Wednesday, 15 May 2013

My Cat

Your eyes are like the little fireflies glowing in the air at dark night
As clear as glass
As clear as water
Like the colour of sapphire, gleaming and shining in the sunlight
Like the freshness of a blueberry that has just been washed
Like the blue sky of a sunny day, the feeling of warmth
Like the reflection of the sky on the ocean
Like the redness of a ruby, in the dark, shady corner
Like the red wine pouring out of it's glass bottle
Like cherries on the edge of a stick on a tree
Like a long soft crimson dress worn by a lady
Like the dark red lipstick
Big, round, and squishy looking as if it's a beach ball that has just been pumped up
Eyes that could scare away mice and rats away as if they were lightning beams
The innocent silly look she gives as if she were a new born baby
The look of curiosity she gives as if she were a little toddler
The frown of frustration over trying to get her toy as if she were a teenager frustrating over math
Eyes that are beautiful and elegant like a flower 
Eyes that smile as though it's the lips 



Monday, 29 April 2013

School ( copy change poem of "Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening" )

Schools, where you are suppose to learn
It is where you are to have fun

It is where you make friends and social
It is where you have fun field trips

It is where you do things like math
It is where you do things like read

It is where you learn more about Earth
Where you start to dislike things

Test, quiz, homework are annoying
Sadly, we have them all the time

Presentations and projects also 
It makes you want to skip class

That urge to just skip classes 
It is so common among us 

However, we are unable to
Because we are awesome students

School can make you hate someone
Student teachers, teachers, classmates

There could be bullying in schools
But there is none in our school 

Friday, 26 April 2013

So much depends on

So much depends
upon

A greyish blue
Dolphin

Swimming through
the ocean waters

Beside the green
Seaweeds

Monday, 5 November 2012

"Do not judge a book by it's cover"

This spider looks colorful and beautiful,
Just like the colours of skittles,
However it is poisonous,
One bite, you die.

Roses are pretty,
Red, pink, purple, and even blue,
But there are thorns on it's stems,
Touch it, you bleed.

She looks gorgeous, he looks handsome,
She always has a nice smile, he always has a nice grin,
They look nice,
But that is just a mask.