Inspiring Poetry

Poetry is Lighting Up Our World this week during Book Week. We are studying a variety of poetic styles and features. Today Edgar Allen Poe’s The Raven was our Inspiration. Having the Simpsons retell this famous poem added to the enthusiasm of the students. They have produced their own poems. We hope that you enjoy them.

The Raven – The Simpsons Version


Sunken feeling also dreary
The loneliness I employ
Has yet decayed this house of sorrow
And shall never more be be opened.
Thy sorrow of my loss back then
Has come back to haunt my dreams.
This house of sorrow shall never be unveiled
I shall take it to my grave
Never more shall it veil the sadness of the world.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe

NEVERMORE by Madeline B

Presently my soul grew stronger
hesitating then no longer
And the silken sad uncertain rustling
Of each Purple curtain
The silence was unbroken
Though my heartbeat drummed inside
And the dreary tune kept moaning
Ducked under chair to hide
Dreaming dreams no mortal had
Dared to dream before
A flirt and a flutter
But forever or nothing more
Presently my soul grew stronger
Hesitating then no longer
As the air grew denser
The pressure became immenser.


I was sitting next to my chamber door
But suddenly someone was tapping
On my door
It sounded like someone was rapping
Then it surprised me that it went away!
Then out of nowhere
A big, loud and fierce knock came
I was hiding under the bookshelf
In despair, then my soul grew stronger
hesitating then no longer
I crawled out from under the bookshelf
A crow forced through the window
And flew onto an ornament
It stayed there forever and ever.


Sitting by the chamber door
Hearing something, but not quite sure
The silken, sad, uncertain rustling
Of each purple curtain
The sound gets louder and longer
But presently my soul grew stronger
Hesitating then no longer
I open the chamber door
It’s dark and dreary
The wind whistling came strongly
With a smell that went far and longingly
I turn with a fright.


As I walk through this rotten, rundown haunting house
With the silken, sad, uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
My heart is beating faster than a jaguar
Presently my soul grew stronger
hesitating then no longer
The withered and cracked walls
Whisper in my ears.
This house is like no other
A house of doom and misery
The windows whistle as the wind passes by
Putting shivers down my spine
No protection in this house.


Staying here presently my soul grew stronger
Hesitating then way longer
The scratching at the door had stopped
No more
Till the horrifying squeal of a bird
I opened and I saw
Never shall my body
Lift from the floor
After the bird saw
And squealed no more.

6 thoughts on “Inspiring Poetry

  1. Amazing writing, Senior G. I just love poetry and it all began in primary school when we read poems like you are doing now. Sometimes we had to learn them off by heart. I still remember some lines! Your poems are amazingly mature. I love them all. But, Jacob M….wow…it’s a great gift.

    Mrs Y

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