Geoffrey's Poems

A Night under the Stars

The sun is beating against my skin,
Sweat dripping down my forehead.
Finally we arrive at the campsite.
Setting up the our bright green,
And blue plastic tents.
Smell of smoky fire fills the air,
Mixed with the fragrance of bushes and flowers.
As I collect more firewood,
I see my sister happily stomping around.
My mother on the other hand,
Looking like a maniac,
Trying to get away from all those bugs.
All of a sudden,
I can sense the aroma of food.
Roasted marshmallows and hotdogs,
Were being cooked over the bon fire.
While my sister is stroking her hair,
I turn on my music player,
And listen to the finest Cambodian pop music.



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A Beautiful Day

A cool morning breeze had a great scent,
Of steamed dumpling and smoked teriyaki sticks.
Outside the rigid fence,
Children in colorful t-shirts and shorts laughing about.
With beautiful girls singing on our block,
The streets are filled with happiness.
The teeny tiny café around the corner unlocked,
Consisted of French bread and iced coffee.
As I strolled in to the park,
Grounds were lush and green even at dark,
Filled with bushes and flowers.
The unstable bridge across the stream was gone,
I dipped my big toe into the water,
Slowly and gently I walked upon.
Late afternoon was soon approaching,
Adults were rushing home to prepare dinner.
An aroma of fried garlic and cooked rice,
Rises into my nostrils.
A nice meal of rice and salted pork,
Is just waiting to be devoured.


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Mansion

A mansion contains many more rooms than others,

Having each of them enormously big.

In each room,

Has furniture made from premium wood,

Such as a mahogany table made for dining.

Ceilings are very spacious and unusually high,

Leaving enough room for leeway.

Floors have been nicely polished,

Making it impossible to get a splinter.

While cooking in the kitchen ceiling,

The electric fan spins continuously,

Carrying familiar aromas all around the house.

From what I can see,

These unique features,

Truly embodies a superb mansion.

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Keano's Poems

Wonderful Home

by Keano O.

I am thrilled
To be in our wonderful home
I am free
Free as A dragon flying high above
A green Paradise
At home I am free
I don’t have to do any chores
I can chill
And do whatever I want
I am blessed
with a gifted imagination
And I dream
I will survive
As long as I am at home
our wonderful home
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Rock concert

by Keano O.

I am an ace
At playing bass
I dream of jamming
And playing live
With my band
I am thrilled
No longer do I pretend
I can turn it into reality
I go onstage
And I am greeted
With Charming smiles
And I play
And I feel superior
Like a dragon
flying high above the city
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Shino's Poems

Shino

Raindrops

Raindrops beat on the window panes,

Inviting me to

Go outside and play!

I walk with a little more

Bounce in my step

As excitement rises upon me.

Barging out the door,

Without wearing my shoes, I

Skip down the stairs, humming a song I

Heard at school.

Bouncing out the main gate,

I sense the raindrops splatter on my bare skin.

Dancing gracefully, naturally, and quietly,

I skip around with the lively raindrops.

Leaving my mind with all the struggles in my room,

I feel liberated,

I feel free…

Rain is a blessing.

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Night market

The boulevard sings with the
Buzz of motorcycle engines,
Children and teenagers
Bounce and laugh as the driver pedals through
The congested city streets.
Sellers bellow at passing shoppers, advertising food and clothing
That pierces through my fragile ears.
Countless people dressed in
Colorful t-shirts and shorts, crowded,
Trying to make their way through,
Slightly bumping their shoulders.
Neon colored banners blind my eyes
As I slowly find my way out of
The complex maze.
Smell of smoked wood and honey fills the
Arid summer air.

A tingling sensation dashes through my back and
Somehow, I feel safe here;
With all the noise and glee
It feels like home.

William's Poems

Jungfrau

Year after year, people come to praise her,
The solitary belle above the grassland

In the cool morning breeze
I rode on a train along the trails
Winding up into beautiful puffy white clouds
Sledging down the glacier with mist all around
I screamed silently, feeling the snow underneath

Inside the ice cave I beheld
Sculptures of seals, penguins, and eagles
Awaiting visitors with callous looks
I wondered how they had been frozen
Into amazing postures

Back in my warm chamber again,
I can’t help but ponder upon the journey
Forever Jungfrau stands up there
With her perfectly arched eyebrows
Watching the world pass by

By William S.

Cherating Beach

Here at the tranquil coastline
Some seek for relaxation
Others enjoy the fun activities

Submerging in the silver, shimmering water
I beheld boats sailing
And people paddling canoes across the bay
All over the beach,
People enjoying the magical land of sea water

Once in a while, monkeys appear upon rooftops and grasslands
Their interesting postures and squeaking sounds
Grab the attention of nearby visitors

For five days,
I relaxed and ate delicious foods
From Western cakes to steaming bowls of Japanese noodles
I can have any food of my choice

In the evening,
People gathered in the auditorium
Prepared for the exciting show

Daniel T's Poems

Happy Days
By: Daniel T.
The sun shone brightly as the city awakes early in the morning
Heat waves rising from the ground
Frogs hopping freely everywhere
With little children kicking soccer balls with bare feet
The cheerful bounce and laugh that comes out inside me
Swinging my legs back and forth
Impatient!
Waiting to slurp the broth instantaneously
Pretty attractive girls
Chubby cheeks, and apple cheeks.
Street lights flickered on and off
Blinking mysteriously at me
I hopped out of the Chair
Jumped on to the buzzing motorcycle
And zoomed back Home
Happy Days!

Sunrise on the Cruise
By: Daniel T.
Everyone woke up early to take advantage of the cool morning breeze.
I bounce and laugh on the cruise
Waiting for the sun to greet us
Playing cards intensively
We enjoyed the coolness of the morning sea wind
And the dancing waves of the ocean
Seeing beautiful puffy white clouds gathering together
As we saw the yellow spec rising up from the horizon
The sun was like attractive girls
Winking at us
As if it was greeting us
“Good Morning!”
The sun was flickering far away from us
The Ocean and the sun was like a wallpaper
With a happy family standing on the deck of a cruise












A mystical Dream
By: Daniel T.
On a warm loving night,
I was laying there with the stars shining bright,
With cozy breeze holding me tight
Seeing lanterns float up to the sky,
Like candles flickering amazingly across the sky,
Sending messages to the generous angels
On top of the puffy white clouds
I see them bounce and laugh
I sang along happily on their behalf
Hoping my dreams will come true
I prayed and laughed
Enjoying every moment
I hear voices whisper in my ears
I woke up in my beloved home
As the beautiful dream slowly melted into my mind




These were the little phrases I found in FTKMF:
1. City Awakes early to take advantage of the cool morning breeze. cozy
2. Buzz of motorcycle engines.
3. Kick soccer balls with bare feet.
4. Aroma of noodle soup greets customers
5. Bounce and Laugh
6. Bean sprouts
7. Slurp the broth instantaneously
8. Loved for generous heart.
9. Frogs
10. Jump out of the chair
11. Swinging legs
12. Delicious food
13. Watch television
14. Chubby cheeks
15. Flushing toilet
16. Attractive girls
17. Apple cheeks
18. Home
19. Bouncing
20. Pink dragon fruit
21. Cookies
22. Coolness
23. Unhurried as street lights flicker
24. Play cards
25. Beautiful puffy white clouds.
26. Stars are candles in the sky
27. Angels light them for us.
28. Family
29. House

Grace's Poems

South Africa

Running across the everlasting plains
Bouncing and laughing until my stomach doubles over with pain
Rolling around over the dry green grass
Staring up at the clouds flying fast
Swinging on the trees
Watching the world below us pass
Sometimes when I feel brave
I let my arms loose and flapping against the wind
I will never forget
Trompie who was loved for his generous heart
And will never forget
South Africa even after we part

by G.C Grace Chen

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Food courts

My mouth waters as I walk down
The numerous food carts that are lined up
From ripe mangoes to sugarcanes
From fried fish to candy canes
My stomach rumbles with hunger
But I sucked in the smell of
Of the familiar aromas a bit longer
I swift back and forth between my varied choices
The cricket noises
Made my decision
I walked towards the glazed green crickets
Crunching down my snack
I smile as I swallow back
My last delight

G.C Grace Chen
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Frederick's Poems

Memories of My Family

The world is quiet and unhurried
We look down on the busy streets
Living in colonial buildings that are juxtaposed
I like to sit on our balcony
I love the stories Pa tells
My eyes beam at him
I watched with fascination
Knowing Pa to be brilliant
His all-powerful knowledge
My memories of Pa…
I remember my family…
Ma is known for her beauty
My sister is already beautiful at fourteen
My brother was nicknamed the little monkey
Everybody adored us
Until my family was taken away…
I miss the cool morning breeze…
I miss my family…

Pho Noodle

In the cool morning breeze…
I smell the aroma of noodle soup
I smell the garlic, the broth
I hear the slurping of hot soup
I hear the clang and clatter of spoons
I watched people shovel noodles into their mouth
I watched with fascination…
The air filled with beef scent
Make my stomach rumble with hunger
I can’t wait any longer
I see kids squirming around in the shop
I see people greeting the boss of the shop
As if they are old friends
I watched charming smiles on customers
I want to have possession of beef noodles
But I have no money
I wish I can eat Pho…

At Mountain Top

On the mountain top
The sunlight beams at me
It is very spacious on the mountain
The mountain had an ultramodern look
I watch with fascination
I feel the cool morning breeze
I hear birds chirping
I see monkeys climbing on trees
I see squirrels squirming around
The mountain is the place to relax
Nobody bothers anybody
The world is quiet and unhurried
People have their own important conversations
A beautiful look at the colonial buildings that are juxtaposed
Mountain top is a place filled with wonders

Frederick H

Vincent's Poems

Silver Stars of Night

As nightfall comes
Stars shine in the night sky
Rocks and pebbles glow in the dark
While listening to Pa’s stories
I stare at the shining stars of night
As if I see the stars forming into a shape of a dragon
Just like how Pa tells it
When I look into the sky again
I see a shooting star
This looks even more like a dragon
Then Pa tells me to make a wish
I do as he says to make my wish
I wish to spend more time with my Pa
Oh, what great times I had with my good old Pa!




Smiles in Europe

Two years ago, I enter Italy
Along with my family
Feeling happy and merry
While walking through the Sistine Chapel
I stare at the beautiful paintings letting us feel delightful
As if I see the brilliant paintings come to life
Pa says those paintings are sacred
They represent the Gods of Heaven
Later on we visit the Swiss
Eating chocolates that are luscious
Then Pa asks if I’d want some more
Consequently I say can take no more
I wish I could stay longer in Europe
Oh, the awesome countries that brings us smiles!

Treasure the Moment

Treasure each moment you have
Each second is worth living
Each hour shared with your friends
Each minute shared with your families
Treasure each moment that exists in your lifetime
Every week I look forward to the weekends
Because friends await me every Saturday
I treasure each moment after I finish all my homework
Because that is all the free time I have left to chillax!
Treasure each moment you have with your family
Because you might not know what happens next
Someone could pass away any second whatsoever
So, treasure every moment starting from today
Oh, treasure this moment, and that’s what I say!


Vincent Ham III

Albert L's Poems

Albert L.
98.11.19
Found Poems
Pa takes us to breakfast
Waiters and waitresses in black-and-white swing open shop doors,
Aroma of the noodle shop greets waiting customers,
The slurping of hot tea and soup,
The smell of garlic, cilantro, ginger, and beef broth…

I bring my family to breakfast,
And I see their happy faces…
All the hard work,
All the struggle for money,
Has finally paid off…
(Seng Im Ung)

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Northern Noodle

Aroma of the noodle shop greets waiting customers,
The smell of garlic, cilantro, ginger, and beef broth;
This moment!
I ingest nutrients at the noodle shop…
Food carts piled with steamed dumplings,
The slurping of hot tea and soup,
This moment!
I walk away satiated.
(Beef Noodles)

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Eat Noodles

Waiters and waitresses in black-and-white swing open shop doors,
It is time you returned to the noodle shop.
Aroma of the noodle shop greets waiting customers,
Smell it, smell it!
The smell of garlic, cilantro, ginger, and beef broth.
A man uses chopsticks to shovel noodles into his mouth,
A girl dips a piece of chicken into a small saucer of hoisin sauce
Eat your noodles, now!

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Albert L.

Daniel C's Poems

Atheist’s Belief

Followers of religious beliefs
Open your eyes to the world beneath
Destroyers of things approaching silently
Imminent death invading quickly
The cool air chills the beads of sweat
Our stomachs pains us with no regret
Believing in God, some still pray
“Dear God, Pa is a very devout Buddhist.”
But will God answer this prayer?
Or will he ignore it?
Thousands pray, but many other pay
For following such religious beliefs
Working for one’s own survival
Passing treacherous trials and dangerous men
Unable to move on, we stick to God
And pray for mercy at the hands of war

Daniel C.


Dream and Reality


Fireworks blooming in the background
Giggling and laughing at the New Year’s Parade
Dreaming of the Cambodian Lunar New Year
I am Loung, the child in red dress
Chou is next to me clapping
Geak is trying to catch up to me
As I run and spin around and around
Looking pretty in red ribbons, rouge and lipstick
My sisters and I hold hands
Rejoicing in the New Year celebration
But it is all just a dream
Sleeping, leaving the world behind
Then awoken by the voices of my family
Whispering, trying hard to not be caught
About the massacre of the homeless


Forgotten Paradise

I return to my home
My home long ago from Taiwan
The buildings near it were riddled
With intricate designs of graffiti
There are many bicycles laying on the sidewalk
Covered with litter were the streets with holes
Gone are the tall, leafy trees
Replaced were the wide boulevards of cement
Motorcycles, cars, trucks were everywhere
No peaceful place to think thoughtfully
But what wasn’t taken from me
Are the house, the place, the memories
I cannot see a chance to rebuild
My long ago paradise of a sweet home
Still, I live to see the place of
My first feelings of joy and happiness

Daniel C.

Stephanie's Poems

Tears of Joy

Loung is the name.
A daughter of Cambodia that remembers
A little girl full with both, tears and joy
Still looking back at:
Children in colorful T-shirts and shorts
And French bread with iced coffee

Also, still remembering the times when…
Her Ma being complimented on all the time.
Her height, slender build, and porcelain white skin.
And her Pa saying to her…
“You are really a diamond in the rough.”

But now.
She is not thinking back.
But instead, thinking of the present
Thinking of the love ones those are alive.
Love you all.

Smile

After a long weekend.
Monday morning came.
I woke up from my warm, cozy bed.
Feeling the cold weather.
Thinking of today.
I smiled.

After a long ride
I finally arrived at school.
Seeing my friends.
Walking up to 4th floor
It Felt like I’ve walked miles and miles.
I finally got to 4th floor.
I smiled.

After a long day
Walking through the caf and into the snack
The cookie satisfied me
And I smiled

“They will kill us all”

The horror and threaten of my life
Cambodia was where it took place.
This place, coming to an end
Where no one could survive
“They will kill us all”

The sight of murder and threat
The smell of rotten, dead bodies
The taste of foods in a long time
The sound of guns and bombs.
And The feeling of loneliness.

Fire of hate for the Khmer Rouge
Searching for new memories
And replacing the old.
This was how Loung felt.
Anger and depression

Jae's Poems

All that Paper I walk back home, Pick up the phone “Hey Jone, Was there any homework? Are you done? Can you help me with some? Oh you still have more.” I can’t concentrate With my brother bouncing and laughing Oh how much I hate That child’s annoying trait Well I guess its fate I guess everyone has gone through this hate and this irate feeling. Homework, homework If you weren’t stomping around If I were just sleeping If I were just getting ready for that final exam, I just might love school.

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Tom's poems

Days of Tom Huang
Journey of consequences

Day of burnt clothes
Day of starvations
Day of homicides
Days of rapists on the urge
Days of buried dead bodies
Days of my family mistreated
Days of discrimination
Days of homesick
Days of children concentration camp
Day of immorality
Days of burning houses
Days of ma’s and sister’s death
Days of persecution
Days after Pa died

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Sarah's Poems

Actually, they didn’t kill my father first

Keav
Beautiful, young, and exuberant
Can pick anyone she one she wants
Takeover
Wants to keep her safe
A teen work camp
Keav’s eyes well up with tears
My heart feels as if an animal has clawed it out
I will survive
Wonder if will ever see her again
A message from Keav
She is very sick
Her stomach now in great pain
She doubles over
Lets the poison run out of her
Let me go to the infirmary
Please come see me soon
We got there too late.
Keav’s last wish was not granted
To see Pa before she went



My poem (note that the shape of the poem is a person)

In the Good Ol’ Days

In the city
Everyone is busy
Busy with work
Busy with shopping
Busy with babies
But back then…
Swings, Slides, and Singing
Basketball nets are ringing
Kick soccer balls to scores
People pretending to do chores
Building lego structures together
Kids screaming at one another
Cheese and crackers for snack
Other kids like to attack
These were the days
That I would go out to play
House
With my friends
I’d always be a dog
My other friend a frog
Such a wonderful time
Kindergarten

Evil People

People are really bad sometimes
Like Pol Pot
He is the leader of the Angkar
He is the one responsible for all the miseries in a lot of people’s life.
He destroyed many people’s families
Also, like Hitler,
Made many people die for no reason
Some died because of treason
Most died because of religion
It was a stupid idea, like a pigeon
Robbers, Murderers, and Killers
“I am going to kill you ALL”
But somehow they always fall,
Good wins in the end,
But it’s always good to have a buff friend

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Welcome to the English 9 Found Poetry Blog!

Thoughts of Pa

Pa will forever be my father
I miss the times when…
Sit out on our balcony with Pa
On those warm and breezy nights
I also loved it when he spoke French
I remember the days…
Ma and Pa enjoy taking us to a noodle shop
When I would add spices to my noodles
Pa looks on approvingly
You also told me…
I am blessed with a gifted imagination
Those were the good days…
On One day
One day I was playing hopscotch…
And they took us away from Phnom Penh
And then took you away

by Dillan

Beauty Cannot be Seen

I don’t see anything
It’s too dark
Not even the streetlamps
Can provide the light I need
Nobody can see,
But I smile anyways.

Flowers fall to the ground
Petals litter the cement floor
Everyone is quiet, breathing softly
I hold my breath
It is too beautiful
For me to look for long.

Look up, a voice whispers.
Nobody has spoken,
But I do, I look up,
Eyes full of wonder,
Heart full of hope,
And I hold my breath.

I look up and I can hear
The chirping of crickets
Calling out to each other,
The wind blows gently,
Swaying the trees
From side to side

He moves gracefully,
The wind does,
He touches not the trees
Or the leaves either,
And so they managed to stay afloat
Tonight

I will not say good-bye
Never again
I do not know whether to cry or run
He is real
And he is beautiful.

We are the lucky ones,
He croons
And I feel a mild breath of air
Tickle my cheek
Before surrounding me
Like a pod protecting its peas,
And we are together again.

I don’t see anything
But it is beautiful
I am filled with so much happiness
My heart soars,
Flutters,
Leaps,
I don’t see anything.

by Natalie S.

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The once happy girl

I, Luong was a girl
With a generous heart
And a happy face
Sisters celebrate in the New Year’s parade
With a delicacy to laugh when the fireworks boom
We as sisters are a happy bunch
Cause the things that are put before us are an expensive sum
With an ecstatic grin, Geak giggles
And the next Chou claps
A time we celebrate
Is a time I know
This is what I remember
And what I’ll treasure
But that was the past
And now I am a beast

by Kevin L.

Pa, I love You

Pa is loved for
His generous heart
Unlike most fathers
Who are careless

Pa rewards us by
Taking us swimming at the club
Everyday I would
Feel proud of myself

Because he is very soft-spoken,
Gentle, and giving
The sky is lovely
And extraordinarily bright

I love listening to Pa speak French
To his colleagues
And that’s why I like learning the language
I love being inspired
By his graceful words
And that’s why I appreciate his love

by Jennifer L.

Home

At night, I like to sit out on our balcony with Pa,

And watch the world below us pass by.

It is a warm a breezy night -

The kind that requires no blankets.

Khuoy says something,

That makes us all laugh loudly,

As we scold him for saying such a thing.

My eyes settle on Geak.

She is beautiful and everything she does is adorable.

Turning away, and looking up to Pa, I smile at him,

And he smiles back too,

Telling me that it will all be okay.

Things became unclear, and everything became distant,

Then it all started to slowly fade away.

All of a sudden, I looked up,

And saw these beautiful puffy white clouds

That were moving towards me.

But instead of seeing the my restless beloved Phnom Penh,

I see the open fields that was to be,

My new home.

By Yu-Wen (Rebecca) C.