Me Radia here!
This poem, I wrote it at school because we had to write poems for Writing. We wrote a lot of different poems like around 4-5. This one we had to do about ghosts because we read another poem about ghosts. Then we had to write our own and make it totally different from the other poem. When I was writing this, I felt quite excited because I never really wrote a poem about ghosts & stuff. But poetry I really fun and I really enjoy writing poems A LOT!!
IT CAN’T BE, CAN IT? 29-06-2005
An evil spirit floats through the gruesome graveyard,
Of your backyard.
He silently floats through your front door,
And who knows what he’s looking for?
“It can’t be a ghost,” you say to yourself-
You huddle into a tiny ball,
As the ghost starts wailing, giving you a call.
Calling your name, he floats by your bedroom door,
And you know exactly who he’s looking for.
“Come here,” he whispers aloud.
It’s your imagination you think, but you have your doubts.
“It can’t be a ghost,” you say to yourself again-
You slowly get up and walk to the window sill,
But the world outside is silent and still.