The
Wind by Bilal Coombs (aged 10)
I wish freedom was like the wind.
You can't catch it.
The wind is free to blow where it wants.
The
Swan by Erin Morris (aged 11)
Sarah is a swan
Elegant in her prime.
She glides gracefully, holding her head high.
Ruffling her clothes like feathers as she
Moves,
Like an athlete in a five hundred metre swim.
This beautiful creature is a work of art in a
Fame museum.
This kind figure can heal all with her beauty.
But alas, when nightfall comes, her beauty fades
For no one can see her gracefulness in the dark.
The Beach by Alexandra Bull (aged
11)
Soft
speckled sand
touches my feet.
Rocks
are spread all over;
as if there had been an
explosion!
Water
softly laps
the cold wet sand.
Wind
gently touches my face.
All my fears are blown away.
Sun hides
behind clouds,
the sea glows.
All around
me
is cool
and beautiful.
I sit
here all alone,
happy,
but calm.
Haiku
by Bethan Rose English (aged
9)
Shouting
and boasting
Going through a naughty phase
These are the bad days
Why
I Wonder by Jane (aged 12)
Why,
I wonder
No question, no answer
no singer, no dancer
no children, no laughs
no quarters, no halves
no fears, no cries
no layers, no lies
no killer, no gun
no father, no son
no soul, no life
no husband, no wife
no morning, no light
no darkness, no night
no builders, no houses
no sewers, no blouses
no feelings, no hearts
no pieces, no parts
no starting, no ending
no helping, no lending
no dreaming, no sleeping
no sowing, no reaping
no weak, no strong
no singer, no song
no friends, no hope
no thread, no rope
Difference
by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
You laugh at me 'cause I'm different;
I laugh at you 'cause you're all the same.
You say I'm not normal;
I say that you're plain.
Hereditary
Beach by Claudia. A. Wyk (aged
12)
The wind blows sand at your eyes.
Ignoring it, you breathe deeply,
Hearing the seagulls' cries.
People run from the water's edge,
Some climb the rocks, near the ledge.
Umbrellas shield those from the sun
But many people don't care and just have fun.
Run to and fro, in the sand and in the water.
Later I'll be doing the same, with my daughter.
I
Did It Wrong by Poppy Jeffery
(aged 9)
Once I tried to write
a haiku. I couldn't do
it. I never will
I did, I did it
Oh I didn't
I did it wrong
St.
Lucia by Mathew Macdonald (aged
9)
Such a sunny place.
Tropical fish that are so colourful.
Lots of yachts out on the sea.
Umbrellas burning so hot.
Calm sea like the day is dawning.
Investigating the rain forest.
Ants crawling up your leg to get some shade.
Shore
by Alisha Message (aged 11)
The sun leaves a trail
of light
Across the deep murky water
Where there's always something new.
Wind flies past me,
The speed makes my hair fly,
Winds whistling, sends a chill down my spine.
Trails of footprints lead nowhere,
Sand squishes between my toes
And my woes disappear
Paper
Boy by Calum and Nicholas (aged
9)
Mum can I do a paper
round?
Go ask that father of yours
Dad can I do a paper round?
I don't like the idea of you skipping school sonny.
But I won't skip school dad.
Go and ask your mum.
Mum, Dad asked me to ask you if I can do a paper round?
Okay, but school has started.
Can I do it tomorrow?
Okay, go and ask the newsagents if you can.
I'll go on the internet and give them an e-mail.?
Okay
But dad?
What?
I've just remembered - you have to be fourteen
St.
Lucia by Joshua Lockyer (aged
9)
St. Lucia is a
gorgeous place
To swim in the sparkling water
Like a glittering diamond
Upon the lush sand beneath the
Caribbean shiny sun
I wish I could be there with
A best friend.
Numbers
by Georgia Rushbury (aged 10)
Three, six and nine
Put them together makes
Three hundred and sixty nine or
Some thing
Goings
On by Jessica Filby (aged 8)
On a theme by Wes Magee
In York they fry pork
In Crewe they eat stew
In Cheam they drink cream
In Leek they eat leek
Yet in Combeinteignhead
They just, er,
eat bread with spread.
In Bath they laugh
In Wye they cry
In Hull they're dull
In Wyck they're sick
Yet in Combeinteignhead
They just, er,
Lie there in bed,
Feeling quite dead.
In Frome they groom
In Lyme they're sublime
In Troon they swoon
In Wash they're posh
Yet in Combeinteignhead
They just, er,
Said they were confused!
Angry
Pot by Louise Maclaurin (aged
11)
My boiling anger overflows,
It leeks out and stains.
I turned the gas up to high,
I struggle to put on the lid.
The world is now against me,
Lying, unfair.
I run around steaming,
Slowing going to a simmer.
I reach the point where I stop,
There is no gas left.
Black by
Patrick Cadle (aged 10)
Black...
is born when a tornado kills
looks like the dark sky at night
sounds like an owl moaning from a graveyard
feels like a gunshot to the gut
smells like a seashell found in the dark, stormy sea
makes me feel like something bad is going to happen
dies when morning comes and lights up the sky
Pencils
by Riana Stevens (aged 8)
Resting in your desk, or on top.
Work me hard, I want to write!
When I get dull, sharpen me,
But when it's full dump it out.
Make me sharp again.
Then use me over again.
I can come in Red, Black, Sparkles,
Blue, Purple, Violet,
Green, Maroon, and more!
You use me so much my tip is at the eraser.
My time is up, good-by, I'm in the trash!
Yaaaaah, it's my turn!
Haiku
by Anthony Maroon (aged 10)
Anthony Maroon
Is on his best behaviour
He is Lebanese
A
Monster by Devin Cook (aged
12)
Don't go into the closet.
Don't look under the bed.
There are problems hiding there,
That's what you said.
A monster.
A black hole.
A deadly epidemic
That's taking its toll.
Tell me everything is okay.
Tell me everything is okay.
Won't you tell me what I'm diving into?
Won't you tell me another way?
Unleashing a nightmare into reality,
A vacuum sucking up my vitality.
I'll show you my hospitality
If you demonstrate your brutality.
Hide under the covers,
Running from lies.
I know you'll save me
From the demise.
Every
Day It's the Same by Devon Conrad
(aged 11)
Ring the bell
Come on in
Eat your lunch
Go back out
Look at clouds
Go inside
Read a book
Watch TV
Do home work
Concentrate
Every day
It's always
The same for
All of us.
We need change.
The
Morning by Craig Gristwood (aged
10)
The morning whispers
like a soundless cloud
Leaves are budding pop up like a kangaroo
The glazing air waves around classroom
Windows
Blaze smoothly door and slithers past.
Late summer wind. The
heady lightness shun brightly around the
building. In a blue air fluff
Lamp grows energy in gaps to enough pits.
The fire in their lungs.
Haiku by Adam
Foster (aged 9)
Tall dandelions
Being blown by little kids
As their seeds blow off.
Small unique snowflakes
Swirling across the blue sky
Landing on the ground
My
Kenning by Adam Foster (aged
9)
It's a..
Red faced
Chin lowerer
Hands puncher
Feet kicker
Door slammer
Book bender
Nasty thinker
Plate smasher
Tantrum thrower
Remorseful
Apologiser
Happiness Is by Kira Strachan (aged
8)
It's ice skating trying
to stay stood up.
And skating when I don't fall over.
Happiness is eating a hotdog covered in sauce.
And eating birthday cake too.
Happiness is feeling kind to other people.
And happy is just like I am most of the time.
Happiness is knowing that I'm going to get what I want for my birthday.
And knowing it's going to be great.
Happiness makes me feel cheerful all the time.
The
Playground Snake by Aimee Ashton
(aged 9)
When the playground snake
sneaked silently into school.
It slithered into class six in a science lesson.
The playground snake slimed silently to the secretary's room
and strangled her to sleep.
It snaked onto the shelf in the staff room and knocked off the science
files
and scared the teachers.
The playground snake sneaked into the stock room and spat at the
teacher. The playground snake slithered in the head teacher's room
and scared her. The playground snake sneaked into the kitchen
and slurped all the sausage soup.
A
Bad Dream by Lidia Leon (aged
10)
War is horror
Too many people
Lying in a graveyard
Too many people for me to see
I am afraid...
It's a bad dream and I want to wake up!
War is horror...
What
is Orange? by James Hill (aged
8)
Orange is 'get ready'
on a traffic light.
It makes me feel cozy and warm.
A glass of orange just waiting to be drunk.
A tiger roaring in the jungle.
The pyramids of Egypt shimmering in the desert.
Orange is happy and bright.
A goldfish swimming in a bowl.
My
Kenning by Kelly Tyrer (aged 9)
Its a
Feet kicker
Door slammer
Plate breaker
Pillow pummeler
Mouth yeller
Eyes smaller
Shoe thrower
Feet stamper
Chin lowerer
Face redder
Hands clencher
Lips go downer
Apologiser.
Nature by Joey (age 12)
Clouds float in the sky
circles of cloud floating down
snowflakes soft as fluff
Freedom
by Ben Shenhar (aged 10)
Freedom is the
Sensation of
Roaming into the wild
And following your heart's
Desires
Freedom is a pigeon
Kept in a cage and
Set free into a vast
World with
Unlimited journeys and
Opportunities.
A butterfly
Sprouting out
Of its cacoon
For you see
When one opportunity
Is no longer there
A new one comes
And when something
Is too good
Believe in it, for
Only people who
Believe in their
Dreams actually
Get to see them
So if you believe
In freedom
It will come
Just wait.......
A Teacher by Charlie Bothamley (aged
12)
a child threatener
a loud shouter
a detention giver
a breathing thunderstorm
a living nightmare
a child hater
a cold-hearted reptile
a threat poser
a teller of lies
a sender out of homework
On
a School Trip by Georgia Rushbury
(aged 10)
On a school trip we went
to
Stow Heath Junior School
We met a poet there
He was so, so, so cool
His name was Roger Stevens
He taught us how to write
Fun and serious poems
That was the best day of my life
(Thank
you, Georgia - RS)
Odd
Street by Sarah Elliot (aged
10)
A man with a sand timer
sitting on his head
Zooming down the street in a flying bed
A lady with a walking stick hanging from her nose
Dressed up as Santa going Ho Ho Ho
A boy on a pencil bouncing up and down
Typing on a keyboard and giving me a frown
A girl with a pink cow chewing on her leg
With a flower on its ear stuck on with a peg.
The
Charge of the Kid's Brigade by Holly Slack and Katie Warren
Half a lesson, Half a
lesson, Half a lesson over
All in the land of daydreams
Charged the tired thirty.
"Come back class, get away from that door," she said.
Back into the classroom of torture
Plodded the tired thirty.
"What were you doing
down there?"
"It's not half three yet!"
But of course she knew there would be a leader.
Theirs not to be suspicious
Theirs not to name names
Theirs not to ask why
All in the land of daydreams
Sat the bored thirty.
Education to the right
of them
Homework to the left of them
Teacher in front of them
Thrown and flicked
Stormed at with pencil and paper
Into the jaws of chaos
Into the mouth of fun
Yawned the shattered thirty
Happiness Is by Amy Leatherbarrow
It's going on holiday
with my family and dog
And swimming on the lovely beach.
Happiness is eating a chocolate cake
And chocolate ice cream mixed together.
Happiness is feeling excited
And full of jumping joy.
Happiness is knowing that Saturday
And Sunday is coming up
Happiness makes me feel like having a party
And bringing my friends over.
Cinquain by Jack Gill (aged 8)
Un Chocolate.
Deux Crunchy nutty.
Trois Sucking, crunching, snapping.
Quatre Melts, breaks, changes shape.
Cinq Sweet.
Gum
Belongs in a Trash Can by Mason
Harwell (aged 8)
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
I don't want your gum
on the bottom of my shoe.
Your gum does not belong
under the table,
a bench, a chair
or in a stable.
You chew your gum
but you don't swallow it.
If you do, your stomach
will have a fit.
So, when you have gum
and you've chewed it a lot,
you throw it in a can
so littering you are not.
The Wave Horse by Claire Scott (aged
11)
I enjoy the noise, with
the motion of the ocean
of the wave-horse galloping the sea.
The sound like a pound, that is rushing up and down
is the wave-horse galloping the sea.
On a harbor I stand, reaching out a hand
to the wave-horse galloping the sea.
I see it go, with a glimmer and a glow
it's the wave-horse galloping the sea.......
Black and White by
Hannah Griffin (aged 11)
Dedicated to
my brother who I love dearly
Black and white gowns,
Walking down an aisle
All he can think of
Is how he is doing
What beholds to the next step
My brother
Walking to his graduation
Of loyalty
Work
And trust
My brother
Walking down an aisle
And the rest can think
He made it,
And that leads me
To tears
The times where we would only talk about graduation,
Has actually happened,
Everything he and I had expected happened,
Only,
I didn't expect myself to be sad,
For my brother,
Is growing,
Into a man,
A man with no more worries,
And only mistakes at hand,
My brother had pride in the end,
And begging,
For his power
Is only the begging.
When they threw their hats in the air
My brother,
Was there.
I love you Tyler
The
Hidden Treasure by Elenza Page (aged 10)
On the way to my school
,
I found an egg hidden in a bush,
When I looked that it was a treasure egg ,
When I took it to my home I realised
that was a magic golden egg,
It makes gold
I sold it and now I am rich.
Apollo
by Dylan Marshall (aged 10)
Come and join the this
twisted tale
A plot in fact that would never fail
The creature named Apollo.
Deep in the forest a mournful cry
Invisible to the naked eye
The creation of the sky.
The eye that sees what's yet to come
Can't bare the light of the sun,
It doesn't feel love or fun,
Creation number thirty-one.
To hold in hand the gem's power
Will kill the earth in one hour,
All will fear and cower,
In the gem's secret power,
All except one.
The destroyer his name will stand and fight,
Braver than any knight,
The barer that will bring the light,
He saw the creature he must smite.
For human he is not,
He lit a torch flaming hot,
Placed it in and fired a shot
Into Apollo's eye.
A scream let out,
More of a cry,
Burnt to ash as quick as a flash
The wind blew it high,
Back into the sky.
The gem fell and shattered
A spider came out
And it started all over again
Too
Old by Ade Shemsu (aged 9)
My shoe is off
My foot is cold
I have a bear
I like to hold
I have a hat
That's very old
And now you know how old my things are
And what's this in my pocket?
I have an old candy bar
I have old things galore
So I might as well
Go to the store to get some more
Who
Am I? by Sagar Patel & Amar Patel (aged 10 and 7)
An icicle,
A winters day,
A starless night,
A black marble gravestone,
A poisonous plant,
A sleek black hearse,
No image in a mirror,
A bitter cup of tea.
Count Dracula
Autumn
Gloom by George Dawson (aged
11)
Autumn slumps,
Dreary haze surrounds it.
Stunting growth
Crumpling nature
No crack as a safe haven.
Autumn creeps,
Through concrete jungles.
Deliberately and dangerously
Halting plants and trees... like poison!
It hath no mercy.
Autumn rages,
Possessing streets with infinite leaves.
Swooshing coats and polar fleeces,
Into oblivion.
A messenger for that that shall commence.
Spring
by David (aged 10)
Birds chirping, singing,
tweeting,
A gentle breeze blowing,
Green, bright leaves on a tall tree,
Each a work of fine artistic craftsmanship.
Man could little attempt perfection
Of such delicate, tiny threads,
All together in just the right shape.
The blue sky, warmer, brighter,
Softer than any color mortal soul could devise,
With fluffy clouds of unmeasureable majesty
Moving gracefully over us
Like soft balls of white air.
Winter
by Bethany Churcher (aged 8)
Wet and windy
Ice on all the ponds
No paddling in the sea
The leaves on the trees have all gone
Everyday is cold
Ready for Christmas
Shadow by Keith
(aged 9)
Firelight
In the night
Bright
Walking down the hall
Look at my shadow
TEN FEET TALL
Bin
Men by Andrew Mckenzie (aged
9)
I would love to be a
bin man
but my mum told me not to play with my food
I would love to be among the banana peel and junk
like any child would
I would love to meet the other bin men, and just work and chat
I would love to be a bin man
Just that.
A
Life Story by Andrew Mckenzie
(aged 9)
Sad Mrs. Mandy sat on
some candy
And picked up a blue and red stick
She'd ate one too many
And said, "if I hadn't ate any
I wouldn't be this darn sick!"
Excuses
by Bethany Churcher (aged 8)
Miss, my work just flew
out the window
Miss, I felt sick so I couldn't do my work
Miss, I've lost my book
Miss, I fell asleep so I couldn't do my spellings
Actually, Miss, I just couldn't be bothered
Waterfall
by Selina (aged 9)
Bright, beautiful blue,
Speeding, speeding down and down,
Makes you feel peaceful
Writing
Poems by Francis McNally (aged
10)
I love poems, reading
and writing them,
The words flow out, relaxing my mind,
A poem can be about anything,
It doesn't have to rhyme,
I find it doesn't take up any time,
To form the words from my mind,
Now I'm ten I love to write poems,
But when I'm ninety I am sure I will be famous.
Ball
Limerick by Devon Conrad (aged
11)
Dedicated to the big sky-blue ball I'm currently
bouncing
Ah, the joys of a ball
Great, whether big or small
It'll make you go crazy
Even if you are lazy
There's nothing quite like it at all.
The
Moon by Malcolm Bean (aged 11)
The moon flies gently
and quietly,
like that silent hunter the owl.
It gives light even in our darkest hour
It sneaks in so ever quietly without a
a single thought of praise
And then it's gone like that ol' sly fox
into the night
Sing
Sang Song by Nicole
Tribute to Spike Milligan
At the sing sang song
Where the words go wrong
And the audience all go BOO!
There's a song sang sing
It's a teacher's thing
Where they all go jibber jabber joo
At the song sing sang
All the students bang
On the piano, till spanked blue
So its sing sang song
Words go wrong
Song sang sing
Teacher's thing
Song sing sang
Students bang
A raucous squeal of a song
It's the sing sang sing sang song!
A
Tear Drop by Florence Priest
(aged 9)
A tear is like
a key
That can unlock many things,
It can lead to a crowd of laughter
So much humiliation,
Maybe lead to sympathy
You feel more accepted
But remember… you don't choose,
It's the tear's choice,
And whatever it chooses…
You're stuck with it.
Poor
Little Ted by Charlotte Maria
Slyde (aged 9)
Poor little Ted
Fell out of bed,
And found that he had
A big bump on his head!
He let out a scream
I woke from my dream,
And soon made him better
With cake and ice-cream!
Waiting
to be Found by Caroline Daugherty
(aged 11)
A bird whispers
a harmony of sadness,
All the animals hide,
What is this madness?
Roaring monsters with sharp ends
on their gigantic shovels,
Wash the Earth that once held a sea of life,
Leaving the creatures homeless and humble,
Human nature can destroy all
If we let this construction fall
Harvest
Time by Charlotte (aged 10)
I like the Harvest
in Autumn days,
When mother nature shows her ways
When the corn in the field will dance in the breeze
When big, round conkers will fall off trees.
When huge, dusty tractors cut the wheat,
When pies and crumbles are ready to eat.
When red, brown leaves are raked into piles,
When blackberry bushes can go on for miles.
When tomatoes are all plump, juicy and ripe,
When there's fruit and veggies, every type.
A
Wish by Caroline Daugherty (aged
11)
At night,
In a deep silence,
You dream,
About your accomplishments,
That you have not made,
You know what your dreams are,
You've gone that far,
Accomplish your dreams,
Live the life you dream of,
Or your dream will become a fantasy,
A hidden life
Face
Them by Florence Priest (aged
9)
"That girl
took away my only friend
and turned her against me."
Face them.
"but…"
Face them
"That boy pushed me
and told his friends to laugh."
Face them.
"How?"
Tell them to stop.
Global
Warming by Rosemary Dann (aged
12)
Cold becomes warm
Drip.
Low becomes high
Drip drip
Clean becomes dirty
Drip drip drip
Carefree becomes scared
Drip drip drip drip
Safety becomes danger
Drip drip drip drip drip
And all of a sudden,
It's all gone.
The ice has melted,
And the drip goes on.
Two
Ways by Samara Haddock (aged
12)
I'm walking through life
Every thing's okay.
Then
The way I'm on
Splits in two.
I don't know where
I should go.
One path is worn
Many people walk on it.
The other, quite new
No one else is there.
I am curious
I go down this path.
Then
I find peace
Which is what I came for.
I am glad that
I took this path.
Purple
Rose by Devon Conrad
In a sea or tame red roses,
All apparently the same
There lives a violet one
Who, though different, knows no shame.
The red roses seem so uniform
Like in a choreographed dance
Though the purple rose is crooked,
It proudly holds its stance.
Dark
Justice by Rhiannon Terrett
(aged 12)
Sacred grove turned to
evil
Blood has been spilt here
In the name of Caillech the Destroyer
But really for revenge
The spirits are angry
Deep darkness comes
The Yew have seen it all
We the Druids are soon to be grave-bound
Our blood will stain the forest
The berries will be bitter
We deserve our fate
Dark justice will claim our souls.
Under
Privileged by Tanya Spence -
Kelly (aged 12)
Though under privileged,
Are thought disabled,
Which is sad,
Though some of the able,
Are under privileged,
Under loved,
Alone, struggling,
Yet from above,
The adults, looking,
Asking why,
Their children below are,
Starting to Cry,
Hurt, Hungry,
Wanting to die,
Beaten, abused,
And to weak to try,
Fighting back,
A bad idea,
Though the children,
Should not fear,
The people above,
Who wonder, why,
Why their children,
Always cry…
I
Can't Write Haiku by Devon Conrad
(aged 11)
Once I tried to write
Just one small, simple haiku
But I just could not!
Yaay I did it!
And now I just screwed it up.
Soft
by Hannah Strong (aged 12)
Soft is like a bed of
petals,
With feathery dreams and
silent songs with a
dreamy meadow.
Falling asleep in peace,
with no disturbance
and noise just with
silent dreams.
Dreaming about country
meadows or an old mill
with birds and trees
with plants and flowers.
A nice hot bath with
lit candles and petals around
the bath and nice relaxing sounds
That's being soft!!!
My
Feeling by Katie Bates (aged
8)
I get scared on my own, it feels really cold
But my writing gets really bold
When I stand really quiet I think of lovely things.
Then I feel something in my body that sings.
Then I notice it was my heart beating up and down,
Reminding me of something waiting to be found.
I look deeper and deeper then I find out it is my heart
Thinking of my best friend then I start looking in my mind
And I find a spot to think then it came straight in my head
Then I get really tired
And tell myself it is time for bed
If
I Were in Charge of the World by
Shenneile Henry (aged 11)
I'd cancel homework and
work (period)
There would be more pools, and children would get a higher allowance
If I were in charge of the world
There wouldn't be any school or jobs
Jobs would be to watch TV and play games
If I were in charge of the world
There would be circuses everyday
and money would grow on trees.
If I were in charge of the world...
From
Nose to Toes by Rhea Kuruvilla
(aged 10)
There was once a girl called Rose ,
She always picks her nose ,
Her mother screams
Her classmate beams
So now she chews her toes!
Fireworks
by David Sharp (aged 7)
Fireworks
going up to the sky
I hate the banging ones
Running rockets up to the sky
Exploding like a bomb
Whizzing
to the sky
Open like an orange being peeled
Katherine wheels with lots of
colours
Sparklers gone out, time for bed
GOODNIGHT
Skateboard
by Sebastian (aged 8)
skateboard
fast skateboard
new, fast skateboard
smooth, new, fast skateboard
greasy, smooth, new, fast skateboard
awesome, greasy, smooth, new, fast skateboard
pro, awesome, greasy, smooth, new, fast skateboard
Fireworks
Show by Ashley A. Bates
Whiz, boom, pop!
Off they fly,
Into the night sky.
Zoom, crackle, bang!
Fountains spray up,
And put stars in our eager eyes.
Tweet, huzzz, smack!
Smoky smells in the air,
In your lungs and in your hair.
Fweezz, buzz, clang!
Singing, and spurting,
Making noise and show.
Flash, fweww, sizz!
Colors fly and spark,
Coloring the social park.
Zang, fizz, crush!
Whining and dieing,
The colors stop flying.
(silence)
The show is done,
And we had much fun!
Pizza by Jake (aged 7)
Pizza
Cheese pizza
Yummy, cheese pizza
Hot, yummy, cheese pizza
Large, hot, yummy, cheese pizza
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Witch
by Sarah-Jayne Charlesworth
(aged 12)
There was an old witch
called Jean,
Who fell in the washing machine,
She tumbled around till she almost drowned,
But came out remarkably clean
Me,
Myself by Raki Wane (aged 10)
I look in the mirror and what do I see?
A ten year old girl staring at me.
It's funny the way she does the things
She does,
And next to her
Is a little friend who
Looks exactly like her
Except,
That person has no
Brown eyes
And no
Black hair
But in the other person,
I see
Me
Myself
And I.
The
Writer of this Poem by Emma
Harvard (aged 9)
The writer of this poem
Is smaller than a pen
As strong as a butterfly
As gentle as a hen
As fast as a turtle
As slow as a leopard
As smooth as a book
As silly as a shepherd!
As rude as a kid
As loud as a pig
As fat as a dad
As tasty as a fig!
My Heart by Munroe Kim (aged 11)
My heart
Is like a maze
Filled with roads
That lead into
The things that
I like
Or hate
My heart
Is like a house
Filled with doors
That lead into
The things that
I love
Or I am angry about
My heart
Will always
Be in me
With those
Things I love
I like
I hate
Or I am angry about
Make
Your Own Path by Devon Conrad
(aged 11)
I was walking
And I came across a fork in the road.
There was a little footpath and a large highway.
I wanted to take the road not taken
But both were well beaten down.
Did I take a beaten path?
No! I made my own.
I pushed through the dense shrubs and trees
Made my own little way
And now I make my own new path
Each and every day.
Locked
in Poetry by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
The poet
Stewed in her poems
It's all she did
Work on poetry
She became a part of them
They took over her
Soon her life was poetry and only so.
Relatives didn't dare come near;
They knew she'd ignore them
Or go even more mad -
If that was possible.
'She used to be so lively,'
They all said sadly.
'But she's locked up in poetry'
It's driven her crazy
And she'll forever be locked
In poetry
Poems
by Jocelyn Shih (aged 11)
Poems,
Poems,
Poems.
Some have rhyme,
Some have rhythm.
Poetry is like
An angel's delicate voice,
Like a song,
Or a melody.
When you read a poem,
Your mind spins into a world of pictures
Made by the thrilling words of that poem.
Poems, poems, poems.
The
Blue Door by Won Kyu Lee (aged
10)
Blue door
Of my home.
It makes me
Feel cool
And relaxed.
Happy
To see the door
Blue as a sky,
I slowly
Walk into my house.
Home
Sweet Home by Yeon Kyoung Kim
(aged 11)
Teddy
You're my
Home Sweet Home
Teddy
You give me
Wishes and Dreams
Teddy
You are
Different from
Other Bears
Teddy
Your fur is like
A wing of an angel's
Teddy
Your eyes tell me
You'll always
Keep my secrets I told you
But no WORRIES!!!!!
I will
Keep your
Secrets too...
The
Gun by Year 4 Sherfield School
BANG!
The gun blasts out a mighty bullet,
the first time
hitting the target.
Feeling guilty, dreading
the next shot.
craving peace.
My
Thing by Jessica Hardman (aged
8)
I woke up in the dead
of night
listening to the sound
It was coming from the corner
and it gave me quite a fright
I saw it in the closet
with big round beady eyes
It looked all sweet and cuddly
with feet the size of pies
It could have been a
dinosaur
but it hadn't got a claw
It could have been a tweety bird
but the missing wings were flawed
That was it! I had had
enough!
I called for mum
and I could hear her run
right towards my room.
She turned on the light
and the thing had gone
Instead I could see
my guinea pig all curled up inside!
And
Then She Was Gone by Bryony
Cleary (aged 11)
Some say she wished too
hard
Some say she wished too long
But we awoke one morning to find that she was gone.
She needed not some friends nor other social things
She just wanted to be released
From what felt like puppet strings.
She wished she was a bird so she could fly away
And as she spread her arms out wide
To breathe the break of day
And when the birds they sung no song
We realised she was gone.
A
Girl in the Lagoon by Shakeira
Ward (aged 10)
The purple mist that
spread around
Within the blue lagoon,
The water lit up brightly,
Watched by the shining moon.
A ghostly light came towards me,
As I heard her cry,
A tear dropped in the lagoon,
Her light started to die.
The moon went down, the sun came up,
The girl faded away,
I didn't know what happened,
And that I couldn't say.
Spring
by Annie Tao (aged 11)
When spring comes,
The earth will come alive.
Spring will dance and sing.
Spring will dance till everyone's awake.
Spring will sing collections of soft melodies.
Spring knits rainbow sweaters for flowers to try on,
Green ones for the trees and grass.
Spring gives the thirsty river cool lemonade,
Spring paints the sky baby blue.
Spring spreads thousands of shining stars at night,
And collects them back in the morning.
Spring lightens the farmers,
Spring brightens the sad children.
Spring is magical,
Spring is our angel.
Spring brings in happiness for everyone.
When spring leaves,
She will take away happiness.
Earth is back to normal again
But spring will come again.
Heroes
by Nina Liu (aged 10)
Heroes, heroes everywhere
Do you see one over there?
Policeman, Fireman, Doctors, too
Is there a hero just for you?
The
Tsunami Disaster by Kealey Chapman
(aged 11)
There was an earthquake
under the sea,
None of them knew what was about to be,
Some of them climbed, some of them hid,
Hardly any survived whatever they did,
The wave rose high and crashed the trees,
Never again to sway in the breeze,
Houses and families where scattered around,
Some of them lost to never be found,
So here I finish this poem of mine,
And I'll read it again from time to time.
From Nose to Toes by Rhea Kuruvilla
(aged 9)
There was once a girl named Rose,
Who used to pick her nose,
Her mother screamed,
Her classmates beamed,
So now she chews her toes.
You
by Christina (aged 10)
You can wish on a star,
You can wish on a genie,
You can hope for a present,
You can beat up a meanie
You can play the piano,
You can sing from your soul,
You can dig for treasure,
You can reach a new goal.
You never can know what else you can do,
without trying it out on your own and with you,
You should never take for granted the things you may do,
For one day they could become useful, for who?
you You YOu YOU!!!!!
Little
Wooden Bed by Maggie Chio (aged
11)
Green little wooden
Bed, makes me think
Of the green cotton grass.
I would like
To lie in
The bed once more,
But I'm afraid
It's going to
Break.
It's deep in my heart,
Because
When I was little
I slept
in that
bed.
Give
and Get by Hoi Fung Ma (aged
11)
give the truth
get a good friend.
give kindness
get blessed.
give confidence
get a good grade.
Home
by Victoria Chi (aged 11)
Pink peach is like a
warm heart
Welcoming
Me home
It tastes
Delicious
Delicious
Like a chocolate ice-cream
It smells sweet
Like a lily
I feel joyful and safe
While eating it,
Just like how I feel
At home.
My
Heart by Angus Ng (aged 11)
My heart
Is like
A
Rose that
Is
pretty and lovely
My heart
Is like
A ruby that
never could
break.
My heart
Is like
Blood that
I need
To survive
My heart
My heart
Is my
Treasure.
The Clever Sheep by
Molly Murnaghan (aged 7)
Hello I'm a sheep
My name is Fred
No one knows what goes on in my head
You may think
I just eat all day
But actually I'm writing a play.
Smile
by Violet Macdonald (aged 11)
I don't know what made
me laugh,
I don't know what made me smile,
I think it's just my instinct,
When I haven't seen gran in a while.
My
Future Career by Devon Conrad
(aged 11)
Snap! Click! Smile!
Say 'cheese'!
I realized
What I wanna
Do with my life
Angles, lighting,
And photo op
Can you guess
What I want to be?
You guessed it!
A photographer for
The New York Post
Or Harvard Gazette
But I want the very most
To travel far and wide, see what I can see
Capturing things on film
Is what pleases me.
I love to write books and poetry.
I'll do both - You wait and see!
But mostly I want to take pictures
of Ireland's rolling hills
An
Observation of Mary Shelly's Frankenstein
in a set of three haiku
by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
The story observed
Is the tale of Frankenstein
And his fierce monster
Doctor Frankenstein
took some pieces of people
and he made a beast
Frankenstein's monster
terrorized the entire
town and scared people
I Love the Way by
Diego (aged 12)
I love the way
you like to have fun
I love the way
that you're always energetic
I love the way
you are daring
but most of all
I love you
Whoops, I'm talking to
the
mirror again
Goodbye
Star by Amanda Cullen (aged
7)
A lovely star,
in the sky,
say goodbye,
when you fly.
Goodbye
Haiku
by Gemma Cullen (aged 11)
What is the point of
writing haiku when you have
to abide by rules?
Haiku
by Roger Stevens (aged 57)
But that IS the point.
Without the rules, the haiku
Would cease to exist
Today's
Feelings
A Communal Poem by 1LL
I'm as sad as a monkey
with no bananas
I'm as guilty as a lion eating someone's cubs
I'm as happy as a pig playing in the mud
I'm as sad as a tiger that's eaten a friend
I'm as happy as a shark eating fish
I'm as happy as a penguin swimming in the sea
I'm as happy as a hippo romping in the mud
I'm as sad as a baby gazelle who's lost its family
I'm as happy as a crocodile
eating a buffalo
I'm as angry as a dinosaur that's lost its baby
I'm as happy as a penguin waddling on the ice
I'm as lonely as a monkey that's lost in the jungle
I'm as happy as a rhino charging at a red flag
I'm as angry as a lion who's been scratched by a tiger
I'm as happy as a pig in a swamp
I'm as angry as a teacher who's lost her temper
I'm as angry as a tiger
that's seen a hunter with a gun
I'm as anxious as a cow on a beef farm
I'm as lonely as a greedy pig that hasn't any friends
I'm as angry as a penguin at the North Pole
I'm as comfy as a cuckoo in someone else's bed.
BeInG
sTaReD aT by Christi Washer
(aged 9)
I know if you're behind
me
I know if you are there
I know if you are looking at me
but get nothing but a stare
If you are feeling like this
but have no one to talk to
just pick up a phone and contact your friend
for your sake is just a call away
Dear Roger Stevens by Kate Savin
(aged 11)
I know I've just sent
you a letter
But now, I really must say
I thought of a wonderful poem
About Goblins and Far Far Away!
So I hope that you do like my poem
Because I really think it's cool!
It's about giraffes who wear scarfs,
A fearsome hamster
And a mum who still goes to school!
So, here it is:
...Well, I've forgotten it now!
It's
Like by Eleanor Newton (aged 8)
When a farmer sows his seed
It's like a garden full of snow
When the snow begins to melt
It's like a ship without a belt
When the ship begins to sail
It's like a bird without a tail
When the bird begins to fly
It's like an eagle in the sky
When the sky begins to roar
It's like a lion at the door
When the door begins to crack
It's like a stick right down my back
When my back begins to smart
It's like a penknife in my heart
When my heart begins to bleed
It's death and death and death indeed
What
Makes Me Cry by Devon Conrad
(aged 11)
What makes me cry?
I'll tell you what!
Other people crying
Death of family
Being Teased
Pain, emotional or physical
Living in this wretched place
Friends fighting
Animals in pain
Love songs or
Sad songs
Or thinking about the hungry and poor
Those are the top 10 things
That make me cry.
And trust me,
There are a lot more.
But that's okay.
'Cause it's OK to cry.
Spread
Your Wings by Jenee Dampier (aged 10)
You can do anything
If you try
Spread your wings
And soar in the sky
If you put your mind
To something you want to do
Believe and get to it
There's nothing to lose
Don't listen to others
They're like pesky flies
Just ignore them
And your spirit will fly high
So believe in yourself
Like Martin Luther King
Do what you want
Spread your wings
Sunshine
Haiku by Tommaso Rosa (aged
9)
the sun's horizon
shines down on scuba divers
as crazy waves crash
The
Man From Dundee by Matthew Buss
(aged 11)
There was a young man
from Dundee,
Who climbed a very high tree,
He felt such a clown,
Because he couldn't get down,
He's been there since 1903!
Detention
Boy Number One by Natasha Madden
(aged 10)
Gloomy old day
Sitting in the detention bay
Looking at the wall
In the old grey school
Children outside having fun
While I'm
Detention boy number one!
A
Short Poem by Madeleine Smith
(aged 10)
I'm writing in my book,
My head is getting sore,
So I'm really sorry
But I can't write any more.
I
Can't Believe You Told On Me
by Rory Farr-Jones (aged 10)
I can't believe you told
on me
I thought you were my friend
I can't believe you told on me
I'll never talk to you again
How could you not have seen it?
You were standing right there!
She did it so obviously,
It's hard for me to bear
You went and told Ms Scarlett
Even though you knew
That when your pencil disappeared
I was still in the loo
How much of this will it take
For you to realise your huge mistake?
I don't know why she did it
Maybe for attention...
But you had better have a plan
For getting me out of lunchtime detention.
Earth by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
Earth
Isn't a wheel on a roller blade
You can't replace it when it breaks
And we're bending it.
We're rolling it over rocks on the sidewalk
And we're chipping it with our knives
We're wearing it down
Like it's a wheel on a roller blade
And we can just replace it.
Newsflash, people:
WE CANNOT REPLACE IT
SO DON'T DEFACE IT!
Light
Haiku by Tess (aged 10)
I sit listening
In beauty so bright, my light!
Under nature's oak!
Since Amber Moved Away
by Katlyn Lancaster (aged 10)
This for which I hope and pray
Happiness
Since Amber moved away.
This for which I hope and pray
Friends
Since Amber moved away.
This for which I hope and pray
Kindness
Since Amber moved away.
This for which I hope and pray
Acceptance
Since Amber moved away.
Watching
by Grace O'Halloran (aged 10)
My job
is to watch the world sleep peacefully,
Make sure the trees
are in their blanket of leaves.
I stand over the Earth, looking
quietly, silently,
It is I who holds back the wind from the
trees.
My job
is to take
place of the fiery
sun and the light blue sky,
Make sure the birds and butterflies
get their sleep,
I tuck the dreamy clouds in their beds,
It is I who sings soft humming lullabies
to babies scared of shadows that creep.
My job
is to watch the hills, the grassy fields,
Make sure I snuggle
the stars.
I sit on top of the roof-tops and
It is I who holds the moon in my arms.
For I
am NIGHT
Chess
by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
Choosing moves carefully
Holding on to the dream of beating the champ
Everyone who plays has good taste in games
Stupid moves - you just made one
Smart people play this game
Dinosaur
Jack by Olivia Griffiths (aged
9)
I went to a museum and saw lots of good things
Like a black and pink, two headed cow, and a pig with wings
But best of all I saw something new
It was a dinosaur, red, white and blue
I wanted to make best friends with the multi-coloured dinosaur
So I put out my shaky right hand and he put out his paw
I asked him his name he answered me back
He said that his name was Dinosaur Jack
So me and my Jack became
best of friends
He got in the car and we went round bends
And Jack became my dinosaur pet
But he is too big to go to the vet
'Cos when in the car, I heard a great ROAR
I realised his paw was stuck in the door
So I put on a plaster and put him to bed
At the bottom of the garden in my Daddy's shed
And now we're both happy, there is no more gloom
'Cos Dinosaur Jack lives with me in my room.
What's
in a Poem? by James Rhodes (aged
12)
This question has an
answer, an answer we need to find
"What's in a poem?" you ask, well let's get it right this
time
First of all a poem, needs something you can use
Be inspired by your surroundings, this way you cannot lose
There are many different words to learn, like onomatopoeia
And if you understand all these the rest will be quite clear
Now you gotta have some rhythm, a long, hard steady beat
So when you make your recital, steadily tap your feet
If you want you can make it rhyme, but sometimes it just isn't true,
There are many different ways to write, but it's really up to you
So that's about it, a
long, hard brainy think
on what is really in a poem, the question now is "Are you still
in sync?"
Miss
Joyce by Megan Maguire (aged 10)
Miss Joyce, you always
make us laugh,
but we hate it when you give us maths!
We've had English lectures
up to here ,
but now it's time to give a cheer!
The boys with shirt tails
hanging out are sinners,
but everyone knows that we girls are winners!
Miss Joyce, you do not
make learning a bore,
teaching us fun ways to remember science, English and more!
So I dedicate this poem
to you,
because it's about all the cool things you do!!!
If
I Was by Olivia Griffiths (aged
9)
If I was a dog, I'd wag
my tail
If I was a fish, I'd be a whale
If I was a flower, I'd be a rose
If I was a body part, I'd be the nose
If I was a colour I would be brown
If I was a jewel, I'd be on a crown
If I was an animal, I'd be a cat
If I was clothing, I'd be a hat
All these things I would love to be
If I wasn't as happy, just being me.
How Cool Are Cars? by
Marcus Boothby (aged 9)
Brakes grinding,
Horn beeping,
Engine rumbling,
Fans heating up,
Bumpers bumping,
How cool are cars?
You
by Rosie Scotney (aged 8)
You!
Your head is like a bouncy ball!
You!
Your eyes are like blue crystals shining in the light!
You!
Your ears are like flames of a fire blowing in the wind!
You!
Your nostrils are like worm holes in the dirty grass!
You!
Your mouth is like a big a plop of paint!
You!
Your paws are like the bumpy stones on the concrete
You!
Your belly is like a pot of bad water!
You!
Your hands are like the soft cream off strawberries and cream!
You!
Your backside is like Pinocchio's long pointing nose!
And that is YOU!
I
Wonder by Vassilisa (aged 10)
sometimes I wonder
why people die
it seems
they didn't
have a chance
to
let there
life go by
day after day
night after night
stuff like
this
happens in
such a
clear sight
now we
see why
so many
sorrows and
cries
because
painful
hearts still
live and die
Snow
by Christina Rogers (aged 12)
as I stare into the vast
white ocean it hurts my eyes
the snow looks like shimmering diamonds
it feels like whipped cream
and it looks so scared
I would not dare disturb it
Gone
by Bethany Negus (aged 12)
The earthquake
is called tsunami
and with it brings the army
to move the dead
searching for loved ones
although inside they know they are gone
Darkness
by Kate Boelkins (aged 12)
A blossom
of great pressure
closes
around you.
You step
into a wall
of the plant's
cold thorns.
Petals of danger
fall
where you stand.
The velvet
black leaves
seem to choke you.
You fall back
and stumble
on to a bed
of whimsical
movement
as you are tossed around
in your mind.
Chilly
Moon by Crystal Mendoza (aged
11)
I sit below the moon
Its moonlight guiding my pen
as I scribble down my imagination
On a piece of white paper that's as white as the moon.
A cold air chills me
and rattles my body which makes my writing illegible to read.
But I pour my imagination on to the paper
With the pen as an apprentice
and suddenly the air seems warm
and the moon seems to be smiling at me.
War
by Charlotte Hayto (aged 11)
Think of the
people whose countries are at war
People hurting and killing behind a closed door
Thinking that there might be hope some day
Constantly worrying that they'd be taken away
During the war there is so much hurt
People being pushed into the dirt
Bombs going off everywhere
But the people who start it don't really care
People are dead but no-one knows who
Why don't we ask, what this world has come to?
Mystery
Monsters by Jack (aged 8)
Monsters big,
Monsters ugly.
In a cave they'll
Fit quite snugly.
Monsters tiny,
Monsters tall.
Monsters that
are really small.
Monsters in
the bog,
Monsters with grime.
Monsters gruesome,
Monsters with slime.
Monsters bad,
Monsters nice.
Monsters that'll
Eat the mice.
Monster boys,
Monster girls.
MONSTERS THAT'LL
EAT THE WORLD!
Different
by Vanessa B. (aged 11)
I look around,
different
faces, clothes,
different
we have our own personalities,
but still different
we walk, talk, dress
different
not the same,
but different
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