Poems

By: Wajiha Poetry Book

Acrostic poemBeachThe sun is brighter that a light bulbThe sand is the colour of beigeThe ocean is clear and aquaThe greatest place to have a picnicAnd don’t forget swimming with the fishSimile poemRainIt fell from the clouds as loud as fireworksIt was when the sky shed its tears like the mother of a sacrificed soliderIt moved down the window like a baby’s tearIt fell likeit wanted to flood a villageIt trickled down my cheek like a painful tearHaiku poem (traditional)FlowersBlossoming from seedsI show my vivid coloursBy, Winter I die

Haiku poem (modern)PresentsWrapped up in a big bowGiven to me on ChristmasA surprise each timeCinquain poemParrotColourful, featheryAnnoying, talking, flyingMocking you for daysMockeryDidactic poemCheetahSprinter, speedyRunning, hunting, chasingThey can run fantasticallyKittyLimerick poemThere was once a girl named KatyWhose best friend was HaitiThey played all dayOn a beautiful bayUntil Katy kicked Haiti

Narrative poemBullyingI was treated like a no body; to be honest I wastreated even worse than trash. I was the only kidwithout friends, I was the kid who got shoved intolockers, and I was the kid who didn’t get invited toparties, I was a loser, my life was like a diamond indistress.Their words cut me even deeper than blades. Iwanted to speak but my throat dried up everytime I saw their faces, my emotions told me tohold back. But what was I thinking…. People likethese didn’t care about emotions, feelings meantnothing to them.I used to see their smiling faces. Their happy lives,and then look at mine it was full of sorrows. I hadbig glasses and braces, I was what they called anerd, I was unpopular and uncool. People used toimitate the way I looked, making funny faces.I used to hide what I felt because I was scared and insecure. My stomach felt stabbed every second. Itried to show all my strength on my face with none inside, I pretended that their words didn’t hurtme, but they killed me from inside each time. I tried to hide the pain that my eyes held; I tried not tolet them see that tear trickle down my cheek. The tears that held that sorrow wanted to leave myeyes but I held it in. In reality I was dying from the inside.Concrete Poetry

WinterA white blanket it brings each time, that’s cold and shimmers in the sunshine.A chillier look it gives to the wind it almost freezes me from limb to limb.Kids bundle up with hats and jackets while parents are clearing their driveway with salt packets.Children make snowman and have snowball fights while, mothers make hot chocolate to ease thefrostbites.The blizzards it brings twirl snow around like a race, while we are warm and snug in front of thefireplace The end