April 12, 2006
ReflectionShiny glass surface
fragile yet wonderful
reflecting your face
elegent and beautiful
-Bonyoung K.
Knife
Sharp and gleaming sword
used for cooking to feed
but it can kill without a word
weapon or tool, it's your need
-Bonyoung K
Trouble with my alarm clock
My clock ringing at five to ten,
I ran hurriedly to school to face my angry teacher.
Running my best, I received my punishment.
In science class, I tripped,
dropping all my testubes which broke into countless shards of glass.
After school I thought the day was going to turn out okay,
Because my father had promised to meet me at the air port.
Impatiently waiting, I decided to look around the airport.
Instead, I got lost for three hours.
What a disasterous day!!
I feel as frustrated as an egg on a frying pen.
-Chanwoo K
-Chanwoo K
There once was a kind woman named Sun.
A boy named Chanwoo was her first son.
Chanwoo was bad indeed
But she helped him to succeed
To stop his brother from shooting a gun
-Chanwoo K
On a cold day in August
Found poem (Truman Capote, 1924- 1984, A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote)
-Chanwoo K
On a cold day in August
Found poem (Truman Capote, 1924- 1984, A Christmas Memory by Truman Capote)
The moon rises quite high,
Suffusing the house with darkness,
The window turns into a mirror,
Smooth as creek pebbles,
Reflections mingle with
The rising moon.
Caarackle!
Stalked with coal and firewood,
The Black stove sounds minature thunder
As it catches flame.
Nose-tingling odours saturate the kitchen.
Puffs of smoke drift out to the world.
I feel warm and sparky inside myself,
Carefree as the wind in the chimney.
My dancing shadow rolicks on the walls,
Wobbling like a drunkard's legs.
We giggle; as if unseen hands were tickling us.
Our cheery voices rock the chinaware
On a cold day in August.
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The man values his children
as much as the sky filled with endless stars.
To reach the stars,
The man must leave his children in darkness
But the stars shine so bright that greed
Withing the man can not refuse.
So he carries his children while reaching his hand out in futile attempts.
-Chanwoo K
-Chanwoo K
Chalk Board
White ghastly powders tracing down its length,
Hitting its bumpy dents like many holes on the surface of the moon,
Sometimes it sings of its loathsome screeching cries,
Wide in length and dark green coloured,
It is the teacher's sole companion along with the over-head.
-Chanwoo K
-Chanwoo K
posted by dudeswithpens @ 5:12 p.m.
1 Comments:
Very nice poems Chan and Bonyoung.
I liked the one about sun *specially!*
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