#19 birthday poem

12/6/2012

Fruzsi

2/25/2013 11:54:15 pm

BD poem

Four days ago I became an adult
But I don't feel like being an adult
S****y
Life

I don't want to buy cigarettes
But walking up to minarettes
So long
Journey

I survived some years in school
Sometimes I had to act like a fool
Never
Again

I don't wanna be ordinary
So I turn myself vertically
Against
The world

When I get a 1 from science
I'm gonna tell only "Oh thanks!"
Easy
Way

Now I go to get an ID
And go alone to the Dr.
Near
The Death.

Emese Berta

2/26/2013 05:23:42 am

Birthday

So I've lived to 17
It is the horrible age
When you lose your faith.

Even though I have
A lot of years ahead
It keeps driving me mad.

This could seem a bit pessimistic
But rest assured I'm optimistic
That is what life really is- a trick.

2/26/2013 05:41:35 am

A year older

Now I'm seventeen.
It's a big deal.
What will I do?
How should I do?

I have to decide.
What I want to do?
I know it,
however, I'm not sure.

I remember, when I was a "freshman".
I was in grade seven,
which was easier,
which was better.

I've studied here for some years.
Five.
A lot of time gone away.
Flies.
It's still flying.
Faster and
faster.

It should be an occasion
for me, to organise a celebration.
The sooner,
the better.

I can't change the past.
My memories have not lost.
I'll keep them,
until my death.

Lili

2/26/2013 05:44:37 am

Yet another year of my life has passed.
Nothing's a'changed, as if it's supposed to last.
Train-
Wreck.

It caught up with me and it cancered this time.
It's on steady pace and I'm far behind.
Don't
deny.

Summer, chit-chats, all-A's and guys
If I close my eyes, it's all laid out,
fanta-
sized.

I know I've been told like seventeen times,
but I'd need that one more to just get it right...
Time flies,
I'll die.

I'm in a vacuum, its bars don't give
I'm far from a Sharpie, I'm made of graphite.
Crimes
Align.

Lately I've been overwhelmed with light
I don't have what it takes to obtain the prize...
Time
Out!

Erika Kispál

2/26/2013 08:37:41 am

Birthday poem

So I've lived to be seventeen
And a lot of things happaned with me.
Quickly,
Weekly.

I have seen a lot of places
I've been in dangerous situations, maybe.
Wishes,
Misses.

I've experienced unique things
I have got two lifes in real:
In my room
And at school.

Now I'm in a good position
I can achieve my goals in my opinion.
Big dreams,
But My Dreams...

Nóra Komlódi

2/27/2013 12:43:26 am

Birthday Poem

So-I lived to be sixteen!
But I think it's not a big deal:
over
moments.

I have already done lots of things
And I'm so proud to all of these:
in the fast
past.

In the future I want to save
other people's life from pain,
in a surgeon
version.

But when my life will ends
there's won't be any difference:
I'm cheerful,
so peaceful.

Dorottya Repkényi

2/27/2013 07:16:40 am

Translation

Birthday poen by Attila József

I became thirty two years old,
It is a surprise poem
itty
bitty

gift, what comes my way
at this corner of the cafe
to me
from me.

My thrity two years all have gone,
never had two thousand a month.
That's true,
my country.

I could have been a teacher,
instead of being a oen-pusher
poor
boy.

But I haven't, because in Szeged,
I got expelled
by a mean
man.

His advice came fast and hard,
for my poem "With Pure Heart"
he's protect
the homeland

against me with sword.
And my spirit's conjured
his name,
and his fame.

"You, as long as I have a clear mind,
will not be a teacher on this continent"
he said stupidly
and shined.

If Professor Antal Horger is happy,
that this poet doesn't teach grammar,
it's a shame
on him.

I'm going to teach all my nation
no only an a high school level
you'll see,
you'll see.

Dorka

2/27/2013 07:20:22 am

Sorry for the mistakes!

poem* thirty* pen-pusher* not*

Csoma Viktor

3/2/2013 04:13:07 am

So I lived to be sixteen
But I want to be a thirty
rich
king.

I study in the Apáczai
My favourite lesson is P.E.
my teacher
is a dean.

I've never done anything
I can play basketball a bit
with a
big ball.

I got a children room
But I'll never forget the big boom
It has
done.

I don't like Physics
That shit is exhausting
for me
forever.

Angie

3/3/2013 04:43:56 am

Birthday poem

So I've lived to be seventeen,
Just one more year and I won't be a teen
anymore,
finally!

I had danced for long time
trying out several types,
but I
quit.

Now I don't fell how great is my achievement
however, I have huge dreams which meant
I won't be
average.

I want to have a great amount of knowledge,
traveling around the world with only one package
and study
French.

Fanni Adorján

3/3/2013 05:52:16 am

Birthday Poem

So I lived to be sixteen!
But I’m not an insufferable teen!
Joyful
Youth.

I always try to enjoy everything,
I’ve done so many funny things.
Good
Mood.

I study in Apáczai, it’s hard sometimes,
I’m sit above books too much time.
Fool
School.

My favorite season is sunny summer,
Party with my friends is all the time super.
Hot days,
Holidays

I love travelling, I’ve been beautiful places,
I always ready to go back to Italian cities.
Mediterranean
Wonderland.

Now I want to be a Biology researcher,
and won the Nobel prize with my research.
Great
Dream.

Dorka Bánhegyi link

3/3/2013 06:41:02 am

Birthday poem

So I lived to be seventeen
It’s hard to think about who I’ve been
Pretty
Silly.

I imagined the world
I was enchanted by the Earth
Dreamed
Fabled.

I thought the world is under my feet
Disappointments that I haven’t dealed with
Wrong
Hopes.

So here is my confession
Now I live for pleasure and passion
See
It’s me.

Borbála Péterffy

3/3/2013 10:10:59 pm

Birthday Poem

So I've lived to be sixteen
My years have flown away quickly
Like a
Summer

I have lots of things to do
I'm always hungry for new
Very
Happy

I'm looking forward the future
Every day is an adventure
Full of
Purpose

My life is a blooming flower
With all its beautiful power
Sweetened
Moment

Teadora Tyler

4/7/2013 05:42:28 am

I love it, especially the first and the last verse.

Adrienn

3/4/2013 12:17:44 am

So - I lived to be seventeen,
I'm almost a teen,
I am,
I am.

I used to go to elementary school,
We had six music lessons/week, it was cool,
really,
silly.

I travel a lot, I was in Istanbul,
But I didn't see any bull,
luckily,
luckily.

Now, I go to high school every day,
That will end in the next year may-
be,
for me.

szabó gergely

3/4/2013 05:41:17 am

Birthday poem

I lived to be eighteen
Always eat in the school canteen
not even
tasty
Gift that I came my way
Where the Oscar won by Ann Hathaway
never
ever
I could have been combat air pilot in the air
Instead of being a hairy mechanic engineer
Goleotto
Marzio
Against me with chemistry lessons
The spirit of Apáczai defended me
high
school
Shiny little stars of destiny floating
In my loved one’s light-blond hair
Sour
Potatoes
But Aunt Ann, if it gives you cheers
That this student isn’t going to Dr. Miller’s eve.
Third
Lesson

2013
25th february

Kasperkievicz Bence

3/4/2013 07:47:42 am

The birthday poem

Now i am seventeen,
So I stayed still for teen.
Now,
Wow.

The time elapses quickly
And I am always busy.
Swift,
Quick.

I forget important things,
And i wait for luck like kings.
Too
Lot.

I will runing out of time,
I won't fuond out who am i ..
Date,
Late.

Tyler Teadora

3/6/2013 01:54:02 am

16 years ago, opening my eyes for the first time
I saw two hands, wow, are these mine?
Well,
Weird.

White light blinded me, should I feel happy,
Or rather be scared of this harsh, cold reality?
Laughing,
Crying.

I was one of all the bloody, wrinkled newcomers
All the same, crying, held by our tired mothers
Gasping for
Oxygen.

Every day teaches me something new,
Sometimes I learn stuff that I already knew,
At least
I learn.

I'm glad for going to Apáczai, this school
Educates me not for a few years but for a
Life-
Time.

Our life is short, we have to do our best
I want to see the east, south, north and west,
Never
Settle.

I want to help where help is needed,
Live usefully and don't be wasted,
See bright,
Live bright.

Bálint

3/24/2013 08:14:22 am

I've lived already seventeen,
I saw lot of things.
Good.
Bad.

My years have flown,
I want to live moor.
That's right!
That's right!

I could go to a wrong school,
Not to this excellent,
My stupid head!
Head.

I can bee a good teacher
In easyer way a cleaner.
I dont want to learn.
Learn.

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