Me Radia here!
Salaamz ppl. This is RADIA.
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.
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.
posted by »|m|u|n|i|r|a|« at 6/30/2005 10:19:00 pm
9 Comments:
hey radia sweetheart. i was gonna say the same things maliha said. awww.....i remember, before you came here, i think you were about 1 or 2. and then afifa apu and jakia apu used to feed you. and it was so cute. i wanted to feed you too. and i think they let me try once too. but you wouldnt take it. tomar mukh theke fele disila. sorry, if i am embarrassing you. its so hard to believe how fast you kids grow up. lol ;).
and i loved your poem too. it was really good. you would laugh if you read some of my poems. they still sound like 2nd grader poems.
Well radia, your poems is very good except two things: (1) graveyard in BCAKYARD?? I'm not sure that makes sense (2) Ghosts are usually referred to as 'it' I think rather than he or she...Otherwise great! Keep it up.
where's ur imagination, YOW? u never kno what u can find in ur backyard.
i'd make the same comment as mou - i don't even try writing poetry i did a couple of times and they sounded like a seven year old's poetry (they probably have more talent than mua)
We should be encouraging young, and upcoming talents to shine... what say the rest of you lot, eh??
Good on ya, Radia! I can't believe some you oldies! No talent to speak of what so ever! (hehe... just kidding).
Radia, should I treat ppl to the poem raef wrote about you about 5 yrs back? That one was a killer *lololololol*
Treat! I want a treat... but only if the rest of you lot do... and only if Rafe has no problems ;)
What Flynn said..........
Not asking Raef's permission...he lost copyright the day I found the paper (with the poem on it) lying around. Now its MINE! First i gotta find it, then i'll post..
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