Virus
by Maya Gouw
I am a virus
spreading fast
Yet slow
And painful
Take over a body
Take over a soul
They cry for help
It won't work
It leaves me alone with nothing...
But hatred
Injecting poison at birth
Medication at death
I am a virus
Playing Ball by Harvey Macdonald
(aged 9)
I throw the
ball forwards,
The ball will come back:
It's held by a string
Oops, it's gone crack!
Imaginary
by McKenna (aged 12)
A distant voice
whispers
In the soft arms of the wind
It's only imaginary.
A thought so
thinned
It barely reaches my mind
It's only imaginary.
Through the
wisps of my hair
The voice reaches its destination
It's only imaginary.
A single thought;
A needle in the haystack,
Is what my mind sought.
It's just what we lack.
Could it be?
This thought is true?
Has it come for me and you?
No.
It's only imaginary.
Liar
by Emma Hudson (aged 11)
My father is an astronaut
Who's flown to outer space
My grandma is a race car driver
Who always wins her race
My mother is a gambler
She always wins her game
My grandpa followed Adam's lead
And made the tiger's name.
Yes, my family is amazing,
They all have seen their day
And each of them is special
In their own amazing way
I know what you thinking
What about me, myself, and I?
Well, dear, here I'll tell the truth,
No one can lie like I!
Global Warming by Tierra (aged 11)
Ice caps melting
and people are pelting bullets and
no one ever says, 'Why don't you cool it?'
People are dying
Children are crying
No one cares
Half aren't even trying
to make a difference they probably don't even care.
They're probably the ones killing the bears
Or the ones who won't share a little of their wealth to help the
poor
The world is vanishing this is not a dandy thing!
So help out your world, recycle
Especially if your name is Michael
Spare some change to a hospital if you even if you give a diddle
You can change the world
so why don't you give it a try!
Especially if you don't want to die.
Fifteen Ways To Cross A River by
Megan Butler (aged 10)
I was stuck on the river bank
and I thought of fifteen ways to cross the river:
Swim,
Grab on to a bird and fly,
Sail on a BIG Dairy Milk chocolate bar,
Swing on a rope (like Tarzan!)
Go on your Dad's shoulders,
Get a wave machine and surf,
Water ski on two goldfish,
Grab a ride on a dolphin,
Use an umbrella as a boat,
Jet pack,
Tightrope,
Sail on your bed,
Get your brother to drink the river,
Balance on the vacuum cleaner,
Or simply get on a boat!
Tuck
Shop Haiku by Bob and Serena
(aged 11)
Long and busy
queues.
Garlic bread, hot pie, noodles.
A strong aroma.
The
Animals and People Doing Things Song
by Victoria Ellen Braswell (aged
8)
Deer drink
Rabbits hop
Roadrunners run
Coyotes yip
Crows caw
Hornets fly
Cows nurse their babies
Fireflies glow in the night
In the mornings birds sing
And in the afternoon
Workers build houses
Roads and sidewalks
Making restaurants, too
And teachers teach kids in class.
A Nerd's Life Cinquain by Daniel
Molla (aged 12)
ICT.
Keyboards tapping.
Nerds coming together.
Place full of technology.
Computers.
Cinquane
by Joaquina Rockwell (11) and
Kane Fong-Smith (12)
Classroom,
Work and detention
Education for our future
Silent as the old man's grave,
School.
Bro,
Can You Rap by Samantha C, Ashley
H, Connel R and Casey S (aged 10)
Bro was on his
bed checking out his cap
When we tapped him on the shoulder
To see if he could rap
Bro can u rap? Can u rap? Can u bro?
So he opened one eye and said do you know
I'm the best rapping bro this world's ever known
I'm a tip-top,slip-slap,rap-rap pro!
So he jumped
of his bed with a cap on his ed
And started rapping and this is what he said
I'm the best rapping bro this worlds ever known
I'm a nip-nap,yip-yap,rap-rap pro!
Then he rapped
past our dad and our mother
Then passed us and our little baby brother
Then he shouted at the top of his voice…
I'm the best rapping bro this world's ever known
I'm a drip-drap,trip-trap,rap-rap pro!
He rapped up
the lane he rapped up the hill
And as he disappeared he was rapping still
We could hear bro's voice saying, Listen man
Listen to the rapping of the rap, rap bro!
I'm the best rapping bro this worlds ever known I'm a...
Tip-tap, slip-slap
Nip-nap, rip-rap,
Hip-hop, trip-trap,
Take a nap
Touch yer cap
Happy, happy, happy ,happy,
Rap, Rap, Rap!!!!
My
Mate by
Luke Bessey (aged 12)
Ryan
is
big in heart.
He is as happy
As a hyena.
He is like a falcon gliding
Through the sky.
He giggles like a box of
Laughter.
He is like a football player
Kicking in a boxing match
Calligram
by Oliver Scott (aged 9)
Cricket
Up comes the bowler
He's coming very, very fast.
My legs are shaking like wobbly jelly
Then suddenly the ball comes soaring.
I go for a block but the ball spins
away.
Oh no I hear a CRACK!!! Is it the wickets?
The crowd goes wild. "Howzat"
they shout.
I think I've been bowled out! How sad.
On my first bowl. And the world cup too.
And that's why we lost that game.
We only needed two runs to win.
So that's why we lost in
1892.
Fifteen
Ways to Make Someone Go Ahhhhhhhhh by Anna Greenall
Simply
smile with all your friends
Cuddle a teddy
Stroke a puppy
Dream happy dreams
Snuggle up in bed with little Ted
Ask your sibling to make a cute face
Daydream your favourite things
Go to www.thingstomakeyougoaaahh.com
Soar in the sky and fly
Find the truth
Follow your dreams to the very end
Drink the juice of the magical moose
Visit the toonbaliboos at their ninknok house
Look at the sweetest of all the creatures
Convince a fairy to look her cutest
Winter Haiku by
Billie Staples
Cold
winter blossom
Collides with frozen bare skin
Cold shiver strikes me
Fifteen Ways to Make Mum Mad by
Nadia Moore
1. Don't
listen
2. Do everything wrong
3. Turn up the radio high and ignore her
4. Scribble on the walls and blame it on your younger sister
5. Wear everything inside out
6. Pick up the wrong clothes from the dry cleaners
7. Put extra salt on her chips
8. Run cold water in the bath
9. Don't do anything for Mothers Day
10. Make her later for work
11. Leave her door keys in the house
12. Turn the house upside down
13. Burn the house down
14. Knock over all the pots and pans
15. Do what you normally do!
Litter!
by Megan (aged 10)
Litter,
litter
It's a nasty thing,
Help clear it up before spring,
Because the birds will come out and start to sing,
So recycle, recycle before it's too late!
And don't make the country look a state,
Because the birds will be dying and soon at rest,
So help so help clean up that dirty mess!
The
Earth's Poem by Tom Hendleman (aged 9)
I'm not just a rock,
I have something to say,
"You're lucky, you're all alive today."
Think of the future,
What does it hold?
It's up to you guys,
before you grow old.
Imagine the world full of cold water,
There won't be much left for your sons or your daughters.
So take my advice, as a great warning!
I'm dying of pain with this global warming.
We could all play a part with helping to tackle
The problems I have because of your actions!
So listen to me and stop this debate,
Take action now before it's too late!
In
the Future by Ashley S. (aged
10)
Pollution
will destroy all animal habitats
Oceans will turn grey and misty
Litter everywhere
Loads of birds will die
Umbrellas won't survive the acid rain that will fall
The Earth will be poisoned
In 100 years the Earth will be gone
Oil and Smoke will cloud the air
Nasty pollution should die, so clean up after yourselves.
Fireman
by Amber Kimball (aged 10)
My father
was a fireman.
He drove a big red truck
and when he'd go to work each day
he'd say, "Mother wish me luck."
Then Dad would not come home again
'til some time the next day.
But the thing that bothered me the most
was the things some folks would say.
"A fireman's life is easy,
he eats and sleeps and plays,
and sometimes he won't fight a fire
for days and days and days."
When I first heard these words
I was too young to understand
but I knew when people had trouble
Dad was there to lend a hand.
Then my father went to work one day
and he kissed us all goodbye
but little did we realize
that night we all would cry.
My father lost his life that night
when the floor gave way below
and I'd wondered why he'd risked his life
for someone he didn't know.
But now I truly realize
the greatest gift a man can give
is to lay his life upon the line
so that someone else might live.
So as we go from day to day
and we pray to God above
say a prayer for your local Firemen.
He may save the ones you love.
Morning
Comes by Serena Skinner
(aged 7)
Morning comes
with the leaves rustling
Morning comes with the postman whistling
Morning comes with the sun rising
Morning comes with the tap dripping
Morning comes with the baby whinging
Morning comes with the brother munching
Morning comes with the mum snoring
Morning comes with the dad sleeping
Morning comes with all the people hearing
Morning comes always
The
Owl and the Pussycat Out in all Weathers by
Jessica Toft (aged 9)
Yesterday, it
was freezing
Miserable and cold
Through all winds bad and mean
That day he gave me a ring of pure gold
And told me I was his queen
Today it is
raining
Pouring with tears
Oh, what will become of the boat?
And today he played music to my ears
And what a lovely note
Tomorrow, it
will be sunny
While counting our money
Oh, it's too hot to think!
He should make pancakes
Covered in honey
And even give me a smile and a wink!
What
a Rubbish Poem! by Ethan (aged
10)
Rubbish, rubbish
everywhere!
How can animals live there?
Not rotting things,
We need some bins!
Animals die
quickly,
It looks so sickly!
Pollution kills all,
Why do we play football?
Horrible oil
spills,
It sticks to birds, and kills!
Global warming,
The day is dawning!
Sad hurt animals
walking away,
The cows can't have hay
Reduce, reuse and recycle!
You can do it with an old bicycle!
Polluted dark
water,
It can kill your daughter!
Birds die because of oil,
It is worse to see them boil!
Landfills & Rubbish by Jonathan
There is too
much rubbish, too much rubbish,
Too many landfills, too many landfills,
There is too much plastic, too much plastic,
There is too much litter, too much litter,
Not enough recycling, not enough,
We're running out of land, soon no more land,
Every little helps, every little helps,
And soon the Earth will be covered in rubbish,
And we will be forced to live on rubbish,
Recycle and the Earth will be saved.
Why Don't Dogs Eat Mice? by Tio
Lishomwa (aged 8)
Hey Mum, here
are some questions for you.
Why don't dogs
eat mice?
Why don't dogs eat pies?
Why don't dogs eat pencils?
Why on earth don't dogs eat wood?
Curiosity…
Why don't cats
eat candy?
Why don't cats eat sausages?
Why don't cats eat leaves?
Why don't cats ever eat eggs?
Curiosity…
Why don't pheasants
eat chocolate?
Why don't pheasants eat cereal?
Why don't pheasants eat plastic?
Why do they not eat yogurt?
Curiosity...
Why don't we
eat dogs?
Why don't we eat cats?
Why don't we eat pheasants?
AND WHY DON'T WE EAT OURSELVES!?
Curiosity!
Pollution by Callum (aged 9)
People coughing
and choking
Oil in the sea
Letting all the fish die
Leaving all animals fighting for their lives
Unhealthy air making birds die
The future is dying
Ill treated animals
Oil destroying animals
Now all the fish are dead.
Season Songs Haiku by Elizabeth
Wiley (aged 12)
Lush, green,
soft, damp grass.
Cool breeze whipping through my hair,
Sweet song of spring birds.
Sticky popsicles,
Refreshing drops of water
Hot, baking summer.
Crinkled crackling
leaves,
Haunting branches grab at me.
Scarlet red of fall.
Dead as a mummy,
A gory battle is fought
In the cold winter.
Teacher
by Jorge Romero (aged 12)
Extra special
person to me
Respectful person
Insists on having fun
Careful with not hurting people
A very special girl
Math is her
specialty
Smart teacher
Minds and takes
care of us
Other people respect her
Respectful of other people
Everyday she comes in happy
No one hates her
On the positive side
You
Ruin The Earth by Ebony (aged
10)
Landfills filling
up
Keep your rubbish to yourself,
You ruin the Earth.
Recycle litter
Reduce and reuse rubbish,
You ruin the Earth.
Strangled animals
Killed by plastic bags, litter
You ruin the Earth.
War
by James Lannon (aged 11)
Hard Bad
Fierce Fast
Ferocious Evil
Mad
Crazy
Wrong
Quick
Real.
Fast
Wind
Rapid
C
O
R
R
U
P
T
Bedtime by Haseena Rashid Wazir
(aged 11)
I wrote this poem that day that my SATS finished,
I was so relieved...
Bedtimes are the best
Even for birds snug in their nests
When you've had a long maths test
It's good to have a rest
So bedtime is just the best!
If you just close your eyes
You would be very wise
So, put away your school ties
You know you want to, so don't lie
As bedtime is the right place to sigh
Just turn off your bedroom light
Don't try to stay awake all your night
Wrap your blanket around you tight
So c'mon you know I'm right
You know bedtime is the just the best!
Rosa by Lenin Barrera ( aged 12)
Respectable
Only person like her
Someone special
Always there for me.
Laura
Minnie by Elysha Frauchiger
(aged 12)
There once was a girl named Laura Minnie.
She was really, really, super skinny.
She had legs as thin as sticks
And arms the size of tooth picks.
She was so skinny that others were unaware
Until they bumped into her, that she was even there.
One day she said "That's it!
I'm tired of being thin!"
So she went to 'Bobs Candy Store 'and shovelled the candy in.
As she ate she got fatter and fatter
When people said, "Stop eating!"
She said, "It doesn't matter!"
Her body was bulging and no longer skinny
When she blew up there was no more Laura Minnie.
A
Seasonal Haiku by James Barker
(aged 11)
Spring, a time
of joy.
The leaves are turning bright green,
The flowers smell sweet.
The hot summer days,
People swimming in oceans.
Oh the joy of life!
Brown and orange
leaves,
People jumping in leaf piles.
Winters nearly here.
Winter is a fridge,
Cold snow like powder sugar.
Kids freeze in the snow.
Rubbish
by Mitchell (aged 10)
Really we are
running out of space
Unbelievably people stick it in any place,
But we can do something like recycling,
Because it's so simple, put it in the bin,
If you don't be careful you can get illnesses
So help save the Earth
Help by putting your rubbish in the bin
Black
Country Accent by Emily-Jayne
Shone (aged 12)
I'm proud of
the way that I talk,
It's how I've been brought up.
But when some people hear me talk,
They shake there head and tut.
There always
trying to correct my speech,
But in a way the Black Country is me.
They think I should pronounce my letters,
Well said and properly.
I don't want
to change my accent,
I like to talk like this.
The English Language is prim and proper,
So I think I will give it a miss.
Poverty
Poem by Rhodes Jensen (aged 10)
Children wake up on a frosty morning
The parents have disappeared into the fog around them
Drips of sweat fall on the ground as the sun waves hit
The farm is bare, the food is gone
They walk the dusty plains on the soles of their rugged feet
To the distant food camp for a pack of brown rice
When night comes and darkness falls
They sleep on the ground with leaves and twigs
And silently wait until the next day dawns
Copycat
by Chloe (aged 10)
Everything I
say
Everything I say
It copies
It copies
And it won't go away
And it won't go away
It copies
It copies
And I'm really BORED
And I'm really BORED
It copies
It copies
I try to stop but it's really hard
I try to stop but it's really hard
It copies
It copies
So I now shut up the whole day through
So I now shut up the whole day through
And now it will copy you!
Hey, no I won't!
Believe
by Shelby Norman (aged 9)
Do you believe
that a tiny seed grows into a tall tree?
Do you believe that a spirit is living inside you and me?
Do you believe that in your dreams you can do anything?
Do you believe that in the morning a bird softly sings?
Hendra
and the Vampire by Daniel
Hedra met a giant Vampire
He worked all night and never got tired
The Vampire was big
The Vampire was scary
You will never believe just how blurry it was like being on a low
graphic game even though I'll never play again
The vampire said, I'll bite your neck and then you will give me
A one thousand pound cheque.
Hedra, Hedra likes to flurry
Hedra never will worry, Hedra felt like blowing him up
Hedra pictured a flowing bomb
Then Hedra did it and he was gone
Neka
the Witch by Oneeb bin Nauman
(aged 8)
Bibbdy bobbdy
doo,
I am Neka the witch, yoo hoo,
Lots of magic I brew,
Will turn you in a kangaroo.
I curse, grumble and mumble,
I am sure your belly will rumble.
Zippety zappty ,wham, wham
You will stumble and tumble and crumble.
Beware, if you are crude,
You have to change your mood.
Six frogs, three lizards, a boy who is rude,
Are enough to make the devil's food.
Abra- ca-dabra, Hocus pocus
I am Neka, the ugly bad witch.
Can put you in orbit or a stinky ditch,
With one little sniff or a tiny twitch.
The
Robbery by Genia English (aged 11)
Bang!
Went the gun.
Eeekk!
Said the girl.
Sssh!
Went the robber.
Crash!
Went the cars.
Honk!
Went the horns.
E-ew!
Went the police car.
Click!
Went the cell door.
Ocean
by Hannah Cruz (aged 12)
Kelp waving
lazily in the ocean's recurring tide.
Fish weaving quickly through the multicolored coral.
The muted crashing of waves on the weathered rocks.
My blue and black flippers splashing happily.
The worn plastic of my swimming mask.
The salt from the ocean, trapped in the cool morning mist.
Bitter seawater trapped in my snorkel.
My snorkel's plastic mouthpiece.
Cool, hard rocks sleeping on the ocean floor.
Swirling ocean waters, so icy to my warm fingers.
The pull of the ocean.
The
Curious Corgi by Samantha Martin
(aged 6)
I am the curious
corgi.
I don't play and chase my tail.
I play save the world and use a towel as a supercape.
I don't eat bones and meat.
I eat the legs of a unicorn.
I don't sleep in a basket.
I sleep on the moon in a hammock to keep me warm.
I don't have a dog flap to get in and out of the door.
I have a caterpillar that I ride on to go in and out.
I don't have a little wagging tail.
I have a short bumpy stump with a few watches on it.
I don't live in a house.
I live in a toadstool down the lane.
Funky Family by Chloe (aged 10)
I've got a diva
dad
And a mad mum
A groovy grandma
She can be fun
I've got a great granddad
And a beastly brother
It's even worse having another!
He's my dog Sam
As loopy as can be
With really long ears
But he's part of my
FUNKY FAMILY!!!
The
Magic Box by Oliver Hadingham
(aged 9)
I will put in
the box
The cotton blanket of a child
Ice from the mounds of Antarctica
Lava from a burning volcano
I will put in
the box
A bright green emerald from the ground
A dark blue sapphire from the sea
And a bold red ruby from a bonfire
I will put in
the box
A thirteenth month and a green planet
A water realm with blazing fire
A fire realm with sparkling water
My box is created
from lava and fire
With sands of time and black thoughts
Its lid is made from sparking geodes
I will leap
from star to star
And land on Jupiter
The colour of fire
I
Don't Know How to Rhyme by Orit
Addous (aged 12)
I know how to write a poem
but I don't know how to rhyme
so maybe you can teach me
if you have the time.
How
to Rhyme by Roger Stevens (aged
lots)
Okay, I'll try
to teach you.
Rule one is Stay Awake!
But your poem rhymed! Halloo Hallah!
Was it by mistake?
Found
Poem by Hannah Cruz (aged 12)
Fortunes forgave
Fierce wrath
Prolongs
Unfailing
Love
Generations
Look down from heaven
Listen
Promise peace
Salvation
The earth
Alone
Trusts mercy.
Happiness
by Oliver Hadingham (aged 9)
Happiness
is red.
Happiness feels like a bright rainbow
bursting out of your head
It smells like a butter toffee
It looks like a red rose sparkling in the morning sunlight.
It lives in your heart and stays there forever!
Death
by Oliver Hadingham (aged 9)
death is black
it feels like cold rain & a naked flame
it smells like re-burnt ashes and spilt blood
it looks like an acute point on a knife
and a grey lead bullet from a gun
It lives in your mind and drains your heart
but the damage cannot be repaired
Beaches
by Will Hamilton-Davies (aged 9)
Everybody likes the hot sandy beaches
With the dark blue ocean
And when it's hot you use the yellow creamy lotion
And the rocky sides with the crashing that lay in the sun
With all the little children having fun
Then you have the beach side cafes were the grown-ups hang out
And when you have to go the grown-ups have to shout
The
Coming of Autumn by Nicole Jackson
(aged 11)
The
cloud crept along the sky,
The wind uttered one long sigh.
The animals hid,
Into their homes they slid
And the trees seemed to say, 'Autumn is nigh!'
A
Tanka by Poppy Bates (aged 8)
For a rainy day
I kept a special bracelet.
It fell in a drain
The rain was very heavy
And then it all starts again.
Poems
of the Jungle by Shanice Dougan
(aged 10)
1
The
lion, king of the jungle,
So very fierce and strong,
Will hunt for food and protection
All the day long.
The
monkey so crazy and wild
Will swing around the trees,
Taking risks by stealing honey
From some very angry bees.
2
Joy
of many creatures
Understand that a Jungle is
NOT a forest
No people except naturalists
and explorers dare to enter
Giant trees go on and on and
on and on…
Lots of animals live in this
world
Especially the Lion King!
3
Green
is the grass that covers the jungle or the fresh leaves.
Blue is the clear sky behind the trees or
the lakes,
the animals drink or the crocodile's home.
Yellow is the sun that brings light and heat
or the
lion's thick and smooth skin.
Brown is the monkey causing mischief and noise
or the rough trunk of the trees.
If the World Was a Better Place by
Aimee Nassim (aged 9)
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd do…
Well, I'd cure all illnesses and I'd do that just for you!
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd say…
Well, I'd stand up to all the bullies, I'd stand up and say HEY!
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd see…
Well, I'd see us playing, yeah, just you and me!
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd do…
Well, I'd become a famous singer and sing a song for you!
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd say…
Go outside, it's a very lovely day!
If the world was a better place, I wonder what I'd see…
Well, wouldn't it be nice to dream of peace and harmony!
Eragon by
Melissa M. (aged 11)
A king who rules this empty place,
A boy with a mission he has to face.
The boy escapes with his dragon and master
Everyday he has to run faster and faster.
Monsters are chasing him to put him to jail,
But if that happens his task will fail.
His task is to save the poor kingdom
The king and the monsters he's saving it from.
He comes to safety he's been waiting for
But more and more danger comes, more and more.
He saves the ally from the king
They are his hero for that small thing
Because they won the battle but war's still going on,
The people will fight together with Saphira and Eragon.
Bad Day by Tori (aged 12)
I ran for the bus but I was 10 minutes late
I screamed at the bus driver but she didn't wait
When I got to the school my locker was bust
The hinges fell off cause they were covered in rust
I forgot my pencil when I got to class
In gym class my team came in last
I was last for the showers and there went the bell
I was late for class and my teacher was as made as… well…
In science I accidentally blew up my vial
And tripped on a foot stuck out in the aisle
I forgot my lunch money and couldn't find a place to sit
I ate in the bathroom and it smelled a bit
During lunch I dropped my tray
In art I spilled paint on my clay
My friend sneezed all over my shirt
I fell at recess and it really hurt
Some may say I need a four leaf clover
I just hope the day will soon be over
Fear
by Shanice Dougan (aged 10)
Fear is the dull grey clouds darkening your confidence.
Fear is the howling winds sweeping out your courage.
Fear is smoke rising from a fire and hypnotising your spirit.
Fear is a swirling tornado whipping out your defence.
Fear is a terror for you to face…
Red
by Conor Gillen (age
8)
Red
like Arsenal's home kit
When they play at Emirates.
Red like a Ferrari
Speeding up the road.
Red like Jack's schoolbag
That he brings to school.
Red as blood
When you get a bleeding nose.
Red like the sun
On a hot summer day.
Red like the seats
You sit on at Wembley.
Ripping Roaring Red!
Blue
by Erin McIvor (aged 8)
As
blue as the sky
Brightening up the world.
Blue like our shirts
That we wear to school.
As blue as the ocean
Stretching out so far.
As blue as the curtains
In our classroom.
Blue like blue paint
Being slopped onto paper.
Blue is Breathtaking
I Am by Hannah Cruz (aged 12)
I am sensitive
with an artistic soul.
I wonder about what I'll be when I grow up.
I hear countless whispering voices carried on the midnight breeze.
I see the sun sink into the horizon, setting fire to the twilight
sky.
I want to be a performer.
I am sensitive with an artistic soul.
I pretend I
am acting on Broadway.
I feel a rush of excitement as the crimson curtain rises.
I touch the velvet petals of a pansy.
I worry that I won't have an impact on the world.
I cry when people don't understand me.
I am sensitive with an artistic soul.
I understand
that everything happens for a reason.
I say treat everyone equally.
I dream of better things.
I try to do more than just "get by."
I hope for that one special chance to be more than I've ever been.
I am sensitive with an artistic soul.
Beaches
by Will Hamilton-Davies (aged
9)
Everybody likes
the hot sandy beaches
With the dark blue ocean
And when it's hot you use the yellow creamy lotion
And the rocky sides with the crashing that lie in the sun
With all the little children having fun
Then you have the beachside cafes were the grown-ups hang out
And when you have to go the grown-ups have to shout
The
Magic Box by Yaya (aged 11)
(based on the poem of the same name by Kit Wright)
I will put in
the box
The swaying of green leaves
Waves crashing on the yellow sand
Whistling wind blowing through your window
I will put in
the box
The smell of a hill of violets
The green of the highest mountains
And the world's best perfume
I will put in
the box
The taste of the world's sweetest raspberries
Hot chocolate on your tongue
And the taste of a strawberry cake
My box is fashioned
from snowflakes as transparent as crystal
With the softest clouds on the lid and with roses' sharp thorns
in the corners
Its hinges are made of green leaves
I shall travel through the fluffy clouds, through the blue sky.
I shall be free with my little box, living in the mountains
and living in a little house made of wood by a river.
My
Volcanic Teenage Sister by Matthew
Spencer (aged 10)
My sister erupts
at anything!
Smoke flows from her burning nose, and she blames it all on me!
Scorching hot flames burn inside a lava volcano inside her brain,
She is deadly in her violent ways.
My sister is volcano on a computer waiting to explode!
That is a fact no matter what, and it always will be.
What
is God Doing? by Charlotte Louise
Phillips (aged 8)
When snow comes
God is sprinkling salt on his chips
When it rains God is having a shower
When it thunder's God is moving his furniture around
When it is lightening God is looking for something with his torch
When it is foggy God is dusting
When it is wind God is blowing his soup to cool it down
But when it is sunny - God is happy and smiling
Can
You Hear… by Olivia Johnson
(aged 10)
Can you hear
the sun rising and falling?
Can you hear a butterfly fluttering through the sky?
Can you hear the flowers swaying in the breeze?
Can you hear the trees blossoming with life?
I wonder…
Can you hear
the ducks floating silently down the stream?
Can you hear me imagining what the garden will look like in Summer?
Can you hear the world spinning around and around?
I don't think so!
Reflection
by Ethan Cutler (aged 10)
When I looked
into the river,
I saw the happiest man in the world.
For the sun was shining and
The fish were jumping.
Then I looked in again,
And realized it was me!
Dictionary by Jessie de Burgh Hemming
(aged 10)
The words erupting out, burning my brain.
The smoking teacher has a deadly shout, to make me read it again
and again.
I'm starting to shrivel and I feel sick inside, to read this means
I want to hide.
This huge word filled thing, as heavy as a rock, feels like its
melting into lava
IT'S HOT HOT HOT!!!
Rare Red by Shea McTaggart (aged
8)
Red
as the apples
In County Armagh.
Red like a warm sun
On a summer's day.
Red as Kilrea
The team I play for.
Red like Man U's shirts
My fave team.
Red as a red Ferrari
The best one.
Red like an angry teacher's ears
When they are cross!
Red as lava
The hot stuff.
Razor
Rare Red!
The
Magic Box by Lara (aged 10)
I will put in
the box
The crashing sound of the bluest waterfall,
The cup of the hottest chocolate with the smushiest marshmallows,
The freshest flowers from a moist rainforest.
I will put in
the box
A 32nd day in the best month of the year,
The black drops from a rainstorm,
The music of a pencil that writes by itself.
I will put in
the box
The sound of a curious mouse thinking,
The smell of a brand-new book,
The gold medal of a talking dog.
My box is fashioned
from bright shining stars with fluffy clouds on the lids and
Freezing cold ice in the corners. Its hinges are floating snowflakes.
I shall swim
in my box in the great wild oceans of the Atlantic
Then discover the world of magic under the purple clouds.
No One Resists Red! by
Caitlin Convery (aged 8)
I
like RED
Red like an apple
Just picked from a tree.
Red like a vampire's mouth
Bleeding.
Red as red paint
Lumpy and wet.
Red raspberries
Growing on a bush.
Red is in a running race.
Red is Roaring!
Red is Rolling!
I Like Red!
The
Magic Box by Martin (aged 10)
I will put in
the box
The noise of beautiful waves crashing into the rocks in the sea
My sister laughing when she is happy
And wind pushing branches back and forth
I will put in
the box
The smell of the green mountain when it has just rained
The smell of a bakery
And brand new paper
I will put in
the box
The feeling of a dog when it has just been born
Green and smooth grass in a field
And dry sand in the beach
My box is fashioned
from ice and branches with metal on the lid
And squashy clouds in the corners
Its hinges are made of sticks and smooth grass
I shall ice
skate on the inside of the box until I die
I shall go to Miami Beach and throw my box into the sea
Can You Hear? by Stephen Cheatle
(aged 10)
Can you hear the Earth orbiting around the sun?
Can you hear the sun burning up?
Can you hear my shadow moving?
Have you heard the clouds picking up water?
Can you hear stars shining in the sky?
Can you hear bones cracking as they break?
Can you hear ants collecting food crumbs?
Have you heard nails becoming looser in a wall?
Snowstorm
by Kim Brandt's first
grade class, 2007
Really big snowflakes
Everything is freezing,
Snowing in April.
The
Shadow of Day by Jacob Tardoni
(aged 12)
Night - the shadow,
Only defeated by dawn.
Killing dusk,
Leaving dew on the lawn.
Dawn - the flashlight
in the dark,
The infant of day.
Killing night,
Leaving light from the slay.
Dusk - the battle
between night and day,
Leaves blood in the sky.
Night always prevails,
But the moon still must cry.
The
Magic Box by Rebecca Hindle
(aged 8)
I will put in
the box;
a rose whistle from the littlest robin,
the ruby smoke from a dragon's nostrils,
a gold cloud from the morning sunset.
I will put in the box:
a black spot from a baby giraffe,
a turquoise rain drop from the biggest cloud.
My box is fashioned from crystal stars and rubies with sequins on
the lid
and magic in the corners
and its clasp is the clip for a princesse's hair
Echo by Shannon (aged 9)
Down in the
deep, deep cave
I feel like I am in another world
a world full of darkness
I cannot see!
I feel slimy gooey rocks under
my feet and I'm scared I might slip
I try to grab something to stop me
falling but I can't see
I step on a sea urchin and I feel
the pain of the sea urchin's spikes
as the salty sea water stings my wound
I'm frightened because I cannot see
I can hear the sound of the bats
I call for help but only my echo comes back.
Llwewllyn
Came Back from Hunting by Francesca Mason (aged 10)
Llwewllyn came
back from hunting.
He couldn't believe his eyes.
Llewellyn's blood started rushing
While his dog Gerlert lay.
Llewellyn passed
the fateful dog
While lonely baby cries.
He regrets going in the fog.
The lonely baby hides.
He heard the
lonely baby crying.
While searching up and down.
Poor Llewellyn came back looking.
That spot he never found.
Places
by Dante Spataro (aged 11)
Video games are made in it
Pagodas were portrayed in it.
Tokyo
I like it there.
Pizza is hotter in it
Streets have water in it.
Venice
I love that place.
Dolls are made in it
Cricket is played in it
London
I like it there.
Gladiators fought in it
The Pope has taught in it.
Rome
I love it there.
Cheese is eaten in it
Pastries are sweeter in it.
Paris
I like it there.
Freedom was born in it
9/11 was mourned in it.
America
My favorite place.
Sad
by Bradley Cottam (aged 10)
S is for saying sorry
to mum
A is for angry dad shouting at me
D is for dreaming about my nan.
The
Middle of Nowhere by Miron Farmus
(aged 11)
The wind whistles a solitary tune,
Pitch darkness devours everything in its way,
High above the sky turns blood-red.
The clouds sneered like a murderer,
Trees scraped the rocks around them,
In the sky ,the moon whispered gruesomely.
Friendship by Theo Harvey (aged
10)
It's playing basketball
It's having play fights
It's having a bake ride
It's sharing jokes with each other
It's playing on a PS2
Because that's what friends do!
It's playing games
It's playing football
It's listening to each other's music
It's changing fashion too
Because that's what friends do!
What
Am I? by Dominic Snead
Bald eagle
Sky-flyer
High-glider
Greedy-gorger
Worm -eater
Early -weaker
Feather -duster
Genie
Rap by Narmatha Rajendran
Hey everybody, listen
yo!
Here's a tale you might just know
its all about a blingin' man
who has a blue dude from a lamp
out of the lamp came Mr G
who granted Aladdin wishes three
He met a girl on market street
and saw some lambs that went bleat bleat
On his carpet he flew to the balcony
he saw her and said, "Chal gal"
You wanna rise and be my gal.
"Whatever," she said in a blushing way
and then they flew away
Meanwhile
her tiger Rajah
and her dad the maharajah
they waited for her till midnight
but no she didn't come back till daylight
"Respect," he said and flew away
while she thought about him night and day
Happiness
by Peter (aged 9)
Happiness is like lying
in a field of yellow dandelions,
Happiness is like you're in a bath of pure blue water,
I feel happier than anything.
Silence
by Katherine Sweasy (aged 8)
The room is quiet,
Very quiet
The room is silent,
So silent I can hear my heart.
My heart thumps away
The room is still,
Very still
Almost lifeless
The room is quiet
Very quiet
The room is silent.
Curtains
by Robbie
Today in assembly the teacher
closed the curtains
she opened and closed them and
jumped with joy but when
the string broke
the curtains fell on her head
So she went
to her house
and fiddled with the curtains there
A Very Short Poem
That I Didn't Bother To Write
by Euan Ridley (aged 10)
The end
Silent
Dawn by Oneeb Bin Nauman (aged 8)
I love the silence of the dawn
When I can make a plan
This quiet world is mine
I feel it's in my span
I love the silence of the dawn
I love it when the sun is up
I jump out of bed and yawn
And run out to see my pups
The birds sing a lovely song
Which is very soft and sweet
I can hear it all day long
Without it my morning's incomplete
I love the mornings, whatever season
Whether hot or whether cold,
I love mornings for my reasons
Because it is a thing of beauty to behold.
March
by Junior Belino Cabansag (aged
9)
Coldness zoom!
Flowers bloom!
March is such a trick.
It is like magic.
Hibernating animals jump out of bed
Getting all their little cubs fed
They wander around trees
Trying to find their families
Sleds, snowman, snowflakes will be gone
Children will play under the sun
Kickball, jump rope, all that is fun.
Winter is waving,
Spring is coming,
March is exciting!
Light
and Dark by Vivian Wong (aged
11)
Light
Bright, shiny
Bursting, glowing, gleaming
Daylight, angel, moonlight, devil
Darkening, freezing, haunting
Cold, black
Dark
Where
I Am From by Nurbait Krueng (age 12)
I am from swelling
bruises of my father's hand trying to build a nursery for my brother
and I.
Standing by the blue pond every evening to watch the sun falling
asleep.
I am from the grocery store that sells Melinjo crackers, and a friendly
man who sells papaya and cane juice by the street every Friday evening.
I am from a hot sunny sky that dried my clothes swinging on the
clothespin
I am from a singing cricket under the house every night, and singing
wind that whispers through my hair.
I am from a candle and lantern lights at night and sunny skies in
the day.
I am from invisible shoes and sandals, from bare feet everywhere.
I am from the rhythm of the soul coming from my mother every time
she's in the kitchen.
I am from clear winking skies at night, watching the roof with many
shiny eyes
I am from the bright lamp up above, guiding me walking at night.
I am from where woman is hidden like a seed under many sweets.
I am from twelve boys and girls who give Mak and Abu a hard time
during crawling moments.
I am from my father's pond that extends out like a blue sea of mermaids.
I am from white sand against blue water with waves that sings.
I am from a strong mother who held her eight little angels through
storms, seeking freedom.
I am from invisible pain, visible pleasure, the starry night skies,
the whispering wind, the glimpse of beauty from the tip of the roof
to the ground.
I am from Acheh the knee of the globe.
Life
by Violet Harrison (aged 12)
My life,
I can't explain,
Too much has happened in such little time,
It was lost,
Then was found,
It had its hills,
Valleys,
And rivers,
But I'm still me,
I'm typing this before it's too late,
I know I'm about to take in a big loss,
And I don't know how I'm going to live on,
Someone rooted deep in my heart,
Is going far from here,
Like an old sprawling planted in the center of a thick forest,
Its branches were worn with love,
And its bark becoming ragged from its utter age,
Abruptly, it is plucked from its home,
And from its fertile ground,
Drifting up and up,
Like when you lift off on a plane,
And the world becomes more and more minute,
Back in the forest,
Animals stir,
And birds chirp with sorrow,
An empty crater,
Digs deep in forest floor,
Never to be replaced.
I
Am by Aldrayne Belino Cabansag (aged 10)
I am the only one
I… is only one letter
but I make things better.
I… is only
one word,
but I control the world.
I …is used
as a subject never a predicate
but I am a sincere dedicate.
I…is written
in capital
because I am special.
I… is a
big word in any statement
for I have no replacement.
I…is singular
for real
used as plural in present tense deal.
It is such an exception
For you to make a big action
and sense the special reaction
You came from
I
You are wondering why
It is always "You and I"
Never "I and You"
For whatever reason,
behind you
I always stand.
You don't understand
When miseries are grand
That I have planned
I never liked
lie
I have an only One who died
To lift you up high.
You have a gift,
to be courageous and swift
and to make a big shift.
Use it to make a difference
for I gave you existence.
I am
what I am
I am the Alpha
and the Omega, the Beginning and … The End.
Valentine
by Isobel Cooper (aged
7)
Daffodils are
yellow
Snowdrops are
white
Could you be
My Mr Right?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
My heart beats faster
When I see you!
My hair is blonde
I've got blue eyes
Who am I?
It's a surprise!
A
Title by Vaughn Krueger (aged
12)
Trying to find
a title.
Ideas running through your head
Yet none fit.
It must be perfect
Nothing else will do.
It must be descriptive,
It must JUMP out
It must tell what its all about.
A title is what you need
To complete the poem.
A title.
Spring Morning by
Christina Broestler (aged 12)
Frog sunning
on lily pad
As dragonfly darts by
Thrapp!
The
Love Letter by Robyn Nagioff
(aged 9)
I'm writing a letter to my love
It says
'Dear Rodger,
I love you.
Love Alison'.
I passed the note to him.
I smiled at Rodger hopefully.
He sent me back a note.
It read
'Dear Allison,
There's no d in Roger!'.
The
Season of the Waterfall by Andrea L. (aged 8)
The waterfall
is an ocean
As a season on the Earth
You say you make a sky in
The ocean
You are foolish to me not to you
The problem is
Now you do not know how
To swim in the waterfall.
The
Lightning War by Caitlin (aged 11)
May 10th, 1941
Today,
I can hear,
the screeching sirens, like
the constant howl of a were-wolf.
Today,
I can smell,
the smoky air, like
a rubbish dump.
Today,
I can feel,
the sadness overcoming me, like
a ship going down.
Today,
I can see,
all the bright colours, like
a busy circus.
Today,
inside, I feel,
really hollow and empty, like
a rotten Easter egg.
The
Big Blitz by Becky Vallot (aged
10)
Evacuation was
horrid, as horrid as a bee,
But it was definitely nothing to what I was about to see.
Our house as flat as a pancake with nothing left inside,
I'm empty and I'm lonely with nowhere to hide
I can hear the
sirens of fire engines like an angry eagle's cry,
I can smell the blitz itself like poisonous chemicals,
I can feel the air closing in on me like a cage that's far too small,
I can see lots of fire like the suns landed on the earth
Inside I feel
empty, as empty as a hollow tree,
The evil witch is angry so she has cast the world with her curse.
When
I Write a Poem by Ben Kulvichit (aged 10)
When I write
a poem
I sit there for twenty minutes,
Sometimes even longer,
'Till the teacher's reached his limits.
I sit there
in a world of my own,
Wond'ring what to write,
Then it suddenly comes to me,
In a blinding flash of light.
Words and phrases
whiz around,
Ideas run about,
There are so many of them,
Just how do I sort them out?
Out of the jumble,
couplets form,
My pencil flows with ease,
I change a few words, here and there,
Voila! A masterpiece!
Seasons
by Paige T. (aged 10)
Winter
All covered in snow and frost.
What a wondrous time!
A drop of snow plops on my head from a snow covered tree.
Children with fuzzy mittens on throwing snowballs at each other.
Spring
Flowers delight.
A woman smelling a bloomed violet.
Birds chirping endlessly.
Mama gardening.
Summer
Children playing in the grass.
It tickles their bare feet
Sounds of Mama blending a peach smoothie.
The tastes of salt-water when I go swimming in the ocean.
Fall
When leaves fall from the trees
Orange and green and red and brown.
Children go back to school.
In their new clothes
The
Cold Room by Zach Henry
I entered the cold room
No voices could be heard…
I searched for the one with no soul
I knew the one was in here
I looked around for quite awhile
No voices could be heard...
I heard sounds of creaking
Sounds of footsteps
Sounds of smashing
But no voices could be heard...
The one was here.
The one did not speak…
So I was about to leave the room.
But then...
A faint whisper…
I turned around...
There was the one...
and the voices
could be heard...
I
am Illustrian by Tom Child (aged
9)
I am Illustrian,
I know who you have been in past lives,
I know how you will live,
I know when you will die,
I know what you think of others and what they think of you,
I know where you will be in 500 years,
I know who are your friends and who is your foe,
I know where you have been and where you will be,
I know your position in the community.
I have been to the depths of the ocean,
I have been to the crater of Vesuvius,
I have been to the core of the Earth,
I have been to the edge of the galaxy.
I have been water flowing down a stream,
I have been an eagle flying freely through the air,
I have been dirt on a grown mans' shoe,
I have been stars shining in the sky.
I have suffered cruelty, I have been treated richly,
For I am Illustrian
Tsunami
by Ben Kulvichit (aged 10)
The giant fist
of Poseidon, crashing down and destroying everything in its path.
An immense brick wall, ready to tumble down onto the surrounding
area.
The ripple of a giant's stone, failing to skim across the ocean.
A blanket drifting down upon you as you fall asleep.
Dear
Diary by Amy Louise Morris (aged
12)
I am being bullied
by Sammy Howard
She hit me today
It hurt so bad
What have I done to
make her so mad?
Is it my hair?
Or maybe my eyes
I just want to collapse
and cry and cry
I want to go play
She pushes me away
I feel so alone
I want to go home
Maybe tomorrow
she'll stop calling me
and maybe I won't fall
to my knees
But you know what I've learnt
about Sammy Howard?
That really all she is
Is simply a coward
Poison
Ivy by R.T. Schaper (aged 10)
Watch me as
I slither
up a tree and conquer
like a Rebel.
My smooth
body disguises
me as a Friend
but don't dare
come near me
or you will be rewarded
with Pain.
My silent
movement
makes me a spy
as I fulfil My
Attack.
I smell like Christmas
so I can attract you
toward me and
treat you with Grief.
Business by Saffron (aged 10)
Business as
usual, no one to help
Everyone busy, except for me. Help!
What shall I do, what shall I say?
I don't know when I'll say,
I'll probably say in May that
I have nothing to do, I want something to do
Shall I get a new job?
TELL ME WHAT TO DO
I want to work, it may not be fun
I want to work so my boss better not be a jerk
He'd better let me work or I will quit
then find a job that lets me work
and the boss might not be a jerk
If I get a new
job then it would have to be fun
I could be a swimming instructor
or a lifeguard in the sun
I could be a woman on the moon
or a zoo keeper that works with a baboon
I could be a rock star,
or a person who works at a bar
I should get a new job - It might be fun
whizz
me back to the top, please
