“Garden of Words”

I am poem 

I am trustworthy and modest

I wonder about what makes a person honest

I hear the song of a humming bird

I see the most beautiful landscape

I want to draw again and forever

I am trustworthy and modest

I pretend to be quiet and shy

I feel looked down on by other people

I touch the fur of a white tiger

I worry about the current state of the world

I cry of frustration when things don’t go my way

I am trustworthy and modest

I understand that not everything is perfect

I say that being different is a good thing

I dream about a better future

I try to improve my work

I hope to be a respected and a successful artist

I am trustworthy and modest

 

Opposite poem

I love to share what I love with my friends

I dislike uninteresting worthless conversation

I have a lot of things to do

I want more free time to do them

My friends say I am kind and sympathetic

My family says I am cold-hearted

One day I will become a respected artist

I will never be a boring person

My favorite foods are anything salty and savory

I’ll never eat sweet things

I feel sad when I can’t draw for I long time

I feel happy when I’m with my best friends

I feel safe when I’m alone in my room

I feel scared when I’m surrounded by people I don’t know

Look in the mirror poem

I look in the mirror and what do I see?

A modest, honest, sincere person looking back at me.

I’m really good at being myself, and drawing

And love to be with my friends like any other

I spend lots of time reading

And I can’t wait for the school year to be over

I could improve my social skills

And talking to people is hard for me,

But I know if I try, I’ll be the best I can be.

Acrostic poem

B ehind the door a new adventure awaits

E nigmatic as it may be, you can overcome it

G et your team together and go away

I nventive strategy will save the day

N othing will stop us, except this monster

A giant foe that we will conquer

D ead in our tracks we stop again

V icious trolls have joined their friend

E ven all their effort was not enough

N o they were weaker than we thought

T he sacred treasure lies ahead

U nlimited power until the end!

R eliable heroes, run faster!

E ND THIS TALE, it’s over!

Ghita.

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