Poems

I am not a poetess or anything, but it is something that I really want to share with you guys. It is time to shine this blog a bit. So, if you have time, please read it and don't forget to comment on it too. Some of them don't have titles, so maybe, you could help me a bit to find one?

4 Ametis
There was once a class,
That was full of boys,
And somehow not near half of girls,
And this group of people called themselves,
4 Ametis.
A class between two other classes.

The monitor was a responsible boy,
named Amar,
The assistant was a girl,
just a simple girl,
named me.
Both of us work together,
to keep the somewhat loving,
could be responsible,
and very sure smart-ass class,
well...together!

We are all sixteen year old teenagers,
Who were going to take SPM,
next year,
and for somehow,
we end up together in pure science class,
and so, without further ado,
we wok hard as the horse rides with the wind,
You have to know though,
Pure Science,
it's very,
very, very,
hard.

And somehow through life,
we move on,
we went on,
even though contempt, hatred, and jealousy,
it's there,
I bet everybody,
wear the name '4 Ametis.'
with pride.

Untitled

Murmur...Murmur...
of people and cars, 
as I sat alone, in this grassy field.
Seeing the sky, 
Hearing the wind,
Grass brushing me.
I wonder and wonder,
I imagine and imagine,
as the world whirled around me.
The world turn into a soft murmur,
as I listen to the sounds of nature. 
I think and I pondered,
As the world turn into what I imagined.
And, I enveloped with joy and happiness.

Untitled also

Look and see,
The wonders of the world.
The magic, the unknown,
The people, the animals, the plants, the season.
Have you ever wonder?
Look and see,
and immersed into the magic, 
into the unknown,
Wake up! Wake up! WAKE UP!
Open your eyes, 
Perked up your ears,
Turn your frown,
and see the world of wonders with me...

Pinkly Snow

I was wondering away,
about pinkly snow,
The snow that is pink,
as the sun hits in the morning light,
as the sun rises after a shower in the night.

I was remembering away,
about pinkly mountains,
when the sun raise higher,
awakens the city,
as the sturdy mountains,
pink and blue, stood still in the background.

I was dreaming away,
to the white-pinkly trees,
covered in the white-pinkly snow,
glittered as crystals in the sunrise,
swaying slowly calmly in the breeze,

I was standing alone,
in a hot sunny day,
wondering, remembering, dreaming,
about the beauty of pinkly snow.



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