Books, Food, Dance and Travel
Since I’m now in Chennai, I decided to write a poem about my how wonderful it is to be back. This poem’s style is called Tricubes. The only rules are that each line should have 3 syllables, each stanza should have 3 lines, and each poem should have 3 stanzas. Therefore it is perfectly balanced with threes. I hope you enjoy!
My home in
Chennai, a
safe haven
A place to
be free with
no regrets
Surrounded
by people
who I love
What’s a place that you can escape to and will always feel safe in?
Recently, we went to New Mexico and visited many National Parks (as well as a state park). My favorite had to be White Sands National Park. The setting was beautiful and eerie and the look of the shining white dunes isn’t one I’ll forget any time soon. This is a poem I wrote inspired by the wildlife at White Sands. I hope you enjoy!
Sand Dunes
Don’t stay the same
They shift, flow, fall
With the everchanging Winds
always changing, always moving
Soaptree Yuccas
Keep their stem tall
So they never get swallowed by the dunes
They learn to say goodbye
For as each dune passes, they die
The Bleached Earless Lizard
Camouflages with its pale, pale skin
It scurries about the desert sands
Blending in with the pale, pale dunes
It really is a master of disguise
Darkling Beetles also called Stinkbugs
Stay the odd one out
They don’t try to blend in,
But to instead, to stand out
It is protected for both the sun’s rays and any predators
White Sands National Park
a biodiverse, stable ecosystem
Filled with creatures of every type
A marvelous adventure
And an amazing ride
Have you been to any National Parks? If yes, which ones are your favorite?
Recently in my English class, we have been writing a poem for the Peace Festival in our school. This year, for the Peace Festival, our theme is A Healthy World. I hope you enjoy my poem!
Where is the world?
Is it crumbling away,
hidden in a corner?
Cobwebs, thick and dusty
littering the surface?
Where is the world?
Is it falling apart
as we humans pick, poke, and prod at it?
Are chunks of rock and dirt and earth
breaking off, falling through space soundlessly?
Where is the world?
Is it disappearing, melting away
because of our actions?
Drops of blue and green
mixing together as they fall?
But…
Is the world getting better?
Is it being restored
from the actions of the new generation?
Are the plants blooming again,
opening up their buds of pink, yellow, red?
Is the world getting better?
Is it slowly rising up,
shaking off the sludge we have covered it with?
Can you see the clear waters,
glittering from the sun?
Is the world getting better?
Is it getting ready to shine
no longer polluted?
Do you see the white, cotton ball clouds,
blissfully floating by?
We are bringing back the world
Just as we have with the many species
Brought back from the brink of extinction
Haven’t you seen the towering trees, frigid waters?
Hopefully one day,
the world will be better
And hopefully one day,
the world will rise up
Hopefully one day, one time,
You and I will stand and look up
And marvel at the peaceful sky, the cotton ball clouds
The towering trees, the springtime plants
And we will survive.
Bridges are a marvelous thing
Sometimes magical and mystical
Sometimes unnerving
Used to transport things
One point to another
Maybe because we don’t have wings
Strands of wire, rock, or steel
Beautiful designs and
Colors too! From orange to teal
Amazing things, so many ways
To create a brand new design
I must give praise
Page upon page upon page
From all around the world
The paper is their stage
Pages worn and curled
All of the colors, red to white
The cards still unfurled
All of them are a marvelous sight
Full of beauty and dazzle, uniqueness and more
The date and giver written to the right
On one a monument, on another a bookstore
Even more with jungles and houses
And even a beach shore
The postcards are diverse, every color and size
They truly are the most elite prize
This poem is written in the form of a Terza Rima! This type of poem is originally Italian and follows a unique rhyming pattern (aba bcb cdc, etc.) I hope you liked my terza rima!
10 little balls
Filled with water and food coloring I see red, pink, orange, blue, and moreA little tag is attached to them
With a temperature Ranging from 96 degrees to 60A simple thermometer
Easy to use Read the temperature tag on the last floating ball and Voila! That’s the temperatureBlankets of snow cover the ground
Millions of people with their power out
Houses and trees and cars all covered in ice
Doesn’t feel great, but looks somewhat nice.
People without water, their pipes have burst
No price gouging is a rule that has been enforced
There is a boil water notice on all tap water
I hope that it soon gets hotter
We all sing America,
The future dancers, teachers, and musicians.
We all sing America,
We are here to protect and defend our culture,
no matter where we came from, because
We all sing America
the Indians, Japanese, and Australians
We all sing America
the land which keeps us free
We all sing America
everyone who lives here
We all sing America
and we stand together for everyone to see
I wrote this poem as a part of my WITS writing camp. Happy July 4th to everyone!❤🤍💙
This week, I attended the WITS poetry workshop, which Joshua Nguyen taught. We learned about haibuns (poems which have a paragraph in the beginning and a haiku at the end) and got a chance to write our own. I had so much fun with this and this is my haibun.
I wrote my haibun about a longing to be at the beach.
There is a longing inside of me to see a beautiful blue-green sea, slowly fading into dark blue. I wish to have my feet buried into the warm sand while a book captures my attention. I wish to be where trees line the background and I can sit peacefully with an ice-cream cone. I want to hear the shouts and joy of kids, but still live in my own world of tranquility. I want to relax in the shade of a tree while still staying warm, courtesy of the sun peeping through the branches. I wish to be as relaxed as I was there and never care for anything in the world.
I want to see the
wondrous ocean again
and relax, happy
What are you longing for during social distancing?
Teachers are always
there for you and help you learn
I love my teachers
I hope we can keep
in touch and I will always
look up to you, thanks
Teachers help when you
fall down and can’t get back up
Thank you so, so much
I hope you stay safe
and I will never forget you
I miss you a lot
