Thursday, February 02, 2012

Time for poetry ...

          love

  beautiful  crazy
crying   smiling    dreaming
      love is like a poem
            dream

Teja, 8.a

          love
overrated painful
loving lying trying
    love is blind
          roses

Devi, 8. a

             love
       crazy   painful
smiling    crying   kissing
walking hand in hand
             heart

Petra, 8. a


Love and hate


Some people love, some people hate,
and sometimes people use you
like a piece of bate.
But others, when they love
it comes from up above.
Some love is just so deep
it makes you want to weap.

Kiley, 9. a


Love is the feeling you make me feel.
Oh, so free it used to be.
Vermillion my blood used to flow.
Entirely yours I was.

How then you destroyed our wonderful life.
Aching my heart is inside.
To me you always meant everything.
Exiled I now reside.

Noah, 8. a


Value, purpose, destiny


I know I have a destiny,
despite the endless sea.

And in the darkest stormy nighty,
I know He’ll come for me.

My several worlds are in His hands,
He won’t forget my name.

I’m perfect for His perfect plan,
I won’t be put to shame.

Rebecca, 9. a


Run

My little friend has got
the sled and I have packed
a snack. We are now running
away and we are never coming back.


So long everybody, it was nice to
meet you all. But we are off into
the world and we promise we won’t fall.

What awaits us in this new world
we really do not know. But maybe
if you come with us, new things
await you too.


Angela, 8. a


My curl

When I was a little girl
I had a little curl.
That curl was really pretty,
but now, it’s such a pity;
I cut it with a knife
and now it’s left my life.


Kiley, 9. a


“Will you be my friend?”
Said a girl to her toy.
But before it answers back,
she puts it on her highest
shelf and never brings
it down.


“Will you be my friend?”
Said a woman to her life.
but before it answers back,
she passes it quickly and
forgets.


“Will you be my friend?”
Said and old man to the death.
but before it answers back,
it takes him far away,
where everything seems so okey
and nobody forgets.
And then it finally says: “I will.”


Ava, 8. b