This is when Ii was sec 1. It was my Lit homework. Those times were kinda fun too...
My life as a student
A student is like a table leg,
So stressed out, unable to enjoy life,
Forced to study, get good grades
And all the tuition classes after school,
And the complaints given by your mother.
A student is like a table leg,
So stressed because it is holding a load,
As if stress is the load it is holding,
And it is falling and wearing down,
And just when it is barely holding out.
A student is like a table leg,
Unable to enjoy life’s happiness,
As if it is held down by stress
And the happiness of life is just in front,
Just a little more and happiness can be found.
A student is like a table leg,
Forced to study,
Or face its load’s/mother’s wrath,
As it tries to achieve its target,
And fails to hit its target in the end.
As tuition classes get the best of me,
It gets the best of time at home,
And as I struggle to adapt to it,
Remedials start coming up
And I find myself impossible to adapt.
In the end, I find myself
In a tight situation,
As my mother starts to demand more of me,
And I start to feel very stressed out,
And that is how I feel about life.
Comments:
I feel a little like this, but I think my friends are much worse off.
Please note that the comment above was made when I was in Sec 1(We had to comment on our works). The next one:
Myself as a child
A child is like a diamond,
So treasured and rare
with a bright and clear future,
like me as child of my parents.
So treasured,
As one of the next generation,
So ready to continue my kind,
When I grow older.
So rare, so hard
To come into other peoples’ lives,
Into the modern world
From my mother’s womb.
With a bright future ahead,
So bright until it reflects light
Like a diamond’s surface,
And experience the ups and downs of life.
And the 5 poems by others we had to find, along with our comments.
1)
… And Your Best Friend Whispering
Distracted is …
when your best friend starts whispering,
from across the classroom,
trying to steal your attention,
that is stuck to the teacher’s lips,
which are explaining the test,
that has been lingering in your mind,
ever since she told you about it.
That is distracted
Distracted is …
When your mom is yelling,
already at the top of her lungs,
while your favorite T.V. show is on,
that you for sure can’t miss,
because your friend finally got you the message,
that your favorite show is going to be on,
with your favorite singer as guest star on it.
That is distracted.
Distracted is your whole life.
Brothers fighting,
Sisters screeching,
Mom waiting,
Dad trying to whistle,
Dog barking,
Grandparents kissing,
Aunts pinching cheeks,
And your best friend whispering.
That is what distracted is.
Donald S. 6th grade
Comments:
I think it is a good poem because it is shows examples of distractions in our daily lives, how we feel about these distractions, how irritating it is to us, how it disrupts our daily lives.
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2)
Money
WHEN I had money, money, O!
I knew no joy till I went poor;
For many a false man as a friend
Came knocking at my door.
Then felt I like a child that holds
A trumpet that he must not blow
Because a man is dead; I dared
Not speak to let this false world know.
Much have I thought of life, and seen
How poor men's hearts are ever light;
And how their wives do hum like bees
About their work from morn till night.
So, when I hear these poor ones laugh,
And see the rich ones coldly frown--
Poor men, think I, need not go up
So much as rich men should come down.
When I had money, money, O!
My many friends proved all untrue;
But now I have no money, O!
My friends are real though very few.
W.H. Davies
Comments:
It shows that true friends will only appear when a person is in dire state. The author shows that in this poem, he was originally wealthy but knew no true joy until he was poor. Many people only tried to and acted as his friend, yet all of them was only acting as a friend of a wealthy person. This only teaches us that many people who are friends may not be a friend. A poor person will probably have no bootlicking ‘friends’ , only true friends, who help each other in times of need. Although they are understandably few but at least they are true and helpful to us. This poem shows how greedy a person can be, and I feel that the poet has probably seen it happen to someone before. This is also an interesting way to write this poem in this method and I feel that this poet is amazing.
3)
Mother's Day
The damp brown earth invites my
New roots
Was it you, Mama,
Who showed me this?
You bandaged my grazed knee
And told me the names of flowers
My children pull at my hands
They want to help with digging
All the small remembered hours
Seeds of memory
Your face is soft with time
As mine will be
Time grows like the rings of the oak
I tell my children
The names of flowers
Found at E-poem
Comments:
This poem shows that your mother brought you into this world. She cares for you and passes on her knowledge to us, her children. We also often help our mothers to overcome a crisis or offer her warmth and happiness in the way we received them. We remember every single short period of time we spent with them, planted deep into our memory, refusing to move until sometimes we forget all about it. It will seem like a short time yet we have all grown so big. Time passes so quickly in actual fact. This is a very interesting poem in which the poet uses his/her own words to express all this in the poem. A lot of feelings can be expressed in such a short poem. I feel that this poem is written very well.
4)
The Road Not Taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sign
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Comments:(in poem form)
He chose the path he believed in,
And I believe that he is great,
Just a little choice between paths,
He chose the path he believed right
Even if I think that I may not choose,
The path that he and I thought correct,
But I, nevertheless, believe in him,
Like others that this path led them to
I trust them to do a good job,
In building up a better society,
Even if I cannot fulfil what I think is right,
I will still try to do my part.
5)
Water
The water is as blue as a sapphire
Crystal clear Icy cold
The sun bouncing off the water
Sitting in a chair
Feet in the rough sand
Summer breeze chilly
Next to the sapphire blue water
Painting a picture
Illustrating the birds, eating bread
Resting by the crystal clear water
Or floating on it
Here I am.
Rachel S. 6th grade
Comments:
The position of the words are like water, without fixed shapes, all over the place, here and there, making it unique.
I know I was really pathetic with all those crap comments, but it was when I was still young, and I was forced to do it so I sort of did it reluctantly, and the result was pretty much as pathetic as that.
Also recently changed to playlist back to the songs that were listed as 'Favorites'. Indeed, those are really good. Somehow, they're nostalgic too. One day in the future I'll look back and realise how dumb I have been. *smiles slightly*
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