Never Again
#1
Hi! I am working on a “rebellion” poetry project for my school, and I am looking for some feedback to make it better! 

Never Again


The sun rises,
The grass sways in the warm breeze
Students wake up,
They grab their backpacks,
They walk out the door,
Into the cloudless day.
They have so much to live for.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They step onto the bus,
Talking to their friends,
They look out the window,
As the sun peeks back at them,
The bus bounces through the streets,
And arrives at the school.
Majorly Douglas High School.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They step off the bus,
Students fly through the doors,
Talking,
Laughing,
Smiling,
They enter their classrooms.
Some will never leave.
Seventeen lives
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They slide into their desks,
The lesson begins,
But just outside,
A shadow lurks,
Creeping through the school,
Students scratch their pens on paper.
Oblivious.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They talk to their friends,
They smile and laugh,
All while the shadow,
Waits in the dark,
If only they knew,
What was to come.
If only they knew.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

The gun was fired,
Ringing out through the school,
Children fall to the floor,
Screaming,
Crying,
Dying.
How is this right?
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

Sirens wail,
Lights flash,
The bullets stop,
Yet the darkness lingers,
No one could have known,
What was to come.
The world stands still.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

Students cry out,
This needs to change!
Many have died,
Yet all were wounded.
They mourn,
They pray,
They fight.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again. 
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#2
(04-25-2019, 11:04 PM)MadelineN Wrote:  Hi! I am working on a “rebellion” poetry project for my school, and I am looking for some feedback to make it better! 

Never Again


The sun rises,
The grass sways in the warm breeze
Students wake up,
They grab their backpacks,
They walk out the door,
Into the cloudless day.
They have so much to live for.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They step onto the bus,
Talking to their friends,
They look out the window,
As the sun peeks back at them,
The bus bounces through the streets,
And arrives at the school.
Majorly Douglas High School.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They step off the bus,
Students fly through the doors,
Talking,
Laughing,
Smiling,
They enter their classrooms.
Some will never leave.
Seventeen lives
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They slide into their desks,
The lesson begins,
But just outside,
A shadow lurks,
Creeping through the school,
Students scratch their pens on paper.
Oblivious.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

They talk to their friends,
They smile and laugh,
All while the shadow,
Waits in the dark,
If only they knew,
What was to come.
If only they knew.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

The gun was fired,
Ringing out through the school,
Children fall to the floor,
Screaming,
Crying,
Dying.
How is this right?
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

Sirens wail,
Lights flash,
The bullets stop,
Yet the darkness lingers,
No one could have known,
What was to come.
The world stands still.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again.

Students cry out,
This needs to change!
Many have died,
Yet all were wounded.
They mourn,
They pray,
They fight.
Seventeen lives,
Seventeen bullets
Never again. 

The refrain feels very overused by the end of the piece. I'd suggest using it half as much, every other stanza. Also, for any poem that works toward something like rebellion, I think rhyme goes a long way. It gives a folky, chanty feel that can stick with readers and have them reciting it easier. Folk songs are folk songs because they are easy to remember and recite. Listen to some Bob Dylan for great examples of that.
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#3
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Hi Madeline,

afraid I agree with UselessBlueprint about the overused refrain
(there's also the question of whether you add the two survivors
who later committed suicide to the 17).

Your poem has a lot of scene setting and not much exploration
(not to mention the repetitions, 'door', 'live', 'school' etc.)

I'm curious as to the nature of the 'rebellion' being explored.
Who is rebelling and against what?

The line I thought most effective was, 'all were wounded'
(that lingered).

Best, Knot.

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