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Poetry Collection #17 I Student Suchita Gandham I International Students Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, Poetry, Poetry Collection for Kids & By Kids on May 28, 2024

An original collection of different style of poems written by our international online student Suchita Gandham from Canada.

Suchita is 12 years old, a young artist from Mississauga, Canada. We are proud to have her as a student of the Online Personality Development Program using Applied Storytelling, Public Speaking, Theatre, and Creative Writing tools under the mentorship of Facilitator Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Suchita for this exemplary true self-expression.

Poetry Collection #17 by Suchita Gandham

Moisturizer (Couplet Style Poem)

Expensive moisturizer, oh moisturizer

You are the best skin riser

 

But you have a cost which is

Higher Than my car tier

 

You can make my skin softer, Also

You can make my bank balance lower

 

Shall I pay for my classes or

Shall I pay for your extra taxes

 

Will I use you in the future or

Will I not use you in the future?

 

Sometimes I think you can make my nails softer

And that’s why I gave you the name The Cost Riser

 

Sunday (List Style Poem)

On Sundays, my world takes a gentle spin! Because…..

 

Mornings unfurl with a sleepy yawn

As sunlight whispers of a dawn

A pot of coffee thick and bold

Awakens my senses which warms the cold

As I share my breakfast with the ones I dear

With laughter and love, oh! So sincere

Music drifts on the soft Sunday breeze

And I dance to the music with ease

I bath in my bathtub like a fish

And my mom haunting after me with dish

My dad and his black glasses are like crabby cat

And me with a baseball bat on my hat

A simple meal, shared with love,

Blessings abundant, from above.

No rush, no haste, just calm and still,

A peaceful moment for the time to fill.

Afternoon nap, a blissful retreat,

Drifting away, in dreams so sweet.

Evening rises and my  painting skies with  divine,

A canvas of peace, where worries gently unwind.

And as the stars begin to gleam,

Sunday whispers, with just a dream.

Gratitude to my parents who are my friends,

In my world of Sunday, where joy never ends.

And that’s how my Sundays take a gentle spin

 

School (Free Verse Style Poem)

In halls of learning, minds ignite,

Where dreams take flight, in morning light.

Each classroom whispers secrets old,

As stories of the wise are told.

The bell’s sweet chime,

a call to learn, In every heart,

a flame shall burn.

Within these walls, young souls are shaped,

In knowledge’s embrace, they’re draped.

From desks adorned with scribbled lore,

To libraries vast, where minds explore.

Teachers guide with gentle hand,

In quest for wisdom they do stand.

In labs, where science sparks the mind,

Art studios, where colors bloom,

In strokes of passion, banishing gloom.

Sports fields echo with cheers of might,

Where teamwork shines in victory’s light.

The cafeteria’s bustling hum,

Where friendships form, a constant drum.

In every corner, stories unfurl,

Of challenges faced, of dreams to twirl.

Amidst the laughter, amidst the tears,

The journey through these formative years.

With every lesson, every test,

We strive to be our very best.

For in this haven, we are bound,

In unity, our dreams are found.

So here’s to school, in prose and rhyme,

A beacon bright through space and time.

For in its halls, we find our way,

And forge the path to a brighter day.

 

Cooking (Free Verse Style Poem)

In kitchens warmth, where aromas dance

A symphony of flavors, a culinary trance.

With aprons tied and knives in hand,

We embark on a journey, a taste wonderland.

From sizzling pans to simmering pots,

We craft our creations, connecting the dots.

Spices blend in harmony, a delightful blend,

As recipes unfold, a story to lend.

With flour dusting fingertips, we knead,

Bread rising, a testament to our feed.

In the alchemy of heat and time

Ingredients merge, a savory mime.

From gourmet feasts to humble fare

Cooking’s artistry, beyond compare.

Nourishing body, soul, and heart

In every dish, a work of culinary art.

With each chop, each stir, a labor of love,

Transcending mere sustenance, rising above.

Around the table, we gather, we share,

In the simple act of cooking, we care.

For in these moments, bonds are formed,

In kitchens adorned, memories adorned.

With laughter, chatter, and clinking of wine,

Cooking brings us together, divine.

So let the pots simmer, let the oven glow,

In the world of cooking, let creativity flow

For in its embrace, we find delight,

A gastronomic journey, day or night.

 

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Poetry Collection #12 I Student Sashrika Prasad I Online Creative Writing Program

By admin in Creative Writing, List Poem, Poetry on November 13, 2023

An original and unique collection of LIST POEMS written by our student Sashrika Prasad.

Sashrika is 13 years old, a young writer from Gurugram. We are proud to have her as a student of the Online Creative Writing Program using Applied Storytelling & Applied Theatre tools under the mentorship of Trainer Khusshbo Chokhaani. We congratulate Sashrika for this exemplary true self-expression.

Poetry Collection #12 -List Poems

1. Residents of My Fridge

Do you know I have a humongous fridge?
It has,

oranges all juicy and round,
apples for sure tasty with no brown,
there are yesterday’s eggs unscrambled.
and some leftover chips crumbled.
cucumbers with a fresh green,
and tomatoes all fresh and clean.
sour lemons with some sweet lime,
and potatoes to give me energy for a while.
some minced garlic and ginger,
there is also some cut-up lady finger.
I see some ice -berg lettuce, my favourite,
and zucchini. I’m sure you would love to savour it,
and apples, apples, apples,                                                                                                                                                                          are those apples, Kashmiri?

I’ll go enjoy some of the food
but ill complete the list next time for you

 

2. Don’t Wanna Grow Up

These years,
They passed by so quick’
I wish I could just hold on to every second, every moment, every breath;

Don’t remember when a three turned into a thirteen,
don’t remember how tiny steps turned into big leaps,
don’t remember when story telling turned into gossip,
don’t remember when lipstick stains on the cheek turned into rushed goodbyes,
Don’t remember when family time turned into separate hours on screen,
and when I grew up from your womb to end up in the next room;

These years went fast,
wish I could live every moment again to the last,
time is moving by, just wanna hold on tight;

 

3. My Mood Every Week

I remember being glad and delighted on Monday,

Cheerful and thrilled on Tuesday,

Elated and ecstatic on Wednesday,

Excited and loved on Thursday,

Pumped up with a glass of upbeat on Friday,

Yet the days of my holiday, I was only upset and bored all day.

Leave your valuable comments for encouraging our students to innovate, explore and express more.

Connect with us: +91 9166488881/notjusttales09@gmail.com to enroll your 6 to 15 years old child in our Public Speaking, Theatre, Drama, Storytelling & Creative Writing, online or offline program in Jaipur.

 

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