Your Poem:
I am a teenager Who likes romance, dating gorgeous men. Who likes its thrill exciting hugs and kisses. Who hates being shouted at by parents, friends, teachers and especially sibling. Who wishes to have a sexy body and good future. Who swears to honest and loyal in everything I do. I am a teenager Who asks questions and never get an answer. Who tells what is in my heart. Who hopes for a kind hearted husband. Who needs a warm chest to sleep on. I am a teenager Who sleeps in adark cold room with no lights on. Who wakes at the break of dawn. Who dresses to please myself. Who buys whatever I want if I had enough money. I am a teenager Who walks slowly like a turtle. Who runs away from the truth. Who argues over silly things. Who gives everything I have. I am ateenager. I am not confused. I'm just a white pigeon.

Your Poem:
i am a teenager... Who likes walking on the beach with friends Who hates being upset and lonely Who wishes to wish as many wishs as i can Who swears to naver make someone feel bad about me i am a teenager... Who asks to go out with friends and have fun Who tells everyone to enjoy as much time as possiable Who hopes for Palestine my homeland to be free Who needs a peaceful life i am a teenager... Who sleeps not most of the time cuz I don't like to miss anything Who wakes refreshed and in the mode of singing Who dresses in things I buy with my own money whick must not cheap Who buys things on my mind: everything! i am a teenager... Who walks with my mam in the mall Who runs in a freaky way Who argues about going out with friends Who gives a hand to anyone that needs it I am a teenager I am not confused I'm just a teenager

Your Poem:
under the open sun there once was an eagle flying around with no friend he made very cool sounds he saw a great camel shaking his head making a sound of the bell togather they a small simple band they needed one more sound that would make it a bit smiple band the eagle went up high in the sky looking around for someone who had a good sound making beautiful bird of paradise moving it wings making a sound of castinet the eagle and the camel thought it sounds very intersting if they got it in their song they invited the bird of paradise to their band. and they had the best band ever. THE END

Your Poem:
people screaming shouting coach pointing at players loud music palying as the people singing cheering hot pizza and cold ice cream with sour gum chewing after all feel the wind blowing with only the sound of bags flying around SHHHHHH...

Your Poem:
HAPPY HAPPY LOOKS RED LIKE AN APPLE, IT SOUNDS LIKE PEOPLE HAVING FUN AT A PARTY, HAPPY SMELLS LIKE A FRESH BAKED CAKE, AND TASTES LIKE A SWEET/SOUR CANDY, HAPPY MAKES ME FEEL LIKE PLAYING VOLLEYBALL

Your Poem:
STORY POEM: THE DESERT, LAST SPRING MY FRIENDS AND I TRAVELLED, DEEP INTO THE DESERT ON CAMEL BACK. THE CAMEL WAS FITTED WITH BEAUTIFUL BELLS, BELOW ITS NECK. AS WE MOVED DEEPER INTO THE DESERT, WE BEGAN TO SEE MORE OF ITS WILDLIFE. EAGLES SORED, HIGH AND A BIRD OF PARADISE SAT ON OUR CAMELS HEAD. WHAT A WONDERFUL TRIP.