My Poem

I walk alone through happiness and sadness, My tears are mine, my sorrows are mine, People say that friends and parents take sorrows away, But what would people know because they only care about themselves. I look out the window I see destroyed houses, cracked roads, I see people dying, and people running for their lives, Is peace too much to ask for? Is life less important than money or religion? Is war the only solution to problems? I ski down the slope slowly, I see something beyond the trees…it’s red, And it looks beautiful, It looks like a red dot on a white sheet of paper, I reach the thing and realize that it is a house colored red, Its windows are huge, It has two big doors with the lions face as its handle, It is made of a precious type of stone that I don’t know of, But I don’t care. I see the world as a pie filled with both happiness and sorrows, But what would I know I am only a child.

 

My Poem

Blue is like the 10 years old blue paint on the Wall of a bedroom.             Blue is hot like the flame of the sunset lifted from             The mountain top. Blue is cold like an ice cube Melting in your mouth.             Blue sounds like the ocean waves             In a sea-shell. Blue tastes like cold refreshing water after playing outside On a steamy hot day.             Blue smells like my mother's perfume             On a windy day. Blue looks like the gentle rain on April 25th… My birthday.             Blue feels like a cool breeze             On a humid day. Blue moves like a dolphin when it is swimming Along the side of a speeding boat.