creative writing

Lesson 9&10 (poem 17) THE DREAM METAPHOR Fire is falling from the skies Everyone is running My mind tells me I may not make it to the golden city, but to the city of fire Many who think like me are weeping, i start to weep too I see humans with large wings, they are taking away those who will make it to the golden city I am so scared, i try to hide myself so that i am not thrown into the fire A man in a very huge throne talks at me, he yell my name many times He opens the book of right and wrong It seem i have done so much wrong than good The dark humans with huge wings take me near the fire Ohhh, i see humans who are alive but burning I don't want to burn like these ones, i scream so loud I will not burn, i will live

This is such a quiet community All i hear is the chirping of birds and the sound of other animals Everyone lives in their own beautiful self contain, with their unique names boldly printed. So this is what awaits man at the end of all our suffering. How i wish i will never live in a place where you never get to talk to a neighbor. It seem inevitable and it breaks my heart. I see a family who have come to say goodbye to their love one. The tears in their eyes look like they never want to leave, but they have to. The journey of no return, it will happen to us all.

                                                    CHAPTER EIGHT She grows in glory and beauty She is so beautiful, says everyone who sees her Her beauty and intelligence stands out among her peers She seems to be more matured than her age She is mummy and daddy and everyone's favorite She is a shinning star, always catching the eyes of whoever sees her Her smile alone make people wonder if she is straight from the heavens She will be a big star one day.

                                          Chapter seven poem Afterglow I opened the test paper and glance through the pagers The words and letters in the test begin to fly Where are the letters going i ask My brain is telling me it is a dream, but it seem to be real I can see my friend Meron who sits by me in class Everyone is busy writing but the words keep flying Now it looks like the words are coming back in place It is a tough one and i am so confused I look left and right but there can't be any help for me Ohh what a hard day I wish it was a dream but it is real.                        

                                                        WEEK THREE POEM                                                              THAT BAD DAY That bad day will surely come, That bad day is supposed to come for everyone That bad day when my mother calls my name and i don't respond That bad day when i lie done with my body cold and still That bad day when my children and love ones shed tears and scream but i never hear them That bad day when everyone feels sorry for me That bad day when i bring everything to an end That bad day when no one gets to hear from me again That bad day will surely come.

                                                        INTRODUCTORY POEM Name: MOSY BOATENG SOBOTMANBYEG I like green, that is my favorite. Driving with Ama, my best friend since high school. Mirror, hat, yellow dress, green shoes, coat, necklace, watch, snow boots. Faster, we need to hurry to school. Mirror makes my morning routine easy Orange makes my skin clear Show me your, and i will show you my boots Bring my green boots for my big party Yellow shoes are good for summer parties Beware of Ama my friend Offensive words hurt Address issues with your family Talk quietly when i am driving Everything i do will be perfectly good Going to school is my best times