Thursday, 22 January 2015

True me poem- Edison

My real name is Edison Lin Yushan.
A name I wish to be called is  Turtle  because I like turtle.
The animal that’s inside of me is a turtle because I like turtle.
The object that’s inside my heart is my friends because cause turtle likes to have friends.
The word on my forehead is Sea because I like to see turtle swimming in the sea
The sound that I love is sea waves because I love turtles noises.
The smell that I love is sea breezes because it feels very windy.
My favourite time of day is afternoon because I like to see turtle swimming in the afternoon.
My mother/father/friends/grandparents always says to me, “Stop being obsessed with turtles.

Wednesday, 21 January 2015


My real name is Bervin.
A name I wish to be called is Randermguy because I am like a random guy.
The animal that’s inside of me is a Kangaroo as I love to jump
The object that’s inside my heart is turtle as I may be quite slow at times.
The word on my forehead is running because I love to run.
The sound that I love is sound of laughter.
The smell that I love is no smell because it is neutral.
My favourite time of day is after school because it is my ‘free time’.

My grandparents always says to me, “Are you doing your homework or not?”

Tuesday, 20 January 2015

Poetic Devices


The sun, the moon and the stars
The moon is the world's security guard 

but he only works at night

the stars are like his employees 

making sure everything goes right

 the sun is like the boss first to work, last to go 

but where he goes when he gets off the world will never know


smooth snowfalls 

silently from the sky.

 The snow is so silvery and small.

Slowly you slip and slide    

 on the snow


When The Lights Go OutThe door went creak

In the still of the night

The floor went bump

Oh what a fright

All of a sudden, we heard a chime

The grandfather clock 

was keeping good time

We turned down a hallway and heard a loud crash

It seems that someone had dropped all the trash

So many sounds when the lights go out

It’s enough to make you scream and shout!


Struggles and success,
 Sufferings and happiness, 
Dreams and Goals building to life;
 Like colours of the rainbow making light.


Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune–without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
“I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.”
–Emily Dickinson

My Love

My love is a box
That is deep as the ocean.
My heart is a crater
Waiting to be filled.
My stomach, 
Impatiently waiting for your response,
Is a group  of drunken butterflies
Struggling to take flight.
What will you tell me?
Are you - my love?

Dinnertime Chorus

The teapot sang as the water boiled
The ice cubes cackled in their glass
the teacups chattered to one another.
While the chairs were passing gas
The gravy gurgled merrily
As the oil danced in a pan.
Oh my dinnertime chorus
What a lovely, lovely clan!


Cinquain Fourteen 

under pile 
of red tape 
hoping I will
 be found

Free Verse

Barely tolerated, living on the margin
In our technological society, we were always having to be rescued
On the brink of destruction, like heroines in Orlando Furioso
Before it was time to start all over again.
There would be thunder in the bushes, a rustling of coils,…….
The whole thing might not, in the end, be the only solution……..
Came plowing down the course, just to make sure everything was O.K.…
About how to receive this latest piece of information.

On a starry winter night in Portugal
Where the ocean kissed the southern shore
There a dream I never thought would come to pass
Came and went like time spent through an hourglass
-Teena Marie, “Portuguese Love”

Christy didn't like to spend money. 
She was no Scrooge, 
but she seldom purchased anything except the bare necessities
-Charles Dicken,Christmas carol


Because I Could Not Stop For Death, by Emily Dickinson

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

Compiled by Nadia Begum Nainish

Poetic Devices

Poetic Devices

Rhyme: Time to Rise
A birdie with a yellow bill
Hopped upon the window-sill
Cocked his shining eye and said:
"Ain't you shamed you sleepy-head?"
- by Robert Louis Stevenson

Alliteration: Tigers
Tim the terrifying tiger
Tiptoes through tangled trees
His twitching tail thumping
His terrible teeth terrifying turtles
Who tumble away

Onomatopoeia: In the Kitchen
The taps go plip, plop!
The saucepan goes stir, slop!
The knives and forks go rattle, clatter!
The baby goes pitter, patter!
The phone goes ring, ting!
The microwave goes beep, ting!

Simile: The Garden
In spring, the garden wakes
From its long-lasting sleep;
In summer all the veggies come
With their colours so deep
In fall the garden is
A great, leaf-covered floor;
In winter, like a bed of snow
That will awake no more

Metaphor: A Friend
A friend is a golden stone
A friend is a nice cold ice block on a hot day
A friend is powerful and strong
A friend is a nice song
A friend is a strong rope
A friend sticks with you thick and thin

Hyperbole: The Dirtiest Man In The World
Oh, I'm Dirty Dan, the world's dirtiest man
I never have taken a shower
I can't see my shirt - it's so covered with dirt
And my ears have enough to grow flowers

Personification: April Rain Song
Let the rain kiss you
Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops
Let the rain sing you a lullaby
The rain makes still pools on the sidewalk
The rain makes running pools in the gutter
The rain plays a little sleep song on our roof at night
And I love the rain
- by Langston Hughes

Symbolism: Thanksgiving
A mountain of baby carrots
A turkey the size of a cow
A river full of gravy
A dog that says meow
Every pie known to man
And gallons full of ice cream
By the time my dinner is over
I surely won't be lean

Imagery: Preludes
The winter evening settles down
With smell of steaks in passageways
Six o' clock
The burnt-out ends of smoky days
And now a gusty shower wraps
The grimy scraps
Of withered leaves above your feet
And newspapers from vacant lots;
The showers beat
On broken blinds and chimney-pots
And at the corner of the street
A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps
And then the lighting of the lamps
- by T.S Eliot

Free Verse: Feelings, Now
Some kind of attraction that is neither
Animal, vegetable, nor mineral, a power not
Solar, fusion, or magnetic
And it is all in my head that
I could see into his
And find myself sitting there
- by Katherine Foreman

The evening grosbeak on the lawn
Will turn his back on us, move on
With his wide family and those friends
We thought were ours. That's how it ends.
If it's been good, be glad it's been;
It won't be. The cold shoulder's in.
We must make do, once summer's done,
With our faith weather friends or none

Raps that advertise
Poems that celebrate
Words that catch your eyes
Sounds that captivate

Monday, 19 January 2015

Poetic Devices - Edison Lin

Poetic devices

1) LimeRick

There was an Old Man with a beard,
Who said, 'It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard!'

Clap! Clap!
Stomp! Stomp!
Swish! Swish!
This is the way we get through
Our games.
The crowd shouts,
The ball soars through the air.
Then, bounce, bounce, bounce.
The audience holds its breath.
The ball goes in; 
We win!


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith
I love thee with a love I seem to love
With my lost saints, - I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Betty Botter bought some butter, but, she said, the butter’s bitter; if I put it in my batter it will make my batter bitter, but a bit of better butter will make my batter better.
5)Free Verse

A smile becomes too hard too hold When waterlogged and under pressure So my face crumples in And folds up into new patterns I've never never let you see before Transparent as rice paper, delicate; Not so graceful as a paper crane Near as fleeting as a paper boat Vanishing downstream

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I am one of many
Small branches of a broken tree
Always looking to the ones above
For guidance, strength and security....

Family Friend Poems 

Hey diddle, Diddle,
The cat and the fiddle,
The cow jumped over the moon;
The little dog laughed
To see such sport,

And the dish ran away with the spoon.

    My heart leaps up when I behold
    A rainbow in the sky 
    Spring and daisies means youth in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:
    In the spring, I asked the daisies
    If his words were true,
    And the clever, clear-eyed daisies
    Always knew.
    Brown and barren means growing old in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:
    Now the fields are brown and barren,
    Bitter autumn blows,
    Bitter autumn means death in Sara Teasdale’s “Wild Asters”:
    Now the fields are brown and barren,
    Bitter autumn blows,
    And of all the stupid asters
    Not one knows.
    9) Imagery

    The winter evening settles down
    With smell of steaks in passageways.
    Six o'clock.
    The burnt-out ends of smoky days.
    And now a gusty shower wraps
    The grimy scraps
    Of withered leaves about your feet
    And newspapers from vacant lots;
    The showers beat
    On broken blinds and chimney-pots,
    And at the corner of the street
    A lonely cab-horse steams and stamps.
    And then the lighting of the lamps.

    Sunday, 18 January 2015

    Yong E-Shean - Poetic Devices

    My Poems

    She touched her toes
    With a wonderful pose
    A ballet she was
    Of all the best
    By Yong E-Shean
    A lonely train
    Travelled in the rain
    With all but vain
    For it was soaked to the drain
    By Yong E-Shean
    A great ballet was she
    With a pretty face had she
    In a rose-coloured dress was she
    Ah, how I wish she was my date
    By Yong E-Shean
    He said that it was long
    But he was wrong
    He said that it was strong
    But it was not in the least strong
    By Yong E-Shean
    She swung the school sack on her back
    And took the bumpy slow coach towards school
    Swish-splash, swish-splash, her school sack went
    So like the filled bottles in her sack
    By Yong E-Shean
    Sandy Susan and her sister Sandy Sue went to the seaside in their swimming costumes.  They swam and splashed and spotting several seashells on the sea bed, dived down to collect the seashells.  Swish-splash, Swish-splash they went until the seashells were all in Sandy Susan’s hands.
    By Yong E-Shean
    The Sun rose up
    She spread her sun rays
    Upon the small suburb below
    Waking people from their sleep
    By Yong E-Shean
    As hungry as a giant she was
    The restaurant was packed with people
    She waited as patiently as a lion
    But the next second she was roaring like a drill
    How people stared at her
    With eyes as big as footballs
    And sheer terror running through their minds
    How they scuttled
    As fast as blowing wind
    And at last she got a seat
    Served by a timid waiter
    By Yong E-Shean
    I slipped and fell off the mountain
    I plunge down at the speed of light
    I scream so loudly that all the birds flying in the sky drop dead
    I land with a thud so hard and loud that I cause a mini Earthquake
    And the thud can be heard from the opposite side of the world
    By Yong E-Shean
    The poor table tried to stay still
    While the child used him
    The child kicked the table and he winced in pain
    The child placed her heavy school bag on him
    And he strained to carry the weight
    He thought it would soon be over but he was wrong
    The child was staying back in the classroom
    And so he would have to wait
    When everyone had finally left
    He sighed in relief and stretched his legs
    “Ah, what a poor life I have”
    He thought as he prepared himself for the next day of school
    By Yong E-Shean
    I was two when lightning struck
    So electrifying and strong was the lightning
    That I completely failed to pick myself up
    So devastating was the lightning that it left me in pain
    For the rest of my unfortunate and miserable life
    By Yong E-Shean
    The roses bloomed after the dark days ended
    The time for a new beginning
    Where new friendships are forged
    And dark pasts are forgotten
    By Yong E-Shean
    A snake she was
    So cunning and deceiving
    One second a sweet girl
    The next a hairy beast
    By Yong E-Shean
    A bolster he was
    Full of warmth and care
    Filled with sunshine and roses
    Which spread like sun rays
    By Yong E-Shean
    So crystal clear the sea was
    So that you could see the corals
    And the beautiful shoals of fish in the water
    So pure the water was
    So that you could see dolphins swimming here and there
    Just beneath your feet
    Ah, how mesmerizing the sea is
    By Yong E-Shean
    Free verse
    I stand in the MRT
    Waiting to reach my stop
    I can’t wait for school
    Because my friends are there
    And of course there are also
    The extra humourous teachers
    By Yong E-Shean
    They are like Pooh and Piglet
    The best of friends
    Together through thick and thin
    Always there for one another
    How I wish I had such a friend
    By Yong E-Shean
    The school bell goes
    Bong! Bong! Bong!
    The students go
    Scatter! Scatter! Scatter!
    To their seats
    As the teachers go
    Click! Clack! Click! Clack!
    To the classrooms
    Where the students are waiting for them
    By Yong E-Shean
    Dum! Dum! Diddy Dum!
    Went the drums
    Clang! Clang! Clang Clang Clang!
    Went the cymbals
    Squeak! Squeak! Squ-e-a-k!
    Went the violins
    Ah, what nice music
    No wonder people are rushing
    To the site of the performance
    By Yong E-Shean