My 9 year old cousin has come down for a visit. In passing, she happened to mention that she writes poems. A few of them are pretty amazing. A couple of phrases she uses are ones i'm sure i didn't know when i was her age! Anyway, i've put them up her.. Check it out..
Green
Green is the joy of nature
Green is the whistling of grass
Green is nice bright happiness
Green is the surprise of breaking glass
Green is a cucumber, smooth and soft
Green is fresh apples sitting in the loft
Green is vines swinging to and fro
Green makes me happy like a frolicking doe
Green is the joy of nature
The next is a limerick:
Red
Terrible, terrible red,
A battlefield with bloodshed
I hear a loud rumble
Of a castle going to crumble
So I ran home to my bed
A haiku:
Blue
Deep loyal and dark
As beautiful as a lark
Sea with a giant shark
A couplet:
Purple
Purple, purple magical and deep
Eggplant that’s good to eat
Purple is the sister of pink
They have a very close link
Purple is the sign of love
As lovely as a white dove
5 W’s
Who? The green grass
What? Whistles quietly
When? In the afternoon
Where? At the meadow
Why? Because of the wind
The next one is my favorite. This is one of her 'deep' poems...
Life
Life goes spinning at a pace
Life goes spinning in your face
Life goes spinning round and round
Until you fly and never touch the ground
Pretend you’re a fledgling learning to fly
Upto a point that’s high
If you miss a flap or two
You’ll fall down and that isn’t cool
Pretend you’re building a bridge
With a tall pointed ridge
If you miss a brick or so
It’ll fall down and you’ll have a row
Life goes spinning at a pace
Life goes spinning in your face
Life goes spinning round and round
Until you fly and never touch the ground
Okay, the next one she wrote in a matter of 10 mins. Pretty good for a 9 year old, no?
Morning
The flowers are opening their petals
The sun is rising on a new day
The dew drops are splashing on the grass
I could shout hooray
Hooray, hooray it’s morning
A few flowers are opening last
Hooray, hooray it’s morning
I can see a mast
Lol.. The next one she started it when she was 6 or something.. She completed it just before coming. But phrases like "in a thrice", who uses that??
India
I like India a lot
Even though it’s hot
I have family there
I know they care
India is very nice
I’ll be there in a trice
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2 comments:
n i thought i could write poems.. :-<
its so hard to define good writers anymore. it's like everyone (except the ones who feel proud that they don't read or write (boys mostly) ) everyone else writes and its not just anything. it's pretty darn good. and i thought someday i'd like to make it big by just writing.! gosh .. lets forget i even said that !!!
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