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Eyre Poems - Poems about Eyre


Premium Member Jane Eyre
Plain Child Headstrong Great talent In art and music Has keen intelligence, vivid imagination Orphaned in childhood; forced to reside with her aunt Reed Who abused and spurned her. She eventually became a teacher, then a governess Date written and posted: 01/31/2019...

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Categories: eyre, art, character, literature,
Form: Fibonacci
When I Tried To Read Jane Eyre
I’ve gone through some boring times, they’re inevitable in life, luckily, I can truly say, that I’ve never faced real strife. In fact the only moment I ever felt great despair, was as a teen in high school, when force to read Jane Eyre. Good lord was the book boring, so self-important and dull, even worse with feminist teachers pounding it into your skull. I couldn’t even...

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Categories: eyre, books, high school, how
Form: Rhyme



Premium Member Jane Eyre Crown
This is a Crown of Sonnets I wrote about one of my favorite books and movies (the version in 1943 with Liz Taylor, who was only 11 had a small role, Joan Fontaine and Orson Welles is the best - John Houseman and Aldous Huxley wrote the screenplay) , yet my Crown was based on...

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Categories: eyre, life,
Form: Crown of Sonnets
Eyre Crowe
What it is to be free hold my hand free What language guarantee me the rights Just to walk just listen of pleasure of these days For the knowledge of youth for acre land do one know Important of that written man hand Sounds that revolt thoughts that consume What is age if it has not phrase the moment Just to...

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Categories: eyre, art, love,
Form: Classicism
Blood Red Room -A Poem Inspired By Jane Eyre
Heart is racing, Tears pour down my face I open my eyes, And see the blood red walls Swarming in a pit of darkness. I scream, no one answers I plead, I am ignored Oh God, what did I do? What did I do to deserve this? The yellow glare of the demon's eyes Get brighter, The cold breeze cuts through my skin, There are no...

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Categories: eyre, books
Form: Burlesque




Book: Reflection on the Important Things