Thursday 10 th March 2011
When I sit,

I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?
When I stand up,
ready to go out,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?
When I get my bag,
and I leave,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?
When I go to my next class,
I look around,
I hear a noise,
what is it?
Guess it...
DONG!!!!!!!
Thursday 10 th March 2011
Fizzing up inside me
Ready to come out
The giggles built inside me
Come pouring out!
Whenever he says something nice
About my clothes, or my hair
I get the giggles, suffice
To say he is still standing there
I try to compress my giggles,
But they will not be stopped!
The tears of laughter in my eyes
They need to be mopped
Oh how I wish he would reach out and brush them away
Hold me close and he would pray
That would be together day after day
But until then
I'll always have the
GIGGLES!
(tee hee)
Ready to come out
The giggles built inside me
Come pouring out!
Whenever he says something nice
About my clothes, or my hair
I get the giggles, suffice
To say he is still standing there
I try to compress my giggles,
But they will not be stopped!
The tears of laughter in my eyes
They need to be mopped
Oh how I wish he would reach out and brush them away
Hold me close and he would pray
That would be together day after day
But until then
I'll always have the
GIGGLES!
(tee hee)
Thursday 10 th March 2011

I'm sitting in the testing room,
I have finished my whole exam,
After a while I listen,
I hear a loud,
BANG!!!!
It is just a bottle on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is just a,
PING!
It is just a pencil on the floor,
just like last time,
and now this time the sound is a,
CLONG!
It is just a chair on the floor,
just like last time,
and I can't even concentrate,
to make my poem better.
I ask myself I'd rather some voices,
than all these creeching sounds,
what is the point of no talking,
if....
a chair is creeching,
a bottle is falling,
a pencil keeps falling on the floor,
a person is wriggling,
a person has hiccups,
a person is struggling,
a person is drawing,
a pencil is creeching when it draws,
a bottle is rattling when it falls,
WHAT IS THIS CLASS???
Wednesday 9 th March 2011
What is a poem?
How does it have to be?
What is a good poem to you?
What is not?
A poem can Rhyme,
a poem can have a rythm,
a poem can have similies,
a poem can have metaphors.
A poem can be like a story,
a poem can be like a song,
a poem can have quotation marks,
all of these belong.
A poem doesn't need to Rhyme,
a poem doesn't need a Rythm,
a poem doesn't need any similies,
a poem doesn't need any mataphors.
A poem doesn't need to be like a story,
a poem doesn't need to be like a song,
a poem doesn't need quotation marks,
all of these belong.
A poem can express your feelings,
and sometimes it may not,
A poem can explain what you are feeling and thinking,
and sometimes it may not,
But everything belongs.
A poem that rhymes,
may be funnier,
A poem that has rythm,
may be easier.
But all of those suggestions a poem can be,
they all can be a poem.
There is no poem that is not a poem,
and there is no poem that I don't imagine it to be a poem.
Everything is possible.
Wednesday 9 th March 2011
Something new,
it has to happen,
something good,
it has to too.
If we continue polluting,
If we continue wasting water,
If we contine killing animals,
There'll be nothing left.
Not you,
nor me,
nor anybody in my family.
None of us will be here.
This is not nature,
the world wasn't made for this.
Without nature nobody will live.
Right now Nature is sick.
If we don't stand up and cure her,
we'll die too.
So what are we doing,
are we all suiciding ourselfs?
Let's get some work done,
we need something new.
We need to start again,
from the very beginning.
Because this is not nature,
and Nature is sick.
We need something new,
And something good has to happen.
it has to happen,
something good,
it has to too.
If we continue polluting,
If we continue wasting water,
If we contine killing animals,
There'll be nothing left.
Not you,
nor me,
nor anybody in my family.
None of us will be here.
This is not nature,
the world wasn't made for this.
Without nature nobody will live.
Right now Nature is sick.
If we don't stand up and cure her,
we'll die too.
So what are we doing,
are we all suiciding ourselfs?
Let's get some work done,
we need something new.
We need to start again,
from the very beginning.
Because this is not nature,
and Nature is sick.
We need something new,
And something good has to happen.
