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 Aug 2014 Aya Baker
Meggghanq1
So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive
(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)
 Jun 2014 Aya Baker
Mohd Arshad
Night falls on still water;
The moon sleeps in the lake,
the birds fold their plumages,
And all things are at rest,
Lost in their silence.
I am still awake
With a whirlpool in the mind,
But soon I will sleep.
Silence is nothing but peace.
 Jun 2014 Aya Baker
Mohd Arshad
See!
You children.
How dulcet is the morning
With rosy resplendence rising!

See!
You children.
How silvery is the sky
With pearls-studed blanket beaming!

See!
You children.
How sweet are the fluffy flowers
With their delicate petals opening wide!

know!
You children.
They are beautiful
For they sing smile and laughter!

Learn!
you children.
Wear smile on your faces
For it is cup of delight of life.
 Jun 2014 Aya Baker
Mohd Arshad
How softly snow falls
In the woods, on the walls,
On the leaves, down the lanes,
And like the moon slowly wanes.

The trees bear silver fruits
And silver water makes its routes,
Earth is silver in full bloom,
Life is beauty without boom.
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