Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Poem About Nature

Here's another poem from my 13 year old son. It's a project for English subject.

Poem About Nature

Nature is our friend,
A gift from God.
We should learn to take care of it,
Or we’ll make God worried.

Nature gives us life,
Let’s appreciate its beauty.
Let’s open our eyes,
And see nature’s beauty.

Nature is serene,
It is peaceful as it's seen.
Nature is in place,
It is always with grace.

Nature is at a critical state,
We must restore its natural beauty.
Because if we don’t, we may not live.
We should take care of it before it’s too late!

Thursday, March 4, 2010

A Poem: Success

Here's another poem written by my youngest son (now a teenager - 13 years old) as a project for English Year 7. Hope it gives some inspiration to all. Enjoy.
Success

Success is not merely becoming wealthy,
Success is not only staying quite healthy,
Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.
Success is to love everyone without expectation.

When you enter this world you’re given one chance,
To go for your goal so your success will enhance.
If you have a dream of success that involves a mission,
Forget those who disagree, go achieve your ambition!

When you want to succeed and you see you’re in a mess,
Just try hardest for yourself and not to impress!
Don’t give up and don’t try to be a cheater,
And sooner or later success will be much sweeter.

Monday, August 3, 2009

I Remember - a poem

Here's a poem written by my eldest son when he was 9 1/2 years old. He was a member of their school's Young Writers' Club when he was in Grade 3. This is his original poem, published in the school's quarterly newsletter.


I Remember

I remember the good times and the bad times.
I remember the time my dog killed a big, fat rat.
I remember the dreadful smell,
the gore, that awful sight!


I remember winning a medal, its weight around my neck.
I remember how hard I worked for it,
the positions of the pieces on the chessboard,
the look in my opponent's eye, the sound of my heart beating.

I just remember.