Asha Christensen at TEDxKids@SMU 2012
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- Asha's name means hope and she is full of it. Her first TED experience was from the center front row of the first ever TEDxKids @SMU when she was nine. She heckled Rives and made a friend -- he was the first spoken word poet she'd ever met. When her school announced a slam poetry competition, she was inspired. She watched a bunch of TED talks and wrote a poem about writers block. After winning the McKinney ISD District wide competition, she was too young for the prize, a slot on a team headed to Brave New Voices: a national youth poetry competition, but she is tickled to be able to perform at TEDxKids this year. Her hobbies beyond poetry are piano, cello, composing music, sketching, and bugging her sister Priya. Asha is currently 7th grader at Imagine International Academy of North Texas.
About TEDx:
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Her Expression and the pronunciation brings a smile of encouragement in everyone's interest in language
Is this a poem
L+ ratio yb better
This girl remids me of Hermione Granger in Harry Potter
Yeah u r right
Yessss
The voice...the voice..and the hair ofc..
I was litterally just watching harry potter
Mee two🐺🐺🐺🐺🐺I I
so good so confident child in speaking and pronouncing a big hand👏👏👏👏👏 got this girl
That is how I speak in my mind
I'm going to recite this poem tomorrow in my school. And let's see what will be the expressions of my teachers .whether they Will select me or not !! I am fully excited.
Hey, how'd it go...
@@rufaromatanhire4411You got ghosted 💀
holy shit she reminds me of Grace VanderWaal!
Pia Rebel same...and hermione i d k whyyy
Pia R. OMG I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY ME
Oh my gosh i just realised :O
Isabella Diaries my fav from her is “I don’t know my name
@@bruh9289 Ooo frm agt right??
I listen to this again and again
Her accent is just like british people ! She is confident and smart.
Blank pages can be frustrating at times.But remember that spark can come out of the blue!
INCREDIBLE!ASHA
Well said
damn I need that confidence
Dang bruh my teacher literally put a link in here for us to watch so please don't say this lol
a year ago,When I saw this for the first time,.......I became a great fan of Asha Christensen 😲😲😲😇😇
Very nice poem. I like it very much. It was really helpful for me. I'm gonna recite this very same poem on a competition which is next month at my school... 😃😃😃
Fantastic Asha I love you and the expression you have.
I rewatching this for the 1000 time
love it Asha.....good job😇
Wonderful work! Can totally relate with the writer's block. Yeah, you have to continue writing even when it seems like rubbish and that will ultimately spark new ideas and the editing is what will make it great :) Alternatively, give yourself a break by actually taking a break and then getting back to your work to come at it again with fresh eyes. :)
my reci is there...and I'm super nervous abt that...pls guys...pray 4 me..wish m
e well
My teacher brought me here..
Oof
I have online class
same
liang xu same dSad face
Lmfao same
Her confidence❤😊
"Writers block" by Asha Christensen
If anyone needs this (this is the full poem)
I pick up the pencil,
but I ask myself, "Why?"
I have no story to tell,
no pain, no reason to write.
Staring at the blank page,
a thought (snaps her fingers)
wanders before me.
I see a spark.
Reaching out to grab it, my hands
stretched out as far as I can, and -
- nothing!
It's all lost: all thought, all purpose.
So I stare at the paper again -
for hours it seems!
As I look up at the clock shining 1 p.m.,
I was ready to take a break.
Standing up, fist clenched,
shoulders broadened -
until I had realized I'd started at 12:59.
And that hunched me back over
while releasing a sigh.
So I continue to stare,
waiting for that booklet
of notebook paper to work its magic,
to stare back at me, and blink.
That is what fules me
a sense of accomplishment
that I couldn't receive from the clock.
As the time slips away,
I realize I'm not alone,
lost and abandoned in this blank page.
So when you find yourself,
and you're reaching for that sparkle,
ready to grab it, but pull
when you have emotion
[that] builds up inside,
but [you] can't seem to find
the words to release
and to release you,
I am trapped, my feet glued to the floor,
a cluttered closet
of insignificant thoughts,
searching for the one to set me free,
to fill up the emptiness
of that blank page.
But this time, this time,
when I look back at that page,
I see words.
So when you battle
with that first blank page,
those words you can't seem to find,
just pick up that pencil,
as I did mine.
Isabella Diaries just don’t we doin school
@@zacmtb534 ??
Isabella Diaries jusss dont
@@zacmtb534 i was just helping if anyone needed it :D
Thank you very much
I recited this poem for a competition and I got 2nd place in sub district level. Iam 9 year old girl studying in 4th std.My name is Devamitra I am from kerala. I like your poem very much. Thank you Aunty
Tmmrrw Im gonna recite this poem in my school competion.. It is really great.. Love this poem.. 😍😍😍
wow just wow
Wow! amazing
beautiful read the poem
I like that girl she was amazing
thank u very much
this amazing
It's amazing
Superb.. well done. Go ahead.. stay blessed
Amazing girl🤩
Nice speach asha😍😍
Awesome 👍
Fantastick
Amazing Asha
Hi
Hats off
Owesome😊😊
Lovely performance with beautiful words
Hello Asha I like your poem recitation
Can you please give the lyrics of this poem
It's really so amusing may God bless you
Omg that's the piece I'm memorizing for the declamation on March 20,2017
Which poem is it
Please tell me the name of poem and the poet
@@aviibtsfangirll8107 Writers block by (the girl over here (asha something I forgot xD) by the way if u need it here
I pick up the pencil,
but I ask myself, "Why?"
I have no story to tell,
no pain, no reason to write.
Staring at the blank page,
a thought (snaps her fingers)
wanders before me.
I see a spark.
Reaching out to grab it, my hands
stretched out as far as I can, and -
- nothing!
It's all lost: all thought, all purpose.
So I stare at the paper again -
for hours it seems!
As I look up at the clock shining 1 p.m.,
I was ready to take a break.
Standing up, fist clenched,
shoulders broadened -
until I had realized I'd started at 12:59.
And that hunched me back over
while releasing a sigh.
So I continue to stare,
waiting for that booklet
of notebook paper to work its magic,
to stare back at me, and blink.
That is what fules me
a sense of accomplishment
that I couldn't receive from the clock.
As the time slips away,
I realize I'm not alone,
lost and abandoned in this blank page.
So when you find yourself,
and you're reaching for that sparkle,
ready to grab it, but pull
when you have emotion
[that] builds up inside,
but [you] can't seem to find
the words to release
and to release you,
I am trapped, my feet glued to the floor,
a cluttered closet
of insignificant thoughts,
searching for the one to set me free,
to fill up the emptiness
of that blank page.
But this time, this time,
when I look back at that page,
I see words.
So when you battle
with that first blank page,
those words you can't seem to find,
just pick up that pencil,
as I did mine.
So good
very good !
The emotions she speaks with,are so real!
A good poem
Thank u
I have to recite this poem and I’m like..they expect me to be this awesome!!
Great
So nice😄😄😄
Nice confidence
Wow what a confident
It is great
That’s nice 👌
Great job Asha, really didn’t expect that (in a good way) y the funny thing is im like the same age as her in that year! Also we are doing this in school:(
this was what my teacher said to watch lol
kid how are you so confident
Very good
Wowwwww👌
Positive thoughts 🥰🥹😍
will anyone please tell the details of it
Good
wow she's amazing!
Hah
wow!
very nice
She’s smart
What is this poem called I want to perform it I am a big fan of asha
It's called writers block by Asha Christensen =)
I pick up the pencil,
but I ask myself, "Why?"
I have no story to tell,
no pain, no reason to write.
Staring at the blank page,
a thought (snaps her fingers)
wanders before me.
I see a spark.
Reaching out to grab it, my hands
stretched out as far as I can, and -
- nothing!
It's all lost: all thought, all purpose.
So I stare at the paper again -
for hours it seems!
As I look up at the clock shining 1 p.m.,
I was ready to take a break.
Standing up, fist clenched,
shoulders broadened -
until I had realized I'd started at 12:59.
And that hunched me back over
while releasing a sigh.
So I continue to stare,
waiting for that booklet
of notebook paper to work its magic,
to stare back at me, and blink.
That is what fules me
a sense of accomplishment
that I couldn't receive from the clock.
As the time slips away,
I realize I'm not alone,
lost and abandoned in this blank page.
So when you find yourself,
and you're reaching for that sparkle,
ready to grab it, but pull
when you have emotion
[that] builds up inside,
but [you] can't seem to find
the words to release
and to release you,
I am trapped, my feet glued to the floor,
a cluttered closet
of insignificant thoughts,
searching for the one to set me free,
to fill up the emptiness
of that blank page.
But this time, this time,
when I look back at that page,
I see words.
So when you battle
with that first blank page,
those words you can't seem to find,
just pick up that pencil,
as I did mine.
Wondrous talk
That's amazing
Where is Asha now?
Guys i literally just searched it . the poem is called the writers block
She's sooo flipping pretty she looks like my cousin lol.Wow that poem is just amazing for a how ever old she is but for a kid wow
oh apparently asha was 9 when she performed this. She's currently 13 or 12
Wow
Umar Mirza mee too I though she was 15.
wow I had to listen to this in class
From where I can get the lyrics of this poem??? And also the name of the poem
It's called "writers block"
If u need it here it is =)
I pick up the pencil,
but I ask myself, "Why?"
I have no story to tell,
no pain, no reason to write.
Staring at the blank page,
a thought (snaps her fingers)
wanders before me.
I see a spark.
Reaching out to grab it, my hands
stretched out as far as I can, and -
- nothing!
It's all lost: all thought, all purpose.
So I stare at the paper again -
for hours it seems!
As I look up at the clock shining 1 p.m.,
I was ready to take a break.
Standing up, fist clenched,
shoulders broadened -
until I had realized I'd started at 12:59.
And that hunched me back over
while releasing a sigh.
So I continue to stare,
waiting for that booklet
of notebook paper to work its magic,
to stare back at me, and blink.
That is what fules me
a sense of accomplishment
that I couldn't receive from the clock.
As the time slips away,
I realize I'm not alone,
lost and abandoned in this blank page.
So when you find yourself,
and you're reaching for that sparkle,
ready to grab it, but pull
when you have emotion
[that] builds up inside,
but [you] can't seem to find
the words to release
and to release you,
I am trapped, my feet glued to the floor,
a cluttered closet
of insignificant thoughts,
searching for the one to set me free,
to fill up the emptiness
of that blank page.
But this time, this time,
when I look back at that page,
I see words.
So when you battle
with that first blank page,
those words you can't seem to find,
just pick up that pencil,
as I did mine.
@@milkii384 thankyou🐼
@@farhanabbas758 no problemm =) happy to help :))
Is anyone know the name of this poem ?
Her English skills is fluence! But is this a poetry competition?
No just a public platform to show up ur skills
bhola sharma Oh, that’s nice! Thanks for replying ☺️☺️
perfect...
Asha is a word from Bangla language. I wonder who kept this name
*I have to watch this for Quarintine homework, WHY ARE WE STARTING SKOOL IN DE MIDDLE OF ZE SUMMER :
same reason
Which poem is this
Can anyone plz tell me the full name of the poet and the name of this poem?? 😍
Plz
So u need it for a competition
Good or great cause I recited this poem last yr and won the first prize.
Okay , poet or poetess is she Asha Christensen herself. And the name is a writer's block.
VERY COOL
Wow😮😍
Fantastically she presented the poem👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🤩🤩
Even I want to perform here, I would love to be on this stage!!
Wow 😳
Nice job
♥️♥️
what is the meaning of the video?
help me.
This is so good 👏🏽
+Orange Goat Productions no I'm not it's good
Whats the name of this poem?
How the hell perfect perfect
That was really amazing WOW!!
Incredible!
Her hair bow slayed it 😂isn’t
Soo cute, the expressions are just awesome
Can I get its lyrics?
Sure here =)
I pick up the pencil,
but I ask myself, "Why?"
I have no story to tell,
no pain, no reason to write.
Staring at the blank page,
a thought (snaps her fingers)
wanders before me.
I see a spark.
Reaching out to grab it, my hands
stretched out as far as I can, and -
- nothing!
It's all lost: all thought, all purpose.
So I stare at the paper again -
for hours it seems!
As I look up at the clock shining 1 p.m.,
I was ready to take a break.
Standing up, fist clenched,
shoulders broadened -
until I had realized I'd started at 12:59.
And that hunched me back over
while releasing a sigh.
So I continue to stare,
waiting for that booklet
of notebook paper to work its magic,
to stare back at me, and blink.
That is what fules me
a sense of accomplishment
that I couldn't receive from the clock.
As the time slips away,
I realize I'm not alone,
lost and abandoned in this blank page.
So when you find yourself,
and you're reaching for that sparkle,
ready to grab it, but pull
when you have emotion
[that] builds up inside,
but [you] can't seem to find
the words to release
and to release you,
I am trapped, my feet glued to the floor,
a cluttered closet
of insignificant thoughts,
searching for the one to set me free,
to fill up the emptiness
of that blank page.
But this time, this time,
when I look back at that page,
I see words.
So when you battle
with that first blank page,
those words you can't seem to find,
just pick up that pencil,
as I did mine.
good poem
What's her poem name?
sir I write poems too and am in search of platform if u could help
diksha nahata me too
WOW
What is the name of storyy.....😶