Cats are furry,
some are not.
Some take journeys
and travel a lot.
If you see a cat,
give her a gentle pat
‘cause it’s a natural
thing to do.
Your dreams will all come true.
And that is why I like you.
Cats are furry,
some are not.
Some take journeys
and travel a lot.
If you see a cat,
give her a gentle pat
‘cause it’s a natural
thing to do.
Your dreams will all come true.
And that is why I like you.
One day I was walking by a river.
I saw a big bird,
It was tall and skinny
And very, very silly.
Never like a bird I have seen before.
Never seen a bird like that before.
No wonder people say birds are so interesting.
If you seek for me
the pond is where I’ll be.
You may think I’ll start to yawn
but I will not even though
it is already dawn.
As I look at my reflection
don’t ask me a single question.
If you see me
don’t fear
as you see
I’m happy here!
I think this poem piece
Needs to increase
It needs more words
Coming in herds
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m reaching the stars
Which are further than Mars
I think this writing
Needs more of a sighting
Like a holiday in your head
Like every book I’ve read
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m faster than cars
I’m getting very far!
I think these words
Need to fly like birds
I can’t stop rhyming things
Which gives this poem a little ding!
Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m stronger than lions that go raaarr,
And that’s the end of my poem, ta-da!
I stepped on a stick,
Held it, threw it quick,
Did that and that for years,
I reached in everyone’s ears.
I the Javelin throw champion,
Was once poor and sad,
But I focused, made history and
My Nation became glad!
Fun unaccepted,
Unexpected,
Standing, winning in Tokyo Olympics,
Opponent’s ear picks.
I became the first person to win a medal at Javelin,
I became a warrior battlin’,
I am NEERAJ CHOPRA…
We’ve all been there before
A fruitless day
Where your page is white and unblemished
And you think for any way at all
To fill it up
Doodling and scribbling, then in a rush
Trying to do some work
Before your insides turn to mush
When your work is handed in
Your teacher is not fazed
By all the messy jottings
Kind of like a maze
They grab a coffee
And pick it apart, bit by bit
They are long unrewarded
When, at last they hit
Upon it, with hours of hard work
They forget about their aching head
And they hurl it in joy…
And nothing more is said.
A raven and a dove,
Never meant to be.
Running off in dreams,
Escaping reality.
A murder, a mad hatter,
A martyr and a monarch.
The prophecy was written,
Leaving one in the dark.
A mission started,
A queen’s heart for a selfish boy.
A mission uncompleted,
A white rose that’d ruin another’s joy.
A tea party like no other,
Hats with dark power.
An offer to be rejected,
Leaving a face sour.
A broken heart,
A forbidden love.
A martyr and a monarch,
A raven and a dove.
The star outside my window
Shines really bright,
A shooting star’s fiery rays
Can whoosh across the night,
Make a wish, hold tight,
They say
Think about your dream,
Dream that you would fly to space,
Soaring like a kite
Race on Saturn’s rings,
Jump on Mercury’s rocky hills,
Hide inside the Moon’s craters,
Drive at speed on the bumpy lanes of Mars
Use your imagination,
Look up at the stars,
They are like a thousand tiny fish,
Swimming their way out fast.
A shooting star’s fiery rays
Can whoosh across the night,
Quicker than an aeroplane,
Soaring like a kite