Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
Biography of Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)
Yo, my name is Risha Ahmed (you probably know that) , and I’m in the the 8th grade (I bet everybody knows that too) . I write poems (oh heck! Who am I kidding? There can’t possibly be anybody who doesn’t know that) . You all have read my prize winning poems and know about all the stuff I won, blah, blah, blah! ! ! So there’s no point going over that again. All I will manage to do is put an insomniac to sleep. So what on earth am I supposed to write in this big blank space staring at me like an idiot? You might expect me to be a perfect angelic girl churning out poems at the touch of a button. Keep dreaming because that is sooo not gonna happen. If any of you know me personally, the word “good” won’t cross your mind. I’m not saying I’m an axe murderer or anything, but I just love being craaaaazyyy! ! ! Yah, so let’s talk about poetry. Hmmm….if u had asked me anything about poetry 7 years ago, I would have sung “Baa Baa black sheep” or “Old McDonald” for you. And the only reason I write poetry is because I’m always in the middle of something important when some dumb lines dance in front of me. I don’t know what is going on at first so I just hit myself on my head with whatever is in my hand (of course it hurts! ! is that a trick question or are you naturally dumb? ?) . And if I don’t write down these senseless lines, they give me a guilty conscience. And a weirdo bulb lights up in my head. Dumb right? No kidding! So now you know I don’t write poems because I’m inspired or anything. I just scribble them down so I can atleast get a good nights sleep. And my other hobbies are: - tripping over legs in school, cracking my head open during games period, piercing a hole in my body because of those stupid rusty nails poking out of the walls etc. Voila! I have finished writing this biography at last! FREEDOM! ! ! Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to give my rumbling stomach some food. Bye!
Risha Ahmed (12 yrs)'s Works:
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Risha Ahmed (12 yrs) Poems
If I Were A..............?
If I were a rabbit I would hop all around I would nibble carrots Without making a sound
(010) Fellow Birds
As the sun showed it's first ray of light I told everyone it's time to take flight They asked me whether the adventure would be long I said it would'nt be if we hum a nice little song
(013) My Baby Cousin (Lovely Z...
She looks straight into my brown eyes And creeps so very near She pulls my hair so very hard That I say 'oh my dear! '
(022) Waiting For The Baby
We are waiting for the baby To smile its sweet smiles We are waiting for the baby To touch the nursery tiles
(001) A Midnight Roamer
It is so beautiful, nice and round Like a balloon you blow Spreading light across the night With it’s warm and golden glow
(016) On Vacation
My family went on a vacation I gave my father all the persuasion Can I go and wander in the forest To catch at least a tiny little pest
(004) A Snake In My Garden
One night I was in charge of the house When my parents had gone out side I was having loads of fun With the radio blaring and paper planes that glide
(008) Troublesome Creatures
Buzzing around every night From the ditches they take flight Sucking blood from me and you And other animals too
(011) A Dream Which Never Came True
If only I could fly And soar up so high I want to touch the sky so blue But it never came true
(040) I Do Not Like Cricket
I do not like cricket I hate it when they make runs I hate it when they remove a wicket I would rather read while eating buns
(020) About A Tree
It always bows down to me Just to give me shade I wish it could come to tea To taste the cakes I made
(015) This Baby Is Wonderful.
All babies are wonderful When I see them I let out a squeak But here is one baby that I know Who is totally unique
Monsoon Rains Are Here
Pouring down is the rain Flowing fast in the drain Filling water in the lane Making me wet and looking insane
(046) Boys And Girls
A boy's mind works differently And a girl's mind also works differently The boys mostly love to play and fight The girls follow beauty tips and know what is wrong and right
(044) The Night
I sat & gazed
At the dark blue sky
That was as dark
As a blueberry pie.
My mom called me in
To have apples red
And then she sent me
Off to my bed.