Life In Poems

Swimmingly Split splat split splat split splat Tweeeeeeeet Thump thump Tweeeet tweeeeet tweeeeeet … BEEP SPLASH Bubble bubble bubble Swoosh swoosh swoosh SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH

A Reflection Of You My experiences are like an expanding dimension, evolving; stars explode transforming old matter into new elements and undiscovered territories. My thoughts are like a caterpillar, spinning it’s body into a cocoon, wether it wants to or not. An instinct to dissolve, emerging beautiful and soaring. My beliefs are like a collection of glass, some rough and jagged, others smooth and soft. Worldview is like a reflection of you, unique to the way you live.

Every part of worldview develops over time. They can start off rough and vague but as you progress in life, it becomes more clear and powerful


Over this project, I have surprisingly grown quite fond of poetry. I have started reading it more and I now have a small journal that I sometimes write my own poems in. This project has allowed me to express and share my worldview in new and different ways and I have also learnt a lot about myself. I am not just saying this because it is a school project. I have genuinely enjoyed this.

Hello readers! My name is Naomi and I am a 14 year old PLP student. The number one thing I love to do is swim. I train 10 times a week (including yoga and drylands) with my swim club. Swimming has taught me a lot of stuff that I don&apos;t only use in the water. I learnt how to manage my time, set goals, work hard, and also a lot about myself as a person. I also love nature, exploring, camping, plants and animals. I used to be in scouts before I moved and I learned a lot of stuff and developed my worldview a lot with the program. I also created so many memories and bonds with people and nature. I also am part Romanian and I spend a lot of my vacations and holidays there. I have learnt and seen a lot of things there that shaped my worldview and partly traumatized me in some ways. <a href="https://www.blog44.ca/naomif/">My learning portfolio</a> <a href="https://youtu.be/6i3eOYIOncQ">My about me video</a>

I Love To Sit In Silence I love to sit in silence Beneath a shady tree Listening to the songs of birds And the wind in my hair. I love to sit in silence And watch the clouds float past Then read a book or listen to music The wildflowers swaying back and forth I love to sit in silence The warm rays of sun falling on my face I hear the trees whispering The bees buzzing.

Song, wind, flowers, sound, silence

View Of The Ocean Worldview is an ocean on a beautiful day. When the water seems soft and gentle as if it was singing a song. It seems safe, easy to swim and play in it. Until the ground disappears and I am left bobbing in something dark and unknown. Waves crash down upon me, threatening to pull me under. But try as I might to keep above the water. The only choices are to keep fighting and struggling. Or lay back and allow the surface tension to support and carry me Or even dive beneath and explore ….

Sometimes, exploring new ideas and worldviews can be frightening and unknown.
If you take the chance and allow yourself to explore and wander, things don’t seem as bad.

Calm The sound of birds chirping, Rain pattering on the roof of your tent. Peaceful, calm. The grass feels dewy and cool along the leg of your pants. The sun is still rising, The cool air is nipping at your nose and ears. Peaceful, calm. A faint silhouette of a deer grazing along the bank of a river. The faint smell of a smokey, drowsy fire off in the distance. Peaceful, calm. A taste of fresh pine needles lingering in the air. Frogs are chattering slowly. You are alone, Peaceful, calm. Not a care in the world

Calm, quiet, peaceful. That’s what I want. That is what makes me happy.

Where Has The Time Gone The dirt on our face Playing, laughing, exploring Where has the time gone On a blinding screen Flickering till the night ends Where has the time gone Trying and falling Committed in every way Where has the time gone

Life used to be so different. We thought differently, acted differently, and believed different things. We start to become more serious and concerned over things we used to not even think about. It kind of sucks.

I Wanted To Go Home Walking down the dirt road, I was excited. Then the small white and red building seemed giant. No one there spoke to me, They couldn’t. I felt alone and scared. I wanted to go home. Home to my parents. Outside the kids would play, I was alone on the dirt road. I wanted to go home. Home to my parents.

Up on the Hill I think of her, back there in her garden` In that cool, still, green corner I tip toe softly up the hill Sweet with June lilies and early roses And the wind sighing, oh, so sorrowfully in the trees I would not know if it had been real Or if I had just imagined it all -Anne of Avonlea by L.M. Montgomery page 271

This is where I make my memories. Where I explore, love, and feel safe.

Heavy Heavy, Walking slowly. The smell of rust and dirt fills the air. Its joints squeak as it walks. Its deep green eyes slowly examining the world. Made of old memories and dreams. The fire inside beams with life. New covers, then over time, replaces the old. As it calmly listens to the rain pattering outside. It is what we created.

Worldview doesn’t go away, it grows and replenishes itself. The old skeleton of what it used to be is still inside the new vines and leaves. It is what made us who we are today.


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