Hi all,
We hope you enjoyed the film Feather and comparing it to Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope is the thing with Feathers”.
Please share your thoughts and responses below. You can listen to the poem again below.
Hi all,
We hope you enjoyed the film Feather and comparing it to Emily Dickinson’s poem “Hope is the thing with Feathers”.
Please share your thoughts and responses below. You can listen to the poem again below.
Hope
“Hope” is the thing with big, sweet eyes-
That leans on the branch of soul-
And sings the song of the jungle-
With no-one not knowing them- at all-
And sweetest- in the heart- is heard-
And sore must be the ears-
That can hear the world as we know it-
Keeping so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the far land-
And on the wildest sea-
Yet- he never- ever-
He never asked a life- of me.
A lovely poem Marie. I like the way you used the original structure but personalised it.
Hi,i really adore your comment! it really inspires me!
“Hope” is the thing with fur-
That perches in the arctic forest-
And sings the call of the pack-
And never stops-at all-
And sweetest-in the wind-is heard-
And sore must be the snow-
Could abash the little pup-
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard in the wildest land-
And on the crashing sea-
Yet-never-in Extremity
It asked a bone of me.
Hi Dylan. What an imaginative response. I like the inclusion of the “little pup” as it creates sympathy and engagement.
I really like the poem Marie good job and keep on doing more poems
that is incredible
hope is a thing with feathers
hope is a thing with wings
that perches in the woods
and sing the songs
and never stops at all
and sweetest in the land is heard
and sore must be the storm
that could abash the singing birds
the kept so many warm
l ve heard it in the every land
and on the biggest sea
yet never extremely
it asked a one of me
Thank you Samera. I like the way you maintain the lyrical quality of the original poem. Have you tried reading your poem out loud? I think you should.
“Hope” is the thing with a beak-
That perches in the trees-
And sings the sweet melody-
And never stops-at all-
And sweetest-in the song-is heard-
And sore must be the wind-
That could abash the fluffy fur-
That kept so many warm-
Iv’e heard it in the shallow land-
And on the deepest,darkest-sea-
Yet-never-in Extremity,
It asked a pinch-of me.
Great ending Kelsie. I like the use of alliteration towards the end which contrast with your final lines.
Hope is the thing with long wings-
That perches in the sky-
And sings the tunes-
And never stops-at all-
And sweetest -in the soul-is heard-
And sour must be tought-
That could abash the little worm-
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the soggy grass land-
And on the happy joyful sea-
Yet-never-in extremity,
It asked a part -of me.
Thank you Tawsol. That’s an interesting contrast between the “soggy grass land” and the “happy joyful sea”. It conveys how hope prevails everywhere.
Hope is the thing with soft fur-
That perches in the woods-
And sings the song without the beat-
And never stops at all-
And sweetest in the wind is heard-
And sore must be the rain-
That could abash the little Koala-
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the far away land-
And on the deep blue sea-
Yet never in extremity,
It asked a piece of me.
Thank you Alina. It is interesting to change the creature in the poem; I think a Koala works well.
wow, i really like this poem it is inspiring me
“Hope”is a thing with scales
That perches in the desert
And sings the slithery tune
And never stops at all
And the sweetest s-s-s-slither in the world
And the sore must be the slimy slithery
That could abash a Lizard
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard in the dry lands
And on the rough seas
Yet never in extremeity
It asked a s-s-s-s-s-s-s-slither of me
Fantastic use of assonance and alliteration James. Your poem is so full of sound. It’s great to see you playing with language in this way.
Hope is a thing with a beak-
That perches in the tree-
And sings the melody-
And never stops-at all-
And the sweetest-in the storm-is heard –
And some must be the thunder-
That could abash the bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve herd it in the flat grass land-
And on the wavey sea –
Yet-never-in exsremity
It asked a little bit of me
Thank you Thomas. I think the contrast between the “sweetest storm” and “thunder” works really well.
hop is a thing with bravery
that perches in the trees
and sing the song of hope
and never stops at all
and sweetest in the wilds on the land
and sore must be the trees rattling all night long
that could abash the pain of the monkeys
that kept so many warm
iv heard it in the sweetest land
and on the sea it may float
yet never in extremity
it asked nothing of me
Thank you Ayman. It is interesting to see the effect upon the poem of including different animals.
“Hope” is the thing with the long, yellow neck-
That perches in the blazing sun-
And sings the beautiful chune-
And never stops at all-
And sweetest -in the hottest days is heard-
And sore must be the burning sand
That could abash any animal that came about
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the faraway land-
And on the blue sea-
Yet -never-in Extremity,
It asked a salad from me-
Beautiful poem Shadiyah. You paint a vivid picture for the reader.
” Hope” is a thing with a panda-that and neperches in the fears -and fluffy and sings the niose-rver stop at all
Thank you Arda. This is a good start. Perhaps you could expand your poem?
Hope is the thing with a mane
That perches in the grass
And sings the songs to lead the pack
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the jungle is heard
And sore must be the cold
That that could abash the little ones
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the grassy land
And on the jungle trees
Yet never in extremity
It asked a favour of me
Thank you Leon. Yes it’s interesting to change the setting too.
“Hope” is the thing with a beak –
That perches in the trees –
And sings the special melody-
And never stops-at all-
And the sweetest -in the sky-is heard-
And sore must be the delicate wings-
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard it in the close by nature land-
And on the strongest sea-
Yet-never-in Extremity,
It asked a crum -of me.
Thank you Layla. I like the descriptions you add like “delicate” as they bring the poem to life.
“Hope”is the thing with feathers –
That perches on a branch-
And sings a lala-by-
And never stops-at all-
And sweetest in the wild is heard-
And sore must be the best-
That could abash the tiny bird-
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the amazing land –
And on the peacefull sea-
Yet never-in extremely –
It asked a crumb of me.
Clever ending Nathaniel. The “crumb” works very well with the bird.
hope is a thing with wings that perches in the soul and sings the tune without the words and never stops at all and sings and loves to sing and a sweetest in the gale is heard and sore must be the wings that could Abash the little little wings that Keep so many worm
Thank you Keiti. I like your poem. I wonder if you could use line breaks and punctuation to make it even more memorable?
Hope is the thing with fur –
That perches in the snow-
And sings the smooth tunes-
And never stops -at all-
And sweetest- in the soul-is heard-
And sore must be the salt-
that could abash the strong leopard
That kept so many warm-
I’ve heard in the vastest land-
And on the viscious sea-
Yet-never-in extremity,
And asked a piece of me.
Thank you Jaydon. Changing the creature to strong leopard is an interesting choice.
That’s nice wow
Hi I really like this poem
I haven’t finished it but I’m hope you like it so far
Hope is the thing with dots
That perches in the jungle
And sings the roaring sound
And never stops at all
And sweetest in the chewing is heard
And sore must be the clue
That could abash the fight of food
That kept so many warm I’ve heard in the furious land
I hope you like it and try guess the animal.
Leopard?
Hope is thing with clean grass and new tree’s and lovely sky not sorrow
Hope❤️ Is the thing that stomps so loud. Sometimes you can hear it from a mile away.
Sometimes it’s even friendly. People fly on it. Also it has big wings and it breathes something hot. Also it’s not real
“Hope is the thing with water.
That perches in the deep,dark,sea.
And sings in the sea.
And never stops at all.
And sweetest in the sea is found in a bunch.
And sore must be the deepest swim.
That could abash the fins.
That kept the small thing alive.
I’ve heard it in the deep blue sea.
And on the bottom of the sea.
Yet never in extremity-
It asked crumbs for it.
Very interesting to think as hope submerged in water like a creature. What would make it come to the surface?
Hope is features that flys in the Cyan violet
Hi my name is yanis this is my own version of hope is the thing with feathers hope you like it Michael Walsh I’m from hargrave
Hope is the thing with light
That perches in the sky
and sings in the clouds and never stops at all
and sweetest in the highest kingdom above is heard
and sore must be the bright wings
that could abash the evil and dark inside
that kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in a miraculous land
and on the bright sea
I enjoyed reading it Yanis. I hope you’re proud of your poem.
Hello I’m jack from Hargrave park school and I made my own version of feathers and hope. Hope you like it and good job with your poem.”Hope” is the thing with light
That perches in the sky and sings the story of brightness and never stops at all and sweetest in the light is heard and sore must be the sours of light that could abash the such brightness. That’s as far as I got for now but I’m almost done. Did I do good.
Good luck with more poems if you do any any more. Bye!
It’s a good start Jack. Try to think about using line breaks. Where could you break your lines up?
Hope is a things were like working do work then he failed but then he fail agian then he tried his bets then suddenty he kept trying then he got success
this has taught me a lot of life thank you Mr.Walsh
You’re welcome Nathaniel but could you explain what has it taught you?
I really like it i like the title of the poem i like the rhymes it is very good
The Winter Sky
The winter sky is dark with charcoal haze and sparkling stars,
winter hits the hard way,
While people play their jolly music with loud guitars,
winter does not stop us from having fun but we do need to have a break from the sun.
Lovely opening Bridget. “charcoal haze” is a wonderful image.
I love this poem because it reminds me that hope is everywhere I look and that I should forever try harder!
I’m glad you enjoyed it Soleil and you took a message from the poem too.
This poem is very nice and creative.
i really like this poem and its amazing
so here’s my poem hope you like it
”Hope”is the thing with wings#
That perches in the heart
And sings the song of freedom
And never stops at all
And the sweetest in the land
And sore must be the capture
That could abash the flying hope
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the deadest land
And on the filthy sea
Yet never in extremity
It ask’s for a part of me
hope you enjoyed my poem
Thank you Samuel. You show the many challenges hope has to overcome.
my poem is called Feathers from a bird.
Feathers of a bird
Feathers that fall in the sun,
that sways in the wind,
that falls from a bird high in the sky,
feathers can fall from time to time that can be colourful and pretty most of the time…
One car can zoom and feathers BURST! But then you look down and see the remains of a bird..
Its not a pretty sight, all you can see is fright, it can be a nightmare, dark in the night.
A really lovely opening Selena. You have a shocking change of tone half-way through.
this peom is a amazing I had made my own version and it starts like this
hope is the thing with petals.
that perches in your hands
smell of strawberry
And never stops at-all
and sweetest in the outside world isn’t heard
and soil must be the life
that sway though the grass
that kept so many colourful leaves on it
I’ve heard its in the most hot summery land
And on the strangest beach
It asked smell me
Thank you Jocelin. I like the idea of hope as a flower with petals. I wonder if you could develop the metaphor further.
That was a lovely poem Marie keep doing what your doing