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    Creative Poems

    We had to do poems for homework at my British Literature class, id didn't matter if they rhymed or not, mine doesn't:p

    ok here is a poem that we had to write that starts the same as the "Tale of the Sea" but i had to write for my own fears and...

    Time of Fear
    This tale is true and mine.
    It tells a terrible, perilous and fearful
    time in my life. Because of our president's
    laxity, a country turned to chaos within a
    year.I saw parents fraught with worry and
    frustration. The crises in this
    small country led adolescents own guns.
    These ignorant gangsters, didn't even know
    the proper use of a gun. Shooting through
    the sky they thought it was for fun, little
    did they know that many accidents were about
    to come. The skies darkened, everything
    seemed so gloomy at night. Shooting noises
    were incessant and loud every night and
    every daylight. Praying every night for my
    family to be all right, and praying that
    every person in this country to be safe, and
    the killing, kidnapping, and stealing could
    stop. Fortunately it did stop, but I will
    never forget this horrible event in my life.

    here is one that we had to make a character and describe the character as Geffret Chaucer did in Cantebury Tales

    The Orphan
    There was an orphan little girl named Mary,
    with a mouthful of blueberries. All she did
    was eat blueberries. She was clever for her
    young age. She was inquired about her
    parents all the time, and every time she
    mourned deeply inside. She wore old ragged
    clothes, her black shoes had each an hole.
    She had brown hair and eyes and looked like
    she has been homeless a long time. Kind,
    gregarious and helpful she was. When it came
    to money her friendly personality would
    increase as possibly.A good story teller she
    was, when money was afforded to her.
    Being rich was her goal. Disparaging rich
    people though was her fun at any cost.
    Going to church she didn't care much.
    Overworking made her look old. But inside
    she was a child left alone in this unfair
    world.
    I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.

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    !! I am not in Love !! Maska e Englander
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    Very nice one!
    I am just a simple girl in a simple town!

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    Cool Ones:)
    What we do does not define who we are. What defines who we are, is how we rise when we fall!!

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    Vey nice !!
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    thank you

    xxxx
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    PEDAGOG Maska e Pyes_Lotin
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    ..Komplimente Ana..!
    Jam JETUS jo TREGUS!.

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    faleminderit Pyes Lotin :)

    p.s: uhh sa i le zecem eshte bebushi ne avatar
    I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.

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    *LiViNg To LoVe MySeLf* Maska e **Jonushka**
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    great poems!!!congrats hon!!!
    Ciao ;)
    Ci sono due giorni in cui io non penso mai.......IERI e DOMANI......

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    thank you sweety :)
    muahh
    I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.

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    what grade did u get for the poems, if u font mind me asking?
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    92 not bad, though i thought i would get an 80 because i suck at creating poems, and they don't rhyme but they teacher said that doesn't have to rhyme... so i went for it lol
    I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.

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    92% rite?
    Thats cool ;) hope u get 100 next time (K)
    What we do does not define who we are. What defines who we are, is how we rise when we fall!!

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    I didnt know that u would become a poet as well, coz chinese arent dat gud at dis. anywayz its very good.

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    ok duhet te benim ne Biritish Literature, nje Love poem, prandaj me imagjinaten time :P e bera

    Remembrance
    I was a child and so was he,
    innocent, and hyper I was indeed.
    He on the other hand, was quite different from me.
    But this difference was what attracted him to me.
    His protection I admired, but his rebellious attitude
    made me feel unsafe, and often distant myself.
    I called him my friend, because that was what he
    called me too.
    As years passed I thought about my feelings and his.
    His jealousy, protectiveness and gifts,
    made me think, maybe he is in love with me.

    Is it just an infatuation,
    I often asked myself.
    I don't know if I love him,
    because I am too young for that.
    I don't know what love is.
    I thought to myself.
    Oh I just should get a girl friend,
    and forget about this guy who is driving me insane.

    As days past, things turned around.
    It was him who distanced himself,
    and started disappearing for a while.
    I missed him a lot, and thought of where was he.
    Than I saw him one day, blissful I started walking towards him.
    Than quickly a much older girl, appears and kisses him.

    I was shocked, and didn't know who she was.
    "maybe it's a cousin, or... or just a friend that I don't know?"
    He gave me an apologetic smile, and asked me
    how was I.
    What could I have said, I was about to cry.
    Unwillingly I said I was fine, and than turned around
    with tears in my eyes.
    I didn't want him to see me crying,
    So I quickly wiped my tears, and
    without looking at him, I said I had to go.
    Fraught with jealousy, and hurt, I started walking toward home.

    What was I thinking to have liked him.
    He is 3 years older, and I look like a child
    to him.
    I kept thinking of how stupid my feelings were.
    Why was I bothered by this, when I wanted
    not to care for him anymore.
    Now he is calling me sister, oh what a jerk.
    Who does he think he is... that intolerable ugly thing.
    I kept cursing, hating him more and more.
    But one day this all feelings were forgotten.
    I met a guy friend, who was quiet attractive.
    We started talking, about friends and family.
    He was a bit like me, and I thought he would
    be a great friend to me.
    I was right he proved to me a great friend indeed.
    He was respective to me, my friends and family.
    I considered him just a friend, but my first crush
    didn't think so. He kept nagging me and told me
    I shouldn't be friends with that guy anymore.
    I started yelling, and told him to leave me alone.
    He grabs my hand, kisses me on the forehead,
    "you know you are cute when you get mad."
    I stared at him still mad, thinking, "how dare he,
    complain and tell me what to do. I never mention
    his girlfriend, and I do not care to."

    I left without talking,
    and he saw that I was still mad.
    He wanted to follow me and apologize.
    But he knew I wouldn’t' tolerate that.
    As days passed, I didn't feel like talking to my new friend.
    And the guy that I liked, dumped his girlfriend.
    The bell rings all of a sudden.
    I open the door.
    He is stading outside in the rain.
    He intensly looks at me intensly with his beautiful blue eyes.
    And sweetly three words come out
    of his mouth "I am sorry Ana," reaching out his hand
    He hands me a banquet of red roses and leans to give me a hug.
    I kindly smile, warmly hug him and kiss him on the chick.
    I think he loves me, I thought for a second.
    Suddenly a note falls on the floor.
    "it comes with the flowers," he says shyly to me.
    Curiously I open it, and than I read it out loud.
    "I love you!" the three sweetest words
    I have been waiting to hear from him
    for quiet so long.
    From that day on, we always have been together,
    No matter what obsticles came in the way,
    We tried everything, to maintain the love that we have.
    Ndryshuar pėr herė tė fundit nga *~Rexhina~* : 22-04-2004 mė 18:51
    I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich.

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