It is so beautiful, nice and round Like a balloon you blow Spreading light across the night With it’s warm and golden glow…
Yo, my name is Risha Ahmed (you probably know that) , and I’m in the the 8th grade (I bet everybody knows that too) . I write poems (oh heck! Who am I kidding? There can’t possibly be anybody who doesn’t know that) . You all have read my prize winning poems and know about all the stuff I won, blah, blah, blah! ! ! So there’s no point going over that again. All I will manage to do is put an insomniac to sleep. So what on earth am I supposed to write in this big blank space staring at me like an idiot? You might expect me to be a perfect angelic girl churning out poems at the touch of a button. Keep dreaming because that is sooo not gonna happen. If any of you know me personally, the word “good” won’t cross your mind. I’m not saying I’m an axe murderer or anything, but I just love being craaaaazyyy! ! ! Yah, so let’s talk about poetry. Hmmm….if u had asked me anything about poetry 7 years ago, I would have sung “Baa Baa black sheep” or “Old McDonald” for you. And the only reason I write poetry is because I’m always in the middle of something important when some dumb lines dance in front of me. I don’t know what is going on at first so I just hit myself on my head with whatever is in my hand (of course it hurts! ! is that a trick question or are you naturally dumb? ?) . And if I don’t write down these senseless lines, they give me a guilty conscience. And a weirdo bulb lights up in my head. Dumb right? No kidding! So now you know I don’t write poems because I’m inspired or anything. I just scribble them down so I can atleast get a good nights sleep. And my other hobbies are: - tripping over legs in school, cracking my head open during games period, piercing a hole in my body because of those stupid rusty nails poking out of the walls etc. Voila! I have finished writing this biography at last! FREEDOM! ! ! Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to give my rumbling stomach some food. Bye!)
Risha Ahmed (12 yrs) şiirleri
The trees swaying to the breeze Butterflies flying hither and thither Millions of radiant colors everywhere But oh! Where is the TIME to see?…
One night I was in charge of the house When my parents had gone out side I was having loads of fun With the radio blaring and paper planes that glide…
Buzzing around every night From the ditches they take flight Sucking blood from me and you And other animals too…
Here comes another year While the old one goes by Bringing with it new events In which loads of fun lie…
As the sun showed it's first ray of light I told everyone it's time to take flight They asked me whether the adventure would be long I said it would'nt be if we hum a nice little s…
If only I could fly And soar up so high I want to touch the sky so blue But it never came true…
In these 10 years of my life I have learnt quite a lot But Fiza’s jokes I only know How to make a horrible knot…
She looks straight into my brown eyes And creeps so very near She pulls my hair so very hard That I say 'oh my dear! '…
All babies are wonderful When I see them I let out a squeak But here is one baby that I know Who is totally unique…
My family went on a vacation I gave my father all the persuasion Can I go and wander in the forest To catch at least a tiny little pest…
There the kites come Head grasped in the children’s hands Looking for wind While their tails get tickled by sand…
Today has been my worst day It has driven me mad It began in the morning, when I was accidentally hit by my dad…
It always bows down to me Just to give me shade I wish it could come to tea To taste the cakes I made…
Ever since I set foot in school for my new academic year It looks like luck has abandoned me My bus came late to pick me up for school So guess who is punished, me!…
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