Poems

I just love to procrastinate
I call myself a master at it
I can hear the heartbeat of the clock
As time goes on, bit by bit

I love to delay the work
Minute by minute, as hours go by
Five minutes six times make half an hour
And detaining just makes the seconds die

I go slowly down the stairs
Step by step, for a snack
And as I nibble on it leisurely
I find that I need a drink from my backpack

After my throat is cooled down
And my unexpected hunger has died
I find that it is time to sleep
For it is really late
My homework lays forgotten on the desk
I just love to procrastinate!!

My world is bright
With different colors

Black
As sleek as a tuxedo
As shiny as polished shoes
Different shades of black in hair
Translucent as sunglasses

Orange
Sometimes, as soft as the sunset
With soft hues spreading in the sky
Sometimes, as bright as an orange
The color of tangerines
Covering the surface

Green
Light as the blades of grass
Rustling in the wind
Dark as the heads of trees
Which is covered in olive leaves
Sometimes a pleasing shade of lime
Bright as a guava

Pink
A pretty girly pink
Found in ribbons and bows
And in the living flamingoes
And a lovely shade of magenta
Found in primroses

Red
As dark as the blood in our veins
And the crimson red
Reflected in the fragile glass of rubies
And the light hue of blush
Found mixed with the skin
Of cheeks

Yellow
Spread out in the meadows
In the form of buttercups
Sometimes golden as the rays of the Sun
Or blonde like hair
And sometimes bright as lemons

Blue
As blue as the dome above us
Or the blanket that is our sky
Baby blue in the morning
And dark with a hint of indigo at midnight

White
As pure as the coats of doctors
Like the middle of the flag
Plain, but as elegant as a dove
And sometimes,
Blinding

Dogs are happy
Dogs are brown
Dogs are creamy coloured
Dogs are black

Chocolate is yummy and brown
Chocolate goes in your throat and down
Chocolate has sugar and milk
Chocolate can feel like silk
Chocolate is white or dark
Chocolate can be the colour of bark

The aeroplane rests at
His home – the hangar
At the airport. He is as

Big as a blue whale. He comes
Out slowly, exposing himself
To everyone. He is

Sleep-walking. His engines
Are rotating as fast as the
Wheels of a racing car.

He rushes along the runway
As fast as a cheetah
Jumps higher than a kangaroo

And glides into the sky
Till he gets bored with it
And comes back to Earth.

Pancakes are my favourite.
Epic is what I like.
Not everything I like to eat.
Elephant I’d like to be.
Lollipops are what I like to eat.
Old is not my age.
Penelope is my name.
End of the poem.

Poets are brilliant,
Poets are good,
Poets are creative,
Poets have a great mood.

Poets are fantastic ,
Poets are fun,
Poets are making a poem
Well done.

As you cut yourself a slice,
You see the chocolatiness inside,
Then the filling oozes out,
As you put it in your mouth,
You taste the cake,
It melts straight away,
Feeling warm,
Moving down your throat,
When it hits your tummy,
Yum you think.

As big as a mountain,
As furry as a cotton ball,
As scary as Dracula,
Strong like Hulk,
As smart as a genius,
Silly like a clown,
As tall as a building,
Shiny like a crown.