Who provides me with the opportunity,
To find out how another person lives?
A friend does
Who provides me with the opportunity,
To find out another person’s interests?
A friend does
Who makes the gruelling school experience
A whole lot more bearable for me?
A friend does
Who Shares with me,
All of their fun?
A friend does
Who cheers me up
When skies are grey?
A friend does
Who gives me a helping hand
When I have a problem to deal with?
A friend does
Who offers me someone to care about
Who also cares about me?
A friend
Written by Maxim Sheko
Comment by 7english — October 22, 2007 @ 11:35 pm
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STORIES
Unbeknownst to us a story starts every day
With the world as their stage
So watch the poor man work
And see the corrupt man swindle
Find the poor man and find his truth
Listen to the corrupt man and hear his lies
Lift the veil of the world and find
One story in Millions…
by Max Myers
Comment by 7english — October 24, 2007 @ 4:32 am
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Music – By Daniel Ridolfi
I was there, dressed tidy and neat,
Waiting for the conductor to signal the beat.
The show began and the music was grand,
It was so amazing to hear. It wasn’t all rowdy, like a rock band.
The music was so beautiful; it’s too hard to explain,
It’s something I love to hear, and I would never complain.
The singer entered the stage, and her voice was crystal clear,
The notes came out and they’ll always stay in my ear.
Before I knew it, the beautiful sound had come to an end.
It was time to go home, oh what a weekend!
Comment by 7english — October 24, 2007 @ 8:21 am
| Reply
Death & Memories
By Yuta
I came to a field vast and white.
All I see was sadness and blue,
I lift my head to see a darker blue.
I felt sadness even now.
The plain above me had shades of white.
The cloud shaped like someone I knew.
Leaving grey shadow along its way
I was eager to touch the white.
I was reminded of a friendly person
He cared about me long ago
He died without me with no warning.
Where I cried for hours and hours.
A Month later I went to Japan
Where I met my old friend
Last time I saw him he was with me.
But he lay there cold as stone
I remember times on the snow
Teaching me about the plains of white
He taught me how to ski and skate
He taught me how to have fun.
But He did not teach me why he left me
He did not teach me where he went.
He did not teach whether or not it was my fault
He did not teach me how to overcome this sudden sadness.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:37 am
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Sweet Music – Sean Woo
Sweet music reaches my ears,
I smile gratefully.
I ignore the world’s cacophony
All I want is music, pure music.
I feel the joy rush through me,
As I listen for the violin solo.
Then I feel the emotions,
Run through my mind.
I sit back comfortably,
And close my eyes.
I see colours of blue and green,
Yellow and red soar and mix across the black sky.
As a new harmony starts to play,
More colours join the four.
However, as a new melody takes place,
They falter, they glide, they rise, and they fall.
They represent my emotions,
As the song varies from time to time.
They glide and rise when the joyous part plays,
And they falter and fall when a saddening part plays.
Now the song is close to the cadence,
And the colours in my mind start to fade.
I see them, behind closed eyes, fade until black,
And now, I open my eyes.
The music has ended,
But it doesn’t bother me.
Not in the very slightest,
Because music, sweet music has reached my ears.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:37 am
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Your poems are lovely. I log in regularly to have a read, well done year 7. I hope you are enjoying publishing your words to the world.
My heart pumping
My blood rushing.
This race of 100 meters
Nervous as ever `
Drinking forever
And hoping for good weather
Waiting behind the race line
Waiting for the gun to fire
Waiting to achieve higher
Waiting for smell of victory
Waiting for the big push.
The gun click, we rush ourselves to the finish line.
Am I first? Am I going well?
Rushing then waiting for the sign.
Cheers and shouts surrounding me
As I cross the finish line. Victory was mine.
Nixon
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am
| Reply
Play on
Written by Maxim Sheko
There are many genres and instruments
In music
If you don’t like one, you can switch to another
Because there’s a huge range
In music there are melodies
They have the lovely tune
There are also harmonies
Which help create an atmosphere
Music is very religious
It can be used in church
For weddings, funerals, christenings
And on the Sunday service
Music is a team sport
You can make a lot of friends
Especially when you are together
In a rehearsal room
It can immerse you deeply
And it’s really quite a lot of fun
Especially when you are with
Your friend on Saturday afternoon
Music tells you stories
And creates images in your head
So when you listen you can have
A video inside your head
In music you express
The emotions you are feeling
When you’re feeling happy, sad or scared
You put it into music
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am
| Reply
WAR IS HELL
War can unite a country
But destroy a world
From the green hell of the jungle
To the harsh heat of the desert
To a burning city
War can be anywhere
In a war the dead and living come face to face
Every day can be your last
Every movement can be the END
Killed by a man you have never even met
But the one thing it creates is ….
MATESHIP
When you are out in the middle of a firefight
A man doesn’t fight for
His country
His family
Or their leaders on TV
He fight for his mates
This Great Poem WAR IS HELL Is By ADAM
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 2:04 am
| Reply
A friend does
Who provides me with the opportunity,
To find out how another person lives?
A friend does
Who provides me with the opportunity,
To find out another person’s interests?
A friend does
Who makes the gruelling school experience
A whole lot more bearable for me?
A friend does
Who Shares with me,
All of their fun?
A friend does
Who cheers me up
When skies are grey?
A friend does
Who gives me a helping hand
When I have a problem to deal with?
A friend does
Who offers me someone to care about
Who also cares about me?
A friend
Written by Maxim Sheko
Comment by 7english — October 22, 2007 @ 11:35 pm |
STORIES
Unbeknownst to us a story starts every day
With the world as their stage
So watch the poor man work
And see the corrupt man swindle
Find the poor man and find his truth
Listen to the corrupt man and hear his lies
Lift the veil of the world and find
One story in Millions…
by Max Myers
Comment by 7english — October 24, 2007 @ 4:32 am |
Music – By Daniel Ridolfi
I was there, dressed tidy and neat,
Waiting for the conductor to signal the beat.
The show began and the music was grand,
It was so amazing to hear. It wasn’t all rowdy, like a rock band.
The music was so beautiful; it’s too hard to explain,
It’s something I love to hear, and I would never complain.
The singer entered the stage, and her voice was crystal clear,
The notes came out and they’ll always stay in my ear.
Before I knew it, the beautiful sound had come to an end.
It was time to go home, oh what a weekend!
Comment by 7english — October 24, 2007 @ 8:21 am |
Death & Memories
By Yuta
I came to a field vast and white.
All I see was sadness and blue,
I lift my head to see a darker blue.
I felt sadness even now.
The plain above me had shades of white.
The cloud shaped like someone I knew.
Leaving grey shadow along its way
I was eager to touch the white.
I was reminded of a friendly person
He cared about me long ago
He died without me with no warning.
Where I cried for hours and hours.
A Month later I went to Japan
Where I met my old friend
Last time I saw him he was with me.
But he lay there cold as stone
I remember times on the snow
Teaching me about the plains of white
He taught me how to ski and skate
He taught me how to have fun.
But He did not teach me why he left me
He did not teach me where he went.
He did not teach whether or not it was my fault
He did not teach me how to overcome this sudden sadness.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:37 am |
Sweet Music – Sean Woo
Sweet music reaches my ears,
I smile gratefully.
I ignore the world’s cacophony
All I want is music, pure music.
I feel the joy rush through me,
As I listen for the violin solo.
Then I feel the emotions,
Run through my mind.
I sit back comfortably,
And close my eyes.
I see colours of blue and green,
Yellow and red soar and mix across the black sky.
As a new harmony starts to play,
More colours join the four.
However, as a new melody takes place,
They falter, they glide, they rise, and they fall.
They represent my emotions,
As the song varies from time to time.
They glide and rise when the joyous part plays,
And they falter and fall when a saddening part plays.
Now the song is close to the cadence,
And the colours in my mind start to fade.
I see them, behind closed eyes, fade until black,
And now, I open my eyes.
The music has ended,
But it doesn’t bother me.
Not in the very slightest,
Because music, sweet music has reached my ears.
Comment by 7english — October 25, 2007 @ 12:37 am |
Your poems are lovely. I log in regularly to have a read, well done year 7. I hope you are enjoying publishing your words to the world.
Comment by helenm — October 27, 2007 @ 10:13 am |
The race
My heart pumping
My blood rushing.
This race of 100 meters
Nervous as ever `
Drinking forever
And hoping for good weather
Waiting behind the race line
Waiting for the gun to fire
Waiting to achieve higher
Waiting for smell of victory
Waiting for the big push.
The gun click, we rush ourselves to the finish line.
Am I first? Am I going well?
Rushing then waiting for the sign.
Cheers and shouts surrounding me
As I cross the finish line. Victory was mine.
Nixon
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am |
Play on
Written by Maxim Sheko
There are many genres and instruments
In music
If you don’t like one, you can switch to another
Because there’s a huge range
In music there are melodies
They have the lovely tune
There are also harmonies
Which help create an atmosphere
Music is very religious
It can be used in church
For weddings, funerals, christenings
And on the Sunday service
Music is a team sport
You can make a lot of friends
Especially when you are together
In a rehearsal room
It can immerse you deeply
And it’s really quite a lot of fun
Especially when you are with
Your friend on Saturday afternoon
Music tells you stories
And creates images in your head
So when you listen you can have
A video inside your head
In music you express
The emotions you are feeling
When you’re feeling happy, sad or scared
You put it into music
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 1:48 am |
WAR IS HELL
War can unite a country
But destroy a world
From the green hell of the jungle
To the harsh heat of the desert
To a burning city
War can be anywhere
In a war the dead and living come face to face
Every day can be your last
Every movement can be the END
Killed by a man you have never even met
But the one thing it creates is ….
MATESHIP
When you are out in the middle of a firefight
A man doesn’t fight for
His country
His family
Or their leaders on TV
He fight for his mates
This Great Poem WAR IS HELL Is By ADAM
Comment by 7english — October 31, 2007 @ 2:04 am |