My Free Choice Poem
Enter starnger but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed,
For those who take but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn,
Soif you seek beneath the floors
A treasure that was never yours,
Thief you have been warned,beware
Of finding more than treasure there
By J.K Rowking
I picked this poem because i am a massive fan of harry potter and it describes the bank in great detail asweel.
Monday, 18 June 2012
My 19th Century Poem
Among
his books he sits all day
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.
At night his window casts a square
Of light upon the lawn;
I sometimes walk and watch it there
Until the chill of dawn.
I have no brain to understand
The books he loves to read;
I only have a heart and hand
He does not seem to need.
He calls me "Child" - lays on my hair
Thin fingers, cold and mild;
Oh! God of Love, who answers prayer,
I wish I were a child!
And no one sees and no one knows
(He least would know or see),
That ere Love gathers next year's rose
Death will have gathered me.
To think and read and write;
He does not smell the new-mown hay,
The roses red and white.
I walk among them all alone,
His silly, stupid wife;
The world seems tasteless, dead and done -
An empty thing is life.
At night his window casts a square
Of light upon the lawn;
I sometimes walk and watch it there
Until the chill of dawn.
I have no brain to understand
The books he loves to read;
I only have a heart and hand
He does not seem to need.
He calls me "Child" - lays on my hair
Thin fingers, cold and mild;
Oh! God of Love, who answers prayer,
I wish I were a child!
And no one sees and no one knows
(He least would know or see),
That ere Love gathers next year's rose
Death will have gathered me.
I picked this poem because it shows alot of diffrent emotions within each ballad, almost like a story being told.
Monday, 11 June 2012
My Sad Poem
She never seemed to bob
on her sister's
Silver mattered bike
I watched for
not yet able to see
The high seat
working her way
Up car free Penn street
and i would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she rode by
We were but children
in a garden of Eden
Made just for us two
wher nothing else mattered
But you where loved by me
And i was loved by you.
'First Love' By Charles.c.Cingolani
I picked this poem because it has short sentances that have alot of impact on the reader.
She never seemed to bob
on her sister's
Silver mattered bike
I watched for
not yet able to see
The high seat
working her way
Up car free Penn street
and i would make as if
I hadn't seen her
when she rode by
We were but children
in a garden of Eden
Made just for us two
wher nothing else mattered
But you where loved by me
And i was loved by you.
'First Love' By Charles.c.Cingolani
I picked this poem because it has short sentances that have alot of impact on the reader.
My War Poem

We never feared roadside bombers
Or anyone with TNT
Our enemy was in the sky
And beneath us in the sea
We knew are enemy
They fought the same as we soliders today
Know not has a foe
Spectors he cannot see
There he knows by day
Shadows in the dark
Make our men in Iraq
A easy mark.
Our Men In Iraq-By Tom Fenning
I picked this poem because my uncle is in the air force in Iraq and Iran so it realtes to what he does in a way.

We never feared roadside bombers
Or anyone with TNT
Our enemy was in the sky
And beneath us in the sea
We knew are enemy
They fought the same as we soliders today
Know not has a foe
Spectors he cannot see
There he knows by day
Shadows in the dark
Make our men in Iraq
A easy mark.
Our Men In Iraq-By Tom Fenning
I picked this poem because my uncle is in the air force in Iraq and Iran so it realtes to what he does in a way.
My Love Poem

I loved the child in him
So inoccent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
The blusher on his cheek
The tender way he spoke
That sowed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
That gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
That filled my life with glee
For when i was with him
I found the child in me.
By Jean Gabour
I picked this poem because it has alot of depth and emotion within it which contains a story.

I loved the child in him
So inoccent and sweet
The mischief in his eyes
The blusher on his cheek
The tender way he spoke
That sowed me that he cared
The touch of his warm hand
That gently touched my hair
The smiles that we shared
That filled my life with glee
For when i was with him
I found the child in me.
By Jean Gabour
I picked this poem because it has alot of depth and emotion within it which contains a story.
My Funny Poem
Mary had a little lamb
Twas awful dumb it's true
It followed her in a traffic jam
And now it's mutton street
Mary had a little lamb
As dirty as a hog
They asked her how it got that way
She answerd simply smog
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead
Now Mary takes her lamb to school
Between to chunks of bread
I picked this poem because it has a good use of words and is almost like a song.
Mary had a little lamb
Twas awful dumb it's true
It followed her in a traffic jam
And now it's mutton street
Mary had a little lamb
As dirty as a hog
They asked her how it got that way
She answerd simply smog
Mary had a little lamb
Her father shot it dead
Now Mary takes her lamb to school
Between to chunks of bread
I picked this poem because it has a good use of words and is almost like a song.
Friday, 1 June 2012
My school poem:
School is a home of friends and foes
School is a home of ups and downs
School is a home of love and fun
School is a home of everyone
School can be born
School can be a curse
Even though it is a home of each one of us
We all have a right and therefore we strive
To make are future very bright
And fight illitracy with all our might
By Parth Parekh
I picked this poem because it has alot of repetition in it which makes it sound good with the rhym.
School is a home of friends and foes
School is a home of ups and downs
School is a home of love and fun
School is a home of everyone
School can be born
School can be a curse
Even though it is a home of each one of us
We all have a right and therefore we strive
To make are future very bright
And fight illitracy with all our might
By Parth Parekh
I picked this poem because it has alot of repetition in it which makes it sound good with the rhym.
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