FLOWER.

Feel the soothing wind.

The flowers and leaves moving.

Together swaying.

From small tiny seeds.

Comes out a beautiful fragrant flower,

And its soft petals.

I.. I.. I.. :)

I am Jossan May Luga.

I wonder if its easily to remember.

I feel nervous on this subject because of the teacher.

I can understand and speak english easily.

I fear if my teacher will get mad.

I try to understand the way the teacher explains.

I want to have a high grade in english.

I understand that most of the teachers are strict.

I believe the teachers want their students to always pay attention.

I read books that are interesting.

I write free verse poems, or essays.

I hope I can learn more and that this subject would be fun for the whole school year.

I worry If i have difficulty in this subject.

FRUIT VS. VEGETABLE!

Fruit:                                                    
I'm sweet and juicy,
I could satisfy a tummy.
Even the kids would eat me.
Because I'm so yummy!

Vegetable: 

I'm a vegetable,

Not so yummy but digestable.

We vegetables are mostly green,

And oh, so clean.

Fruit: 

I'm so colorful!

In the eye, I look so beautiful.

Promise I won't give you a hard time,

In eating me so fine.

Vegetable: 

What's with the looks,

When you cost so high?

The cooks won't even buy,

Would care about the price.

Fruit:

Delicious cook? No need!

For the people, anytime I could feed.

When the children have fear,

My apple is always here.

Vegetable: 

Not all fruits are sweet, how about mango?

You can't just feed it and go.

Being delicious isn't all that matters,

So don't be too flattered. 

Fruit:

Ripe mangoes may not be sweet,

But still, people like to eat.

Ampalayas are bitter,

Give your tongues a torture!

Vegetable: 

Even if the case is like that,

I'm still healthy.

I could satisfy their belly,

And keep them healthy.

Fruit:

We're just the same,

We're perfectly the same.

We give a common benefit,

And help them being fit!

Hairclip!

I am a hairclip.

Wearing it makes me look hip.

Seeing me making men skip.

Looking like a simple girl.

Wearing my hair all in curls.

Wishing that they wouldn't hurl.

Love is like a Rose.

The rose's petals

remind me of your sweet touch

When time comes, I need

to feel that sad, awful pain

Being wounded by its thorns.