April 15, 2008 - 9:23am — nalayah62
Self-Portrait Poem
I wonder if I can buy house in California
I hear a fish
I see the fish in the bottom of the ocean
I want to be a teacher
I am like the sunrise – bold and beautiful
I prentend a cat voice
I feel flying in the air
I touching the sky
I worry about illness
I cry if I fell the math exam
I am like the sunrise-bold and beautiful
I understand I will be tromoted this year
I say truth all the time
I dream to be profssesor
I try to exersize in the cold weather
I hope my mom can come to an America
I am like a sunrise-bold and beautiful
Poetry Hides
Poetry Hides in the red flowers that smells good.
Poetry Hides in beautiful Manhattan.
Poetry Hides inside the park play around, and play with water.
Poetry Hides inside the green trees, beautiful trees, and colorful trees.
Poetry Hides inside the yellow sun.
Poetry Hides when the Earth is moving.
Poetry Hides inside my heart.
Poetry Hides in falling snowflakes.
Poetry Hides between me and Noila.
Memory Poem--
The First Day I Came to School in America
The First day when I came to the school I ran way from the building because I don’t like the school and I don’t know how to speak English. I was angry, afraid, feeling bad, and sad. I herd the children in the school screaming, laughing, and singing. I was so scared when I herd the children doing that.
City Haiku
I see many stores
Many people in city
Many people work
I live in city
Many schools in the city
Don’t like noisy cars
Do you like a tree?
People like trees in the street
People like to make trees
Comments
very nice
very nice