For My Passionate Lily

A Poem By: Zaria Khan

 

Roses are red, 

Violets are blue, 

Energy is passionate, 

And so are you. 

 

Orchids are white, 

Ghost ones are rare, 

Bread is brown, 

And so is your hair. 

 

Magnolia grows, 

With buds like eggs, 

Columns are slender, 

And so are your legs. 

 

Sunflowers reach, 

Up to the skies, 

Bread is brown, 

And so are your eyes. 

 

Foxgloves in hedges, 

Surround the farms, 

The jerkin is buff, 

And so are your arms.

 

Daisies are pretty, 

Daffies have style, 

A manner is friendly, 

And so is your smile. 

 

A lily is beautiful, 

Just like you.

The Smelly And Gross Farts

A Poem By: Zaria Khan

 

Whose Farts is that? I think I know. 

Its owner is quite angry though. 

She was cross like a dark potato. 

I watch her pace. I cry hello. 

 

She gives her Farts a shake, 

And screams I’ve made a bad mistake. 

The only other sound’s the break, 

Of distant waves and birds awake. 

 

The Farts is Smelly, Gross and deep, 

But she has promises to keep, 

Tormented with nightmares she never sleeps. 

Revenge is a promise a girl should keep. 

 

She rises from her cursed bed, 

With thoughts of violence in her head, 

A flash of rage and she sees red. 

Without a pause I turned and fled.