Aj tento rok sa na našej škole uskutočnila súťaž v písaní valentínskych básní v anglickom jazyku Valentine’s Poems 2025. Včera 19.2.2025 sme vyhlásili víťazov, ktorými sa stali v kategórii 1. – 2. ročník – Filip Kučák z II.D a v kategórii 3.-5. ročník si cenu odniesla Alica Buchtová z IV.L.
Všetci účastníci preukázali svoje veľké nadanie na písanie poézie a zároveň aj skvelé vedomosti z anglického jazyka. Ďakujeme za ich príspevky do súťaže a dúfame, že sa zúčastnia aj na budúci rok.
ELIZABETH
Dear Elizabeth, can you guess my name?
A poet, patient with words, playing a little game.
Trying my best to impress you with my rhymes,
Even though it seems I do not deserve the prize.
Those little details, I admire them all,
Walking on all the glass bridges, hoping I won’t fall.
Now standing firmly, in the middle of a meadow,
Saying everything I feel, quietly whispering like a shadow.
What I like the most about you, I do not just want to say everything—
I would write a whole book of poems, pointing out every detailed thing.
Oh, those light green eyes,
Which bring me to paradise.
For when I get a glimpse of your smile,
I am left stunned, but only for a while.
Your attention holds me close, closer than anything,
For you only, I am a puppet, tied to a string.
Maybe I am not only in love with you,
It is probably that my soul seeks your presence too.
Sometimes there may be a day to come,
For me to ask you out, to be the one.
For now, I will keep my distance,
Watching you from afar with consistence.
I don’t want to ruin what we’ve built,
My insides would burn down from the feeling of guilt.
Cannot afford to lose this everlasting fight,
My feelings toward you just feel so right.
And since it’s February, the month of love,
I have one more question, coming from above.
On this day, you could happily be mine,
Elizabeth, will you be my Valentine?
Filip Kučák, II.D
MY BLOODY VALENTINE
You set yourself on fire, trying to keep me warm,
our hatered dressed as love is an art form,
you burned me with desire and dammed us to death,
I'll still love you when I take my last breath,
Lying on your chest, clawing out your heart,
until I can hide inside and you'll fall apart,
my acrylics are now stained with your blood,
I'm gonna drag our love through the mud.
And in the end 'till death do us part' is a lie,
even then it won't be our final goodbye.
'for better, for worse' even when you're just 'fine'
you'll always be my bloody, raw valentine.
Alica Buchtová, IV.L