting;
the time is happily passing, though
no matter I told her how often,
so, no way left but the oven.
In any way that I tried,
she felt like she thrived, so
may she enjoy her last hours, with him at the rivers
before the smelless gas covers.
No way they would notice
once I proudly turn on this
tiny flame of their cigarette
will end it all, I bet
I’ll finally feel free,
under this falling fall tree.
by Hasti
Where I used to care
I unlock the door,
Turn on the gas stove –
not move.
I think of the way she touches his hair
Bending his kissing face to hers,
At the river where I used to care.
I relock the apartment
When I think of them,
What I will leave behind.
Soon they will burn
While holding hands
And nothing will be left.
by Isabell