My poem!

I finally finished my poem! Sorry that it took me so long. I wrote this poem in my French lesson at school, I was bored and in a poetry mood. I hope you like it!

My dream

My dream is simple,

but not easy.

My dream is big,

but starts small.

It's my dream,

but for us all.

My dream is here,

but hard to reach.

My dream is immutable,

but to learn.

My dream is alone,

but it is for us all.

I dream about people, living together.

I dream about girls, happy and safe.

I dream about children, in peace.

I dream about the earth, who is clean.

I dream a dream for the world.

I live the dream in my head.

My dream is to make a solution together,

for all the problems of the world.

Now in Dutch ^.^

Mijn droom
Mijn droom is simpel,
maar niet gemakkelijk.
Mijn droom is groot,
maar begint klein.
Het is mijn droom,
maar voor ons allemaal.

Mijn droom is hier,
maar moeilijk te bereiken.
Mijn droom is onveranderlijk,
maar is te leren.
Mijn droom is alleen,
maar het is voor ons allemaal.

Ik droom over mensen, samen leven.
Ik droom over meisjes, gelukkig en veilig.
Ik droom over kinderen, in vrede.
Ik droom over de aarde, die schoon is.
Ik droom een droom voor de wereld.
Ik leef de droom in mijn hoofd.
Mijn droom is om samen een oplossing te maken,
voor alle problemen van de wereld.

Do you like it?
Love,
Helen

Delete

Hi!
I've just deleted my French and Spanish blog. It was to much. Every post I had to translate in English (I'm Dutch) and then in French and Spanish. One post took me almost half an hour! That's a bit blowd up, but it took realy long. SO: Sorry French&Spanish people!

Love,
Helen

Poland

Finally! The fifth poem! This one is from Poland!
It's writen by: Klaudia. So: Klaudia thank you so much!

Zamek na lodzie
Spacerując ciasną, codzienną uliczką
na silnej skale wzniesioną
kontempluję noc minioną.
Na jawie ponownie przeżywam
sen, który muszę ukrywać,
podróż z zorzą polarną jako przewodniczką.

Podróż w krainę nierealną, ku wolności,
gdzie już nie izby mały ułamek,
lecz piękny wybuduję zamek.
Stanie na lodowej cudów pustyni
pełniąc rolę marzycielskiej świątyni.
Szepty, że runie, nie zburzą mej radości.

Twierdza mych fantazji stanie się symbolem
znakiem szczęścia i wolności,
ucieczki od twardej rzeczywistości.
A gdy już mury wzniosę romantyzmem
aby uchronić się przed cynizmem
Miłości mych marzeń jedynie wejść pozwolę.

Castle on ice
Walking through narrow, quotidian aisle
which on hard rock was built,
last night is what about I think
In awareness I relive
the dream, which I have to hide,
the journey with polar aurora as a guide.

The journey to unreal land, to awaited  liberty
were yet not a little chamber,
but I’ll build beautiful castle.
It’ll appear on ice desert
and serve as Dreams Temple
‘It’ll fall’ whispers will never destroy my felicity 

Fortress of my fantasies will become a sign
symbol of happiness and liberty
escape from hard reality.
When I’ll finish walls by romanticism
to let them protect me from cynicism
I’ll only let my Love come inside.

Beautiful isn't it?
Keep writing!
Love,
Helen

Yeeh Canada!

Hi!
The new poem is from Victoria, Canada. I realy love it! (I love all your poems. Mail them!)

Just A Dream
I have a dream, a dream to be big,
To have people look and say, Look who it is!
To be a role model, for little kids,
Being modest, and pleasant, and in the biz.
I have a dream, a dream to have friends,
Friends who will love me, and never pretend.
People who keep secrets, and trust me with theirs,
To be happy, and loved for more than my hair.
I have a dream, a dream to be smart,
To get more than good grades, and know what to say.
To have people wish that they acted like me,
Smart as in knowing the right way to be.
In the end, these things are trivial,
But, after all, it's just a dream.

Great isn't it?
Thanks for writing!
Love,
Helen

The second! AND third!

Hi!
Yeah! I love today! 2 poems! Thank you sooo much! Your poems are beautiful! The first poem is from Rachel, from Jamaica.

Dream and Smile

When I’m walking on street
Or sitting in a café
When I’m on plane in the big blue sky
Or if I’m simply driving on to school
I can’t help but to think about you
And what’s your face showing.

In the day, I can’t help but to dream
Because it’s better for me, because it’s easier
Effortless to think up ways
To turn these nights
Into days
I wanna live in the sun
I want everyone to look up
And smile with the sun
And for it to be real

So I grin, and I beam
So that it can be seen
That it is indeed, better

The second poem is from Breanna, from the USA.  

The Dream of a Child

They say that the United States is filled of dreams and hope,
but what they don't tell you is that its filled of lies and dope.
That its filled of death and laws that are getting shorter,
with young kids you can buy off the street for a quarter.
I have hope, a dream of change,
because when I look of how we are living,
it looks kinda strange.
But what can I do to bring change?
When I speak all it does is bring range.
I am just a young girl living in a world wrong.
Dreaming of a world that will one day get along.

Once again, thank you so much!
Keep writing!
Helen

The First!

Merry Christmas to you all!
My Christmas was very special, becaus I have my first poem! Thank you soooo much Pia! Your poem is beautiful! Here it is:

Unelmani

Yöllä
Kun kaikki nukkuu
Mä mietin yksin tähtiä katsellen
Vain täysikuu puuttuu
Kun unelmaani suojellen
Mä pohdin, yksin itkien
Mietin, miten saavuttaa
Vois pieni ihminen niin suurta unelmaa
Mut sitten havahdun
Ja tiedän,mitä ikinä tapahtuukaan
Mulla on vastaus

Tahdon tähdet saavuttaa
Katsella pientä maailmaa
Niin korkealta, että huimaa

Mielikuvalleni hymyillen
Nukahdan uneen, vaan en itkien
Tiedän, että mitä ikinä
On sydämeni kätköissä
Sen voin toteuttaa
Ja tätä koko maailmaa
Sen ominaisuuksineen
Rakastaa.

My dream

At night
When everything's asleep
I think by myself looking at the stars
Only the full moon is missing
When protecting my dream
I ponder, crying alone
I think, how could reach
So small person such a big dream
But then I wake up
And I know, whatever will happen
I have the answer

I want to reach the stars
Look at the small world
From so high above, that it feels dizzy

Smiling at my vision
I fall asleep, but not crying
I know, that whatever
There's deep within my heart
I can make it happen
And this whole world
With its attributes
To love

I love it. And it means that I don't need another poem from Finland. But I hope that you all keep writing! :-)
Lots of love,
Helen

Yes!!

Hi!
I'm so happy!!! Because...No, I'm not gonna tell you.....You may guess..........Ok, I'm gonna tell you: I've already 2 girls writing for me!! Yeah! They're from the Bahamas and from Finland.
And that's all for today!

Lots of love,
Helen