some have abundance of love while others lack we take love but we don't give back
faith is the source of success it is the force that motivates us
death will come we can't escape terrifying to some but it is just another path
laziness is inherited laziness is cultivated laziness targets teachers as well as students when teachers are lazy they don't teach when students are lazy we still hear them preach
Not a promise we’ll never fulfill. But a miracle waiting to happen.
It’s the bridge across dangerous waters, the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Dreams are the cousins of talents, Which everyone possess but few make use of.
Most have dreams like paint on the wall, Peeling and dulls in colour with age.
Many have those which are fragile, Easily crushed by failure.
Some however, Have dreams that cannot succeed without failure.
A crushed dream is agonizing but not the most, A fulfilled dream however, Is something an elation no one can fully describe.
So let your dreams take flight. Sparkle in the sky like the brightest star, Bringing light to your darkest nights.
not exactly nice cos it's more of a short essay than a poem cos i simply typed it in. yup, BYE MISS CHANDRAN(sp?) and erm and an early MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ong Hong Zhang Copyrights 2008 Offical trademark **** Trespassers will be shot.
A magic made by melody, it seems to flow through me.
Now i turn and seek into your journey,
As i would like, for once, believe in something. Neither mystical, nor a fantasy. But merely, what death has done to you. Reason simple, because no one knew, the intensity of the pain, overwhelmed within me.
A fresh start in my next breath, something only men of incredulous despair will resort to. The belief currently held with me, that i will be free of tears, In years to come.
To love is to yearn, for no matter how strong, you'll be filled with sorrows.
Fiona Soh ------------------------
Dearest teacher, thanks for the sweets & choco(s) we got today! :D
P.s, why don't you just consider coming back to bbss after you come back from overseas? (MORE SWEETS!)
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Listen, mother, as the clock ticks! Isn’t it beautiful, it’s melody assuring? Slow and stable, ever comforting.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. Listen to the rhythm of time, time, time. A tidal wave pushing us ahead, Never looking back again.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. What a melancholy air it cast Forceful, mercilessly ushering us Into a new age without So much as a backward glance
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. how I hate that wrathful sound my back is aching, my skin wrinkled feeble and brittle, my life cruelly crumbling into dust
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock. mocking sneering scorning laughing as I drew my final breath and passed away from this mortal plane
Buildings erode and nature decay Men perish and planets fade Yet time still continue on its merry way Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
Answer the questions below. Give evidence from the poem to support your answer.
a) Using Newton's second law of thermodynamics and taking into consideration the reasons for Hitler's rise to power, explain why monkeys are sometimes red but never blue. Leave your answer in the form of dY/dX.[25]
b) What is the color of George Washington's favorite white horse? [25]
Bye Ms Chandran. I had a great time learning in your lessons. Shocking, I know.
(if this silence means anything at all) it is the lull between half- shadows and the dawn; the pause before feet touch gravel; the moment before an alarmclockcat awakens: the third hand of a salvador dali clock suspended in nonmovement. it is the morninglight pallor of your skin in slumber; my fingers teasing the redbrown curls of the dog’s coat, awake and offering the morning news- paper still concretecold from the doorstep.
close the curtains, end it layers of life wearing thin now. close his eyes, to realise, he's become the victimized now.
and now the day has come, pay for all the bad things he done.
it's gonna take him, he knows the tragedy he's been through hell and back turn it off, lay to sleep we fear our worst as, the clocks tick, hearts explode
he forgets the pain in his mind, expel thoughts he had confined. feeling a bed of calmness, with skin cool as ice in the night.
heres my overdue work which u wont have to mark. will miss u (:
The agony; He thrives on attention, Aroused, many feel.
Clang! They hastened their steps – Alas! There He was With the source of provocation, Shrouded beneath layers of depth, Heaved away. The agony.
Pitiful beggar, Circling roadways, debris clinging And then He came along Like all before Him, He said, I’ll return it soon. Abruptly, the beggar choked Landing face-first, Rolling a round, he gargles – Silence. He lay, forgotten.
The agony. His mirth deafening, The agony. _______________________
Guess the personified inanimate object: GATUMYIBI <= Look, an anagram!
Well, it had been a pleasure to be a student of yours (even if it’s a mere term). Drop by and amuse us, will you? You owe movies – to watch in class. Cheerio.
14 comments:
TITLE: THE POEM
some have abundance of love
while others lack
we take love
but we don't give back
faith is the source
of success
it is the force
that motivates us
death will come
we can't escape
terrifying to some
but it is just another path
laziness is inherited
laziness is cultivated
laziness targets teachers
as well as students
when teachers are lazy
they don't teach
when students are lazy
we still hear them preach
P.S dunl laugh at this, as i am not a born poet.
done by: leon
copyright leon's poems company
Kites
The Kite is in the sky
Light and free
Yet, restrained and tied down
You tug and pull
Harder and harder
But he only gets further away
When you finally release it
It falls down towards the ground
Back to your side
Kellie Shae [19] 3E2
Title:
(Haven't thought of one)
If you worry and ask me how,
Oh I remember and I’ll laugh
Half dozen years gone, but I remember,
Still the boy with laugher, telling me to remember
The draught I gave him, was music
Of the pulley and the rope, and I tear, it was sweet
Weep, weep, I tear, and he reminds me,
To gaze at the stars, he will be there
Telling me, he has a gift for me, and he laughs,
Wish I never forget that laughter, he laughs
Saying that, to me, me and only mine
Will have the stars that laugh
And look into the stars, and I laugh,
For you, you with me will laugh
Holding back him, he reminds
Me not to come for once about his rose
It’s the most beautiful and saddest memory.
In Desert, Oh I remember, only waits for the boy
Le petit prince
I remember, the Little Prince
this is a poem based on the storybook, The Little Prince By Saint - Exupery..........
i know this poem isn't that great..
i'm not borned poet either..
anyway, i'm satisfied...
haha
Kim Ji A (Jeaa)
3e2'08 #11
Dreams
Not a promise we’ll never fulfill.
But a miracle waiting to happen.
It’s the bridge across dangerous waters,
the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
Dreams are the cousins of talents,
Which everyone possess but few make use of.
Most have dreams like paint on the wall,
Peeling and dulls in colour with age.
Many have those which are fragile,
Easily crushed by failure.
Some however,
Have dreams that cannot succeed without failure.
A crushed dream is agonizing but not the most,
A fulfilled dream however,
Is something an elation no one can fully describe.
So let your dreams take flight.
Sparkle in the sky like the brightest star,
Bringing light to your darkest nights.
not exactly nice cos it's more of a short essay than a poem cos i simply typed it in. yup, BYE MISS CHANDRAN(sp?) and erm and an early MERRY CHRISTMAS!
Ong Hong Zhang
Copyrights 2008
Offical trademark ****
Trespassers will be shot.
survivors will be shot again.
A magic made by melody,
it seems to flow through me.
Now i turn and seek into your journey,
As i would like, for once, believe in something.
Neither mystical, nor a fantasy.
But merely,
what death has done to you.
Reason simple, because no one knew,
the intensity of the pain, overwhelmed within me.
A fresh start in my next breath,
something only men of incredulous despair will resort to.
The belief currently held with me,
that i will be free of tears,
In years to come.
To love is to yearn,
for no matter how strong,
you'll be filled with sorrows.
Fiona Soh
------------------------
Dearest teacher, thanks for the sweets & choco(s) we got today! :D
P.s, why don't you just consider coming back to bbss after you come back from overseas? (MORE SWEETS!)
Time
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
Listen, mother, as the clock ticks!
Isn’t it beautiful, it’s melody assuring?
Slow and stable, ever comforting.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
Listen to the rhythm of time, time, time.
A tidal wave pushing us ahead,
Never looking back again.
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
What a melancholy air it cast
Forceful, mercilessly ushering us
Into a new age without
So much as a backward glance
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
how I hate that wrathful sound
my back is aching, my skin wrinkled
feeble and brittle, my life
cruelly crumbling into dust
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
mocking sneering scorning
laughing as I drew my final breath
and passed away
from this mortal plane
Buildings erode and nature decay
Men perish and planets fade
Yet time still continue on its merry way
Tick, Tock, Tick, Tock.
Answer the questions below. Give evidence from the poem to support your answer.
a) Using Newton's second law of thermodynamics and taking into consideration the reasons for Hitler's rise to power, explain why monkeys are sometimes red but never blue. Leave your answer in the form of dY/dX.[25]
b) What is the color of George Washington's favorite white horse? [25]
Bye Ms Chandran. I had a great time learning in your lessons. Shocking, I know.
six a.m.
(if this silence means
anything at all) it is
the lull between half-
shadows and the dawn;
the pause before feet
touch gravel; the
moment before an
alarmclockcat awakens:
the third hand of a salvador
dali clock suspended in
nonmovement.
it is the morninglight
pallor of your skin in slumber;
my fingers teasing
the redbrown curls of
the dog’s coat, awake and
offering the morning news-
paper still concretecold from
the doorstep.
(you stir, softly, still in your dreams.)
It's long long away
Far far away
It's through the woods and forest
you'll see the mystical pain
Deep, deep inside
Somewhat it hides
the sorrow you gave
to me all day
I do not worry,
I do not mind.
For you are the one
who made known to me
the agony of pain
the tragic of solemn
Eternity this seems
Mirthless it'd be
Your coat,
your touch,
your oath,
shall be my august sacrifice.
zhiting(18) 3e2o8!
MS CHANDRAN! YOU ROCK MAN!
I WILL MISS YOU!!!!!!! :D:D
SERIOUSLY!! :P
A familiar face,
a special smile.
Saved for me,
until next time.
I waited for him
with bated breath.
A sip of coffee,
a bite of bread.
I looked across
and he waved.
His hand up
and he smiled.
A screech of tyres,
a burst of sound.
Our lives were over before it even began.
______________________
bloody hell. why does everyone's poem sound so...complex?!
MS CHANDRAN!!!
damn,I'll miss you TONS!
Shreya(:
close the curtains, end it
layers of life wearing thin now.
close his eyes, to realise,
he's become the victimized now.
and now the day has come,
pay for all the bad things he done.
it's gonna take him, he knows the tragedy
he's been through hell and back
turn it off, lay to sleep
we fear our worst as,
the clocks tick, hearts explode
he forgets the pain in his mind,
expel thoughts he had confined.
feeling a bed of calmness,
with skin cool as ice in the night.
heres my overdue work which u wont have to mark. will miss u (:
qinli
The agony;
He thrives on attention,
Aroused, many feel.
Clang! They hastened their steps –
Alas! There He was
With the source of provocation,
Shrouded beneath layers of depth,
Heaved away.
The agony.
Pitiful beggar,
Circling roadways, debris clinging
And then He came along
Like all before Him, He said,
I’ll return it soon.
Abruptly, the beggar choked
Landing face-first,
Rolling a round, he gargles –
Silence. He lay, forgotten.
The agony.
His mirth deafening,
The agony.
_______________________
Guess the personified inanimate object:
GATUMYIBI <= Look, an anagram!
Well, it had been a pleasure to be a student of yours (even if it’s a mere term). Drop by and amuse us, will you? You owe movies – to watch in class.
Cheerio.
- Dj.
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yes,, definately...
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