Computer
by Joseph Crozier (aged 11)
A computer
is a gizmo with lots of bits and parts,
It can do a huge equation, before you even start
It can beat you in almost anything, from poker to go-fish or
chess,
Yes it's something you would want to possess.
But it's
best part is its internet, to which nothing can compare,
Not games, nor sounds - not even its handy chair!
Computers are the greatest things, since the radio has died,
But I still must ask the question: How can I get outside?
Bubbles,
Bubbles by Oneeb bin Nauman (aged 8)
I
pick my little pipe of wire
To blow bubbles to my heart's desire
Glittering globes are flying higher
Beautiful bubbles are admired
Moving up in the morning sun
Watching them is so much fun
Shimmering, dancing one by one
Touch them once and they are done
Love
versus Fear by Kristelle Chant
(aged 10)
Love is the colour pink on a blossom tree.
Love is a red, red rose waiting to bloom.
Love attracts you from a mile away.
Love stays forever in the lover's eyes.
Fear is the colour dark blue in the midnight sky.
Fear is a black stone in your heart.
Fear prickles your back.
Fear was a constant thorn.
Until bravery was invented.
Country
Quiet by Allie Lynn (aged 10)
Stepping along the country quiet
Thoughts are released into air
Desires dissolve and
Hopes are quenched
The country quiet satisfies them all
I am alone, my soul and the woods
Embracing the yearning
For peace everlasting
Between the country quiet and me
Round
'n Round the Sun I Go by Mukund
Sai (aged 9)
Round 'n round the sun I go,
But in an odd way as you know.
My old friends have left me alone,
Still round 'n round the sun I go.
Now
I have new friends to make,
A few of them like Ceres & Xena.
Even if I am a dwarf,
I am happy whatever I am.
As
round 'n round the sun I go.
The
Beast by Lily Hatcher (aged 11)
The beast is a thousand feet tall
and his body is a mountain.
His hair is a waterfall of gushing red strands,
his eyes are two mischievous sparkling coals.
When he laughs everything shakes and trembles,
he is a greedy monster and takes up a huge space.
Whilst sleeping the evil beast is harmless,
but when he is awake, WATCH OUT!!!
This beast is greedy and devastating,
causing disaster to all who surround him.
This beast is the mighty VOLCANO !!!!!!!!!
War Game by Emily Smallpiece (aged
11)
War and footy,
We thought they were the same.
We'll have a laugh,
By joining war game.
We
did the training,
Marching and all.
Fighting will be easy,
Well that's what we thought.
We were in the trench,
About to fight.
Our enemies on the left,
And my friends on the right.
We aimed and fired,
We think it hit.
And then I remembered,
Did he have a kid?
Clouds
by Kevin Lam (aged 11)
Could are always gray
Up in the skies where planes fly
Across the city
The Sun by
Emmanuel (aged 10)
The
sun looks like a shimmering nuclear ball,
a precise orange circle painted by Leonardo Da Vinci.
The sun sounds like an organ on B flat,
The ocean crashing on the rocks.
The sun feels like Phoenix feathers,
A vampire bat chewing on your arm.
The sun moves like bristling oak trees,
A basketball rolling on the court.
The sun smells like self-hardening clay,
Molten magma from a a volcano.
The Greeks by Layton Spencer (aged
9)
The Cyclops on the island is the son of Poseidon.
Hoplites unconquerable, merciless, antagonists.
Everyone enjoys enemy extermination.
Gobbling,
the Minotaur munched on the men.
Run from the bull-headed, horrible, monster thing.
Empire pestilential and fortifications is strong.
Even though they have got armies the Greeks were very intelligent.
Knossos, the home of the Minotaur in Crete
So he has some people to eat.
Longbow by Jack Roadway (aged 11)
I see light brown wood beautiful and handmade tall as me!
I see cream coloured string thick as my fingernail.
I see dark brown leather a strip strapped to my arm.
I smell the smell of dry wood.
I smell the smell of the bowstring.
I smell the smell of the leather a strip strapped to my arm.
I hear twang twang, twang the bow firing the arrows.
I hear thud thud, thud the arrows hitting the target.
I hear thwack thwack, thwack the string hitting the leather a strip
strapped to my arm.
I taste the sweet taste of the victorious bulls-eye.
I taste the bitter taste of a miss.
I taste the pungent taste of leather in the air a strip strapped
to my arm.
What I Want to Be by
Oneeb Bin Nauman (aged 8)
I
want to be different
Like a glowing light for the lost
Like a gust of cool wind on a hot day
Like a sunflower among roses
Like the snow on tallest mountains
Like a peace maker in the face of war
Like a magic spell to ward off evils
Like a soothing touch to the miserable
Like a rainbow to brighten the world
Like a shining star in the black night
This difference will make the world different.
Auguries
of Innocence by Joe Hopewell
(aged 12)
An
acid rain
Puts all heaven in some pain.
All this rubbish thrown away who is going to pay?
Toxic waste
We've got to stop it post haste.
All this nuclear power
Will blow up a tower.
Hurricanes are brewin'
All over the world the hurricanes are chewin'.
Nuclear power everywhere
The electricity will strike you down and fizz your hair.
The
Nincompaptus! by Michael
And? What does
it look like?
Oh, it's got a yellow slimy face,
It's an eight-legged freak,
It's got such an enormous head,
And it's got rotten teeth!
And? Where does
it live?
Oh, it's got a bumpy pink floor,
Its bed is all slimy,
It has a scaly wall,
And sleeps all the time!
And? What does
it eat?
Oh, it eats crusty burnt slime,
And disgusting burnt fluff,
It eats garlic ice creams,
And drinks unusual stuff!
And? Who are
its enemies?
Oh, the angry wicked T-rex!
The angry spiky crocodile,
The big poisonous scorpion,
And that horrid little Tododile!
And? What does
it wear?
Nothing
It's bare.
Rain
Tears by Hannah Cruz (aged 12)
She cries,
Each sob echoing across the vast expanse
Between she and I
But that space exists only in my mind
Because
Even though I'm close enough for me to touch her shoulder
I don't
Because if I did
I would shatter this
Crystal moment of release
Her steady tears
Fall
like
rain
Then
She stops and looks at me through stormy eyes
But I can see the sun
And I think
She can too
Stuff
by Lydia Skelton (aged 10)
I love stuff
that's just plain stuff like stuff you get at shops
The stuff you stuff your mouth with or the stuff you squeeze that
pops.
Stuff is better than the things your teacher says to you
Things that they shove in your head like why do brown cows moo?
Honestly I don't know why they just don't tell us stuff
Stuff like stuffing pigeons, stuff green trees with their own stuff
That is why I like just stuff
It's fun and fun to do
And why I prefer stuff to things
And learning something knew
A
Warm Welcome by Ben Kulvichit
(aged 10)
A welcome is
a pleasant thing,
It reassures and fills you with joy.
An inviting handshake,
A comforting pat on the back,
A welcome is a pleasant thing.
Even in the
coldest of places,
A welcome makes you feel as if
You were sitting by a fire.
Although the
ground beneath your feet is new,
A welcome makes you feel as if
You have been there all your life.
But there is
such a thing as too warm a welcome,
Overpowering, making you step back,
Not in.
But the fact remains, that a welcome
Is a pleasant thing.
The
Extremely Hungry Teacher by
Georgie Stubley and Emily Gowers (Year 6)
For breakfast
Miss had:
5 students,
11 class pets,
and 24 maths books,
let's not forget 56 red biro pens
that's where they all go!!]
For lunch was:
2 teachers,
8 paintings,
and 123 full ink pens!!
And last for tea
not much compared to the rest
but my teacher ate ME!!!
Fog
by April Gower (aged 11)
A powdery soot
puffing its way through the mountains,
A clear cloth making a translucent blurr, to where I cannot see,
Reaching out but all I grab is thin misty air,
The rainforest smells of wet dew surrounding me, I cannot see,
Setting the sprinkler to mist and letting the cool,
Soft mist rub against my cheek,
Fog is what separates us, leaving us with thoughts in mid air,
Fog is the clearance you go to,
to get to the gates of heaven...
Haikus
2 by Emma Askwith (aged 11)
Clouds sit still
above.
Mountains stir a placid sea.
Nature's beauty glows.
The waters are cold,
They have all frozen over,
It is turning cold.
The weather is warm,
The sun shines up in the sky,
Its still warm at night.
Flowers are blooming,
They are all different colours,
And all different shapes.
Boats are floating
by,
Fishes swim in the ocean,
All different colours!
Titans
by Austin Hunter (age 9)
Ten
Titans
Tended
To
Tear
A Tiger
Beyond
My School by Ethan (aged 10)
Above
my school are darkened clouds ready to pour down chilly raindrops,
and wet play to begin.
Below
my school are wiggly worms and wet soil that goes so far down it
is endless.
Around
my school is a massive field were we play great games of football
and there are also church bells ringing happily in the distance.
Beside
my school is a tarmac playground where children play and are as
happy as someone who has a million friends.
Inside
my school are teachers who are super spooky and teach lessons like
Maths and Literacy.
Beyond
my school is my house which I love very much and lots of other happy
children's homes.
Ten
things to do with your Friends! by
Jessica (aged 10)
You
can stay out of your mum's way,
You can play every day!
You
can make up games,
You can play on the climbing frames,
You
can paint each other's face!
You can play a Wild western chase!
You
can try to catch a frog,
You can play with next door's dog,
You
can hide in an endless cave!
You can jump over crashing waves!
But
what ever you do
They'll always be by you!
Who
Am I? by Yasmin Ansari (aged 8)
My first is in wall
but it isn't in ball.
My second is in dog
but it isn't in dig.
My third is in bear
but it isn't in bean.
My fourth is in mouse
but it isn't in house.
What am I?
I am a...WORM!
Webs
by Alyssa Mack (aged 10)
The dew on the
front porch,
Cold but sunny.
For the innocent little bugs it is
Dark and deep
In the sun shine they glisten, silky soft but
Deadly
The home to its great master but a cemetery
For others
This is what
we call the web.
It is hidden away where nobody can see.
The poor little
ones that can not stand this life circle are
Bees
Crane flies
And
Mosquitoes.
And many more
It will shine
and glisten, but not for everybody and for everything
This is what we call the WEB!
Poems
by Sianan McCartan (aged 11)
I want to write a poem but I don't know what to write,
I'm looking for ideas but they've all gone out of sight.
I don't know what to write yet, my page it is still bare,
Oh wait a minute I've got an idea, I think I'm nearly there.
I've written a complete page now, I think it is quite good,
I think that you'll agree with me, well hopefully you should.
I've finished off my poem now I bet you're wondering how,
How I managed to finish it all, well it's over and done with now!
Homework
by Sam (aged 8)
My name is Sam
Spain
Homework is a pain
Writing poems is easy
But this one is very cheesy
Recycle
from Year 4 at Hillingdon Primary School
We want to save our planet
We want to save it quick!
Year four have all decided,
We want to do our bit.
We are collecting paper,
We are collecting card.
We are going to recycle,
Even though it's hard.
Garden waste in green bags,
the rest all go in clear.
And that's how we recycle,
Can you all hear?
Come on everybody,
Start collecting now!
Let's make our planet safe,
Just THINK, you know how.
Do
You Know What I Am? by
Sahar Abibior (aged 12)
I am so green
hiding amongst the others,
I am high up so near to the sky,
I swirl around when the wind the rushes by,
I change my colour time to time,
For when I let go the very last time,
Do you know what I am?
(I am a leaf)
Recipe to Drive a Teacher Crazy! by Lily
Hatcher (aged 10)
First put essence of crumpled homework,
in a bowl with a large pinch of messiness.
Then add a sprinkle of scruffy handwriting,
and a tablespoon full of calling out.
For the final touch;
mix in a few weeks of liquidised late for class.
Then warm up
on teacher's now-sizzling brow!!!
Nightmare
by Ellie Sheerring (aged 8)
When it's late
at night,
your eyes are shut tight,
but you're thinking,
your mind is buzzing,
and your thoughts are fuzzing.
Now you're blinking,
you try to shut out memories of long ago,
your friends were all struggling in the rain
and the snow,
but you try to blot it out,
you just want to shout,
STOP!
Then it does
and all the fuzz,
melts away,
to another place,
and another day...
Flower by Jessica Yock (aged
11)
Cells still like death,
Powdery yellow beads of pollen,
Stamen stiff reaching up to the sky,
Moistured coloured petals glistering proudly,
Has a purpose of delighting our senses.
A
Walk in Richmond Park by Ella (age 8)
Deer dancing and prancing,
Stags bellowing and lancing,
Hooves crunching leaves,
The sun shines through trees,
The children play and the stags bray,
People are on bikes,
People are flying kites,
Children swinging on trees,
Children banging their knees,
Striding through the long green grass
Stags and does lolloping past,
Home through the park,
Into the near dark
Getting to the car,
Home is not too far,
The sun is sinking.
Crying
a Fortune by Alice Evans (aged 9)
If you weep
for yourself,
you're flooding the Earth.
But if you cry for another,
your tears are worth
diamonds.
The
Shell by Finn Morgan (aged 7)
Like a stone
club tipped with magic,
Like an ice cube from Titan,
Like the tips of the Himalayas,
Just like a spotted lizard,
As elegant as a swan,
But spiked like a sword.
My
Mom, The Gardener by Jessica
Beharry (aged 12)
My mother
is a gardener
she waters me
with her showers
of love.
She prunes me,
shaping me into
the responsible
person I will
become.
She gives me
good soil
to grow in
and
fertelizer
so I can grow
better.
My mother
is my
gardener.
End
of Term by Katie Morton (aged
7)
The holidays are here again
The last day has begun
The teachers breathe a tired sigh
They say, At last we're done.
The sports day is over
The red team won the cup
I didn't win the marathon
but at least I didn't give up
The school play is finished
It really was great fun
Everyone was busy
Getting the jobs done.
Mr Bolton was so funny
He made us laugh you see
Playing Dwarves and Goslings
And showing off his knees
The holidays are starting
And now it's time to go
We'll see you in the Autumn
I KNOW you'll miss us so!!
A
Shimmering Star by Khulud Baig (aged 12)
My life was darkened
by sorrows and pains
The doors of my heart were fastened by chains
In lied the memories dull and weak
Bliss and harmony, they try to seek
Brightness had vanished from my heart
Murk and loneliness had torn me apart
But then my life was brightened by a glimmer of light
A shimmering star lightened my gloomy nights
It blew away me bereavements, it took away my grief
It left me with new memories, new concepts and beliefs
Memories which melted the anger and cries
The memories which made me touch the elegance of azure skies
Memories which taught me joviality and hilarity
The memories which filled my heart with conviviality and hospitality
I learnt to live on happiness and exhilaration
The star filled my soul with glee and elation
You are the star, which shines brighter than the sun
I tried to find a star like you, but found none.
The
Cry of Mother's Powerful Love by
Clara Gaddie (aged 12)
The cry of her sweet
voice echoes through the darkness.
I am embraced by the words
as I listen to Mom's contentment, love, might, and calm.
Then the worries seem to drift away,
in Mommy's night time song.
The bedding seems to lay warm and loose.
My head turns on the pillow.
In the comfortable peace of Mother's love,
I find a relaxed slumber.
Apple
Tree by Seo-Hyun Kim (aged 11)
Yes, it grew up in a forest,
Someone dropped a seed in there.
It had many difficulties,
But no one had a care.
Marching ants biting its leaves,
And a woodpecker pecking holes like a cup,
It was too hard for a baby tree,
But it didn't give up.
It kept on growing,
Though acid rain bit that tree,
And hot staining sunshine
At last it became a big strong tree.
I
Became a Pig by Seo-Hyun (aged 11)
One stormy evening
I was being greedy
I hit my sister
And took all her CDs.
When I was
Laughing in my room,
Lightening hit me,
With a boom!
Then I looked in
My mirror so big
I was surprised
'Cause I was a pig!
My mom came in my room
And looked really mad,
She threw me out snorting
Now I'm really sad.
Rain
Falling on the Treetops by Tessa
Carvill (aged 8)
Rain, falling on the
tree tops
Rain, falling on the trees.
I don't know about
YOU!
But I'm going to
SNEEZE!!!!!!
Memories
by Imogen Gerard (aged 11)
A memory is to look back through my old poem book
and read poems I wrote years before.
A memory is to remember me sitting in a classroom
trying to write some more.
A memory is to notice those old spelling mistakes
and pictures that make me laugh out loud.
A memory is to read old poems that move you so much
you have to write another one down.
The
No Name Poem by Jennifer Wayne
(aged 8)
This poem has no name.
That is very much a shame.
What do you think I should call it now?
The name should be something that says "WOW!"
Gosh this poem has no name.
I want a name that isn't lame.
What...? This poem does have a name,
And it is not lame!
The name is... ''The No Name Poem.''
(Seriously, I'm still
thinking of a name!) :-)
The
Banana Skin by Rex De'Ath-Vale
(aged 9)
A banana lay in a sack.
He was torn, shredded and peeled and ripped.
Soon he would be gone forever.
He didn't like to be this way.
He lay there and thought back to.
Back to when he was in the hands of a man.
When he was raised to the mouth
And about to be eaten by him.
His red tongue moving with hunger.
He didn't like to be this way.
He lay there and thought back to.
Back to when he fell in the fruit bowl in fear,
With oranges, kiwis and apples.
Three weeks he was there.
He didn't like to be this way.
He lay there and thought back to.
Back to when he was carried in a truck
With thousands of other bananas too.
On a boat. The boat was moving,
Moving too slowly for them to slide.
He didn't like to be this way.
He lay there and thought back to.
Back to when he was on his tree, happy.
Hanging with apples and kiwi fruit
And others like himself. In the steaming sun.
And feeling the breeze on his skin.
A
Haiku - Playful People by Abby
Howell (aged 9)
People are playful,
They will have fun together,
They make daisy chains.
Mrs
Millington - the Haiku by Simran Uppal (aged 9)
Mrs Millington
There is one of the school books
Right on the table
Mrs. Millington - the Kenning
by Georgina Turner and Jessica Campbell.
Happiness Bringer.
Brilliant Helper.
Trouble Seeker.
Excellent Speaker.
Hard Worker.
Big Smiler.
School
Run by Harry Moore (aged 10) (and his Mum)
In the car not moving
Stuck in traffic again
Children in the back
On their way to school
Still not moving
Fight in the back
Chris Moyles gets louder
Horrible music
Moving now slowly
Still no sign of our destination
Peace in the back
Faces pressed against windows
Still slowly snail like
We crawl past roadworks
Fat gum-chewing men
Children playing 'sweet and sour'
Bob walks by on his way to school
Lucky old Bob
Not stuck in traffic
Bob is sweet
Turn off the road for school
Overtake Bob
Moving less slowly now
Homework out in the back
Turn into school
Gates open wide
Homework finished
Forgotten P.E. kit
Secret
Place by Emily Amas (aged 9)
This poem is
constructed so the syllable pattern is precise.
Try it, count the syllables on the first line and for every line
turn it 180 degrees. That's the pattern: 6, 9, 6, 9
My secret place is another
world,
That no one knows about.
So if you come to my secret place,
Whisper and please don't shout.
My secret place is high in the sky,
Or deep, under the ground.
My secret place can be bright or dark,
It never has been found.
So you don't know where my hid place is?
Well let me give a clue;
If you should have your own secret place,
It always comes to you!
Can I trust you with a deep secret?
My place you'll never find.
For the only place my secret is,
Hidden inside my mind!
Autumn
by Alex Leung (aged 7)
See autumn leaves
Float down
Brown as a dusty desert
Orangy red like sparkling fire
Yellow as the shiny shimmery sun
Ends point like a star
Feel autumn leaves
Smooth as a soft velvety cushion
Roaring red
Burnt brown
Grassy green
Autumn leaves whisper
as they fall.
Our
Piano by
Conor Cronin (aged 10)
Our Piano makes an awful
noise, perhaps it's slightly old
Or perhaps the key along the right has got a bit of mold
Or maybe our Piano tuner isn't very good
Or perhaps it's just the cats... just a thought it could!
Maybe the Piano is a Piano that can walk
A piano that can jump and spin or maybe even talk
A magical Piano, yes one that's quite unique,
A spinning, jumping, walking Piano which can even speak!
The problem is you see
We'll never see it again
We threw it in the dump last week
And now it's gone insane
The
Moon by William Threlfall (aged 8)
The moon is a polo mint floating in the night sky
It is a golf ball rolling over a golf course
It is a ball of white tissue thrown in a bin
The moon is a giant bottletop shining in the night
It is a CD spinning around.
Poems by Lucy
Dinozzi (aged 8)
Poems are cool
Poems are fun
Poets rule
And I am one!
My Grandma by Melis (aged 8)
When
grandma goes to sleep at night,
I shut all the windows and doors.
I put cotton in my ears because, well,
my grandma snores.
She snores
so loud it jiggles the house
and makes the shutters shake.
One time our neighbors ran out screaming -
they thought there was an earthquake.
Another
time she snored so loud
our ears and noses bled.
Now everyone runs for cover
when my grandma goes to bed.
Yes,
grandma's known for snoring.
She's known all over town.
Even power saws and freight trains
tell my grandma to pipe down.
She's
louder than a motor bike
or a great big thunder clap.
Oh dear! Oh no! I've got to go!
It's time for grandma's nap!
Hope
by Michelle (aged 11)
Hope is a light shining out to sea,
It comforts poor souls like you and me.
Hope is a song that soothes the mind,
And allows you to unwind.
Hope is a dream,
of success and love.
Imagination
by Connor Odle (aged 11)
"It's a dashing,
darling deer."
"No, it's a prowling, prancing panther."
"No, it's a slithering, sly snake."
"No, it's a running, ranting rat."
"No, I think you guys have problems,
it's only a cloud."
Orange
by Windy Zhang (aged 12)
My brother ate an orange
It is very odd indeed.
He also ate a purple and
a yellow and a blue and a green!
I'd
Rather Be by Ailsa Plummer (aged
7)
I'd rather be a ruler
than a pen
I'd rather be a trench than a den
I'd rather be a tooth than a mouth
I'd rather live in the east than the south
I'd rather be a girl than a boy
I'd rather say "hey" than "oi"
I'd rather be a tortoise than a human
I'd rather be a shop keeper than a shoe man
I'd rather be alone than with people
I'd rather jump off a trampoline than a steeple
I'd rather be a lamp than a fuse
I'd rather not choose……
Writers
Block by Andy Colpitts (aged
12)
I am down in the dumps
An uncreative slump
I feel like a lump
And I need a bump
Rain
by Shelby Torres (aged 11)
CLASH! CLASH!
Watch out!
You'd better put
on your coat!
CLASH! CLASH!
DRIP!
DRIP!
DROP!
DROP!
Here it comes!
Strike!
Strike!
Here and there - the
sky turns white as snow for awhile.
Inside the lights flicker and flicker.
Suddenly, all the lights go out and the storm has passed.
The lights come back
on.
Time
is Endless by Alec A. (aged
11)
Infinity.
Space is endless.
Time has no beginning.
Space has no beginning.
Time and Space are the same!
Black or White by
Emma (aged 9)
It does not matter what
you look like.
I might be white and you might be black
But is doesn't matter
We are all the same inside
So what is the difference?
Deer
by Cameron (aged 10)
I shot a deer.
It was a bloody mess.
The deer is dead.
I thought the deer tasted good!
Now the deer is a wall mount.
Its fur is stained red.
The deer's family is sad.
One
Orangutan by David (aged 9)
One orangutan opening
oranges
Two teapots tipping tea
Three tortoise's tapping their toes
Four friendly flying frogs fishing for flies
Five fish fighting for funniness
Six slithering snakes snatching sandwiches
Seven scissors snipping slippers
The
Jelly Tongue Twister by Tanner
Stine (aged 11)
John jacked a jar of
jelly in juice
'Cos Jim told John to drink jelly
With jel in the jock's gym
The Poet by Laura
Hill (aged 10)
The poet wasn't scared
or angry
or anxious
or supercallifrogious.
The poet was happy
and sunny
and a boinging bunny.
Tantrum
by Gemma Curtis (aged 12)
The creature lives in
me,
It comes out when I'm at school,
and often does what it wants.
It's the colour of a steaming flame
and eats away at my education.
Notice how it's so loud.
It has the most significant cry,
Like a train that's breaking down.
Beware of the stressiness.
DO NOT LAUGH,
Ever!
Punk Fairy by
Alice Paige Robson (11) & Alice Thompson (10)
The
fairy was a mystic punk,
she liked her music loud with funk.
She played it every single day
and for her birthday, first of May,
she got a brand new amplifier,
'Louder, louder, higher, higher.'
Her
mum and dad were not amused,
as their ear drums got abused,
So they waved their magic wand -
Now the fairy punk lives in the pond!
War
Blues by Zachary Warren (aged
11)
Hot and tired, I sing the blues
The war is coming straight to me
Firing now, I sing the blues
Oh, the war is coming straight to me
Bam, bang and boom
There was an explosion, can't you see?
My fingers sing the blues
They sing 'em when I shoot my gun
Oh, my fingers sing the blues
They sing 'em when I shoot my gun
Click, pull and load
But I know I can't choose to run.
Hot and tired, I sing the blues
The war is coming straight to me
Firing now, I sing the blues
Oh, this war is coming straight for me
Too many bams, bangs and booms
I'll never live to see the sea.
No, I'll never live to see the sea.
It Doesn't Add Up by
Daniel Watson (aged 11)
Two plus two is twenty
two,
That's the way that I know is true,
But teacher says she's very sure,
That two plus two adds up to four.
Three plus three is thirty
three,
That's the way it ought to be,
But teacher says the answers six,
I don't know why - must be a trick.
Four plus four is forty
four,
Not any less, not any more,
But teacher just can't get it straight,
She keeps on saying the answers eight.
I give up, I'll go along,
I'll do it her way even though she's wrong,
But in my head I know what's true,
Two plus two is twenty two.
A
Summary of Homer's "Iliad" by
Devon Conrad (aged 12)
Two Kings fought
Over one Princess
All was distraught
So much stress
So the Trojan Prince
Took Helen away
No one knows whether
She wanted to stay
All heck broke loose
And they went to war
They built a hollow horse
So says legend and lore
Trojans let the horse in,
Assuming tribute for defeat
None knew soldiers were inside
Or the fate they would soon meet.
Ten
School Computers by Daniel Watson
(aged 11)
Ten school computers
all online,
One fell down and then there were nine.
Nine school computers
until my mate,
Blew up one and then there were eight,
Eight school computers
but one was loaned from Devon,
So then they took it back and then there were seven.
Seven school computers
but there's on that sticks,
So that was no good and then there were six.
Six school computers
but one belonged to Clive,
So then he took it home and then there were five.
Five school computers
but one fell on the floor,
So then it wouldn't work and then there were four.
Four school computers
but one's for class B,
So we couldn't use that and then there were three.
Three school computers
till someone spilt some glue,
Which gummed one up and then there were two.
Two school computers
but one was left in the sun,
Then it burst into flames and then there were one.
On school computer. "Children,
DON'T RUN!"
Bang, crash, tinkle ... and then there were none!
Guitars
by Jordan Smith (aged 10)
I like
to play
my
guitar
right
around
the clock
Lots of us play them
So come on let's rock!
Electric, classic,
banjo and bass.
If you want to look after it put it in a case.
When it comes to
tuning
don't come to me
Get a proper tuner and soon you'll see
that if you want to play great
with loads of cool tricks
then take some tips
from Jimi Hendrix.
Portsmouth
Haiku by Charlie Ellcome (aged
9)
Victoria park
in spring baby rabbits hop
trees grow small green buds
Summer motorway
jam packed with cars noisy time
on holiday soon.
Autumn at Portsmouth
leaves everywhere red and gold
nights getting longer.
Middle of winter
winds are cold, sea is rough now
nights longer, days short
Portsmouth all seasons
is beautiful, no place can
compare to my home
I'm
Nobody by Julie Beth Thomas
(aged 11)
I'm a tiny speck in the
Universe.
There are many things I think are worse.
A somebody, I don't want to be.
Just a small fish in a big blue sea.
A blade of grass in a field of green.
I'm always here, but rarely seen.
A somebody, I don't want to be.
Just a small leaf on an old oak tree.
A small star in a sky of black.
Being a somebody is what I lack.
A somebody, I don't want to be.
Being a nobody is just me.
Kenning
by Luke Casey
freedom-lover
sun-hater
swamps-diner
electric-hater
wave-crasher
fish-lover
fish-jumper
life-saver
life's-in-danger
fish-swimmer
mud-lover
plant-feeder
out of all the rest
I'm water
Sweater
by Kristina (aged 12)
I'm a sweater
With pink stripes on.
I have a twin, he's blue with stripes.
I'm new in the wardrobe,
But others treat me nice.
We never argue about our place
My owner is nice too
She never makes me dirty,
But if she does,
She wipes it off as quickly as she can.
I'm trying to treat her nice too.
I'm keeping her warm where ever she is.
But the only my worry
is that
My owner grows too fast!
New
School by Shane And Jessica
Donnelly
I'm scared to talk,
I'm scared to shout,
I'm scared to run
And play about!
I just can't help it,
I need a friend,
Who'll stay with me
To the bitter end?
I'll stay alone,
I'll stay inside,
I'll stay right here
and try to hide!
I just can't help it,
I need a friend,
Who'll stay with me
To the bitter end?
I've found a friend,
I've found a mate,
I've found someone
Who's truly great!
We met by chance
across the hall
and now they're my
best friend of all!
I've found a friend,
I've found a mate,
I've found someone
Who's truly great!
This poem is for those,
who have been good friends,
I thank you all,
my heart ascends!
I'm
Talking Small by George
Ashworth (aged 8)
I'm talking
small!
I'm talking tiny!
I'm talking teeny-weeny, petite, slight!
I'm talking minute, miniature, mini, miniscule!
I'm talking diminutive, under-sized, puny, pocket-sized, pint-sized!
I'm talking teensy-weensy, minor, unimportant, trifling, trivial,
insignificant!
I'm talking inconsequential, inappreciable, humble, modest, lowly,
simple, inferior!
I'm talking small!
Medusa
by Eleanor Hemming (aged 9)
Medusa's glare, just a single stare,
Would turn a man to stone.
A fish's skin, however wet within,
Would soon be dry as bone.
The green sea shudders in her midst,
The waves all stopping cold.
The man to defeat Medusa -
He would have to be bold as bold.
The man who killed her (all on his own)
With mirrors around his waist,
Did it with force, he had to of course,
She died at the sight of her face.
My
Sister Eve by Bethan Jenkins
(aged 11)
She is a hot sunny afternoon in early spring
a bright and cheery sun
A honey-coloured daffodil,
swaying in the breeze
and a pale powder yellow in colour
She's pale, soily earth under a Sunday sunset
A cheddar cheese slice melted on golden toast
A small, sweet, golden-furred kitten, meowing softly,
And a bright pink violin, perfectly in tune.
Hero
by Katie Rubbe (age 11)
(dedicated to my favorite hero of all Martin Luther
King Jr!)
He had a dream.
It was like a stream
It couldn't wait
To hit it big
When that stream entered
It entered the lake
The Lake of Remembrance
Forever he'll stay
I don't care what you say
For Martin Luther King Jr
Is my hero today!
Reproachfulness
by David Orelowitz (aged 8)
Reproachfulness is like
the white on the end of rough waves. Reproachfulness is bitter like
a coffee bean.
Reproachfulness smells like petrol.
Reproachfulness looks like a gaping hole in the middle of a road.
Reproachfulness sounds like the TGV rushing past you.
Reproachfulness feels like going down in a lift.
Dragons
by Sondos (aged 11)
Knives for claws
and fire-kissed scales,
Gossamer wings and countless tails.
Swooping low to pick their prey;
Lives of joy live they.
Sparkling dragons
in their scores,
Flying in the sun.
They will live forever:
Carefree flyers in the zephyr
We stole the
dragons away.
One by one.
To a land of sugar and sunshine,
Where angels kiss their charred, crimson feet.
'To die is to live' the song they sing, sweet.
No one could
take their place,
Their laughter echoes in the hills.
That's the price we have to pay,
When innocent blood is spilt
We are the prey
they finally picked
Their immense figures haunt our memories
We did the deed and paid the price
Our cries, regrets, pleas will never suffice
Knives for claws
and fire-kissed scales,
Gossamer wings and countless tails.
Swooping low to pick their prey
Lives of joy live they.
The
Air Sang by Carly Carcelli (aged
12)
The song sang,
A song of change.
Of seasons come,
Of seasons gone.
Of winter dissolving,
Dissolving of the cold and dark,
And life coming.
Of spring growing,
Growing warmer and longer,
And life starting.
Of summer wilting,
Wilting of the light and warmth,
And life ending.
Of fall fading,
Fading to cold and dark,
And life vanishing.
And the air sang.
The
Water's Edge by Baisha (aged
10)
I watched as the reflection of the light
Shone on the water,
I watched as the ripples carried the light
As far as the eye could see,
I watched as my own reflection
Quivered at the solemn waters edge,
I watched as leaf after leaf floated
Without noticing they were moving on to a calmer place.
The
House by Noah (aged 11)
The house so still
Having windows for eyes
staring at you.
The door as a mouth
to greet you.
Life
Is Full Of Light by Tayyib Mubashar
(aged 9)
Light, the need of life.
Light, shining on the metal of a knife.
Light, shunning dark.
Light, everywhere mosque or park.
Light, the thing with one colour.
Light, dispersing in seven colours.
Light, hopeless for the unseen.
Light, the thing seen by the queen.
Light, brightening the world.
Light, outstandingly bold.
Light, twinkling at night.
Light, at day so bright.
Light, the life of this Earth.
Light, the source hitting Perth.
Light, the thing no-one thanked.
Light, should be highest of the rank.
Limerick
by Gillian (aged 10)
She stood on the bridge at midnight
Her lips were all a quiver,
She gave a cough,
Her leg fell off,
And floated down the river
Brewster
by Shelby (aged 11)
Dedicated to the horse I ride at the barn
Flying fast across the
musty hay,
The wind whips my hair into a disheveled state
My heart soars as we trot, tip-tap-tip-tap
The rain begins to fall, drizzling onto his cool back
I let my stirrups go, and find a truly calm center of balance
His eyes are wild with excitement, yet loving
I dream of clearing wide, white fences,
My passionate mind wanders to
A BLUE RIBBON
I've won it all, incredible, FANTASTIC!
But for now, I'll just trot, tip-tap-tip-tap
Into the midnight blue yonder
And the rain falls in torrents now
But we've made it safely to the barn
I brush him, calm him, and whisper gentle words
I try to be as soft and tender as I can
But my heart beats quickly, like I'm cantering into the sun
And I shout: WE ARE VICTORIOUS!
whizz
me back to the top, please
