My Childhood Christmas Eve

The time is coming, I really wish it were here,

The very best time in the whole of the year,

I'm counting each day on my fingers and thumbs,

The weeks that must pass before Santa Claus comes. 

Then when the first snowflakes begin to come down,

And the wind whistles sharp and the branches are brown,

I'll not mind the cold, though my fingers it numbs,

For it brings the time nearer when Santa Claus comes.

Free Poem – Cloudy Day

The day is cold, dark and gloomy,

It rains, and the wind is never weary;

The vine still clings to the mouldering wall,

But at every gust the dead leaves fall,

And the day is dark and dreary.

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary;

It rains,and the wind is never weary;

My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past,

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast,

And the days are dark and dreary.

Be still, sad heart, and cease repining;

Behind the clouds is the sun still shining;

Thy fate is the common fate of all,

Into each life some rain must fall,

Some days must be dark and dreary.

Cinquain

Friendship

Precious, gift

Brightness gloomy moments

Sharing and caring each other

Friend

Football

Defensive, Attacking

Dribbling towards goal

Full power, he shoots

GOAL !

Diamante

TV

Boring, Predictable

Sells, Preaches, Teaches

Words, Pictures, Sounds, Action

Entertains, Thrills, Kills

Thoughtful,  Meaningful

Movie

Students

Creative, Funny

Annoying, Thinking, Playing

Pens, Bikes, Books, Pencils

Laughing, Talking, Helping

Happy, Angry

Teachers

A poem from ‘Dead Poet Society’

 Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?

 Thou art more lovely and more temperate:

 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

 And summer's lease hath all too short a date:

 Sometimes too hot the eye of heaven shines,

 And often is his gold complexion dimmed;

 And every fair from fair sometimes declines,

 By chance or nature's changing course untrimmed;

 But thy eternal summer shall not fade,

 Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;

 Nor shall death brag thou wander'st in his shade,

 When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:

 So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,

 So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

I’m young enough... I’m old enough…

I’m young enough to mingle.

I’m old enough to single,

I’m young enough to afford Kenari

I’m old enough to have Ferrari,

Acrostic Poem

Eirfaan

Is

Realistic

Funny

Amiable

And
Nice

From north to the south,

On the train of consequences,

On the plain of consequences,

This is the biggest ever match,

Between the two giant teams in Europe,

A winner is the winner,

Let's do it!

Let's do it!