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Here's where we keep all our favourite
poems written by 12-18 year olds and sent to The Poetry Zone.
Frayed by Michelle Sanders Scissors scrape lightly across the hand. Hardly a scratch just frayed edges like a buttonhole ripped, and color like filings drawn to a magnet. I feel only shame. Months pass when I look down at this part of me that has been taken that's what a scar is incomplete like when they swab the back of your throat and put your voice under their microscope. Maybe that's a scar too, inside, angry when they question that voice as it tries to make a point. Doubts scrape lightly across self-worth. More than a scratch frayed edges I don't know how to fix and color glowing from my cheeks. That scrape lasts too another death where life should be. I jerk but then just watch as the blood rises on a tide of tingles just frayed edges like a buttonhole ripped, and color like filings drawn to a magnet. And it hurts less. than their questions that swell my eyes shut blue-bruised confidence around empty black pupils that's where I am hurt my eyes like the Mona Lisa crumbling behind her picture-glass of tears. Ignore the pain and pinch my eyebrows to my cheeks, salty-clear yo-yos that I tear back from gravity. And it hurts more. The rules of Euclid tell me lines are eternal and mine runs far beyond the sight. There are no ifs in Euclid's Eden and so my scar remains just frayed edges like a buttonhole ripped, and color like filings drawn to a magnet. more buried with each passing day. and night works wonders to hide. And I forget. until the shirt pops open.
bears by margaret-kate ashley-jane woodsworth bears are cute
A Beggar by Chitraleka Appalanaidu Torn Tattered, Roadside, House of Dreams, Curled, Starving, Shivering in Immense Pain, Longingly Peering, Sniffing at Food, Gobbling it Down, Snobby, Greedy Citizens Strolling Leisurely in Streets, Closing an Eye, Closing an Ear, Streaming Past Human Dog, Ignorant, Arrogant, THE RICH.
The winner of the 2001 Valentine Poetry Prize... Honey, BEE my Valentine by Nicole Anne Braganza So many things that make you special You sting me with your love. When you're around, there's a buzz in the air A feeling that always hovers above. You look ultra-handsome, so colourfully dressed There's hardly a word I can utter. You, my king, makes me feel the QUEEN You undoubtedly make my heart flutter. This Valentine's day, I'm swarming with love You truly do make my life sunny. And all that I dearly ask you this day Would you BEE my Valentine, HONEY ?
Snowflakes by Sarah Huber Each one is unique Full of beauty and wonder Dance to earth with grace Winter by Tami Thompson Ice cold snowy storms Freezing temperatures outside Wait for warmer days Green without the Yellow by Philip Catchpole I'm here and you're there so I feel like green without the yellow Or a mug of hot chocolate without the little marshmallows An action film with no explosions, A cliff that can't take all the weather's erosions, A DVD player that's missing a telly, A Knicker-Bocker glory that can't find it's cherry, A fossil collection with no dinosaur bones, A mobile phone with no choice of ring tones, An elegant shoe with a broken off high heel, A BMW convertable that's lost its steering wheel, A trip to the zoo, but you miss the chimpanzees, A polite conversation without 'may I?' and 'please,' An ice skating routine that's missing all the turns, An Elvis impersonator who can't quite grow sideburns, I just don't feel as useful when I'm not near to you, And like green without the yellow, I'm just left feeling blue. PS This morning I re-read
'The naming of cats' by TS Elliot,
Frozen Inside by Matilda Allen When I heard, first I was angry, A mad dog, at my rope I wrenched. My palms were sore, red and swollen, Where in fury, my fists I clenched. To anybody near I screamed abuse, Blamed them, swore at them, and more, I shouted all through the long nights, Till my voice was hoarse, my throat sore. Then I started to become sad I just lay on my bed and cried The tears soaked my cheeks and pillow While relatives stood, looked and sighed. My eyes were bleary and puffy But I rarely opened them, so They didn't hurt me, nothing did Save the ache in my heart, sunk low. Now I'm just numb, frozen inside. I move, eat and sometimes mutter. I can hear them, "She seems much better"; Sometimes I forget and stutter, Start to say what I feel, but then I remember - keep it inside. They think it is fine, I've forgotten. They're wrong, it was better when I cried. I won't forget, not for a moment, How can I forget my mum has died?
The Real World by Knowledgebone I don't want anybody to do anything for me Heart At Sea by Nicole Anne Braganza I can feel the majestic force Pounding wave, led by another Then crash down with a roar And hiss unto the shore I stand at the shore-line daintily As I dig my feet into the hard-packed sand And the water laps over, tingling my toes Then pulling away, soothing my woes The last beam of the sun melts into the water The waves throw up a spray of surf The birds flutter their wings, and rise high As I watch them glide into the evening sky Twilight creeps over like a purple curtain But the rhythm of the water is unbroken yet As I pull my soul away from the sea I know that is where my heart will always be
I BLAME YOU by Georgia I HAVE NO LOVE I BLAME YOU MY HEART IS BROKEN I BLAME YOU THE TRUTH IS I WANT YOU AND I CANNOT HAVE YOU AND FOR THAT I BLAME YOU WHY DO I BLAME YOU, YOU ASK? BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE FOREVER NOW I HAVE LOVED YOU AND IT SEEMS IT IS TRUE WHAT THEY SAY "LOVE IS BLIND" BECAUSE YOU CAN'T EVEN SEE IT STANDING RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOU! FOR THIS I BLAME YOU!
Still Beautiful by Amy Stewart Flesh torn away from bone. That's how much it hurts, To see you wasting away, Watching this happen to you. Tell me am I still beautiful? It's all you can utter to me, The only thing you care about. Through all of life's trials, You've still retained your vanity. So am I still beautiful? I have to look away from you, Your ravaged body so tragic, If only you'd been happy before, Realised you were beautiful then. Look at me, am I still beautiful? And so I look again, Past your delicate bony body. In through your bloodshot eyes, The windows of your heart and soul. Can you see if I'm still beautiful? Within I can see who you were, So happy and still there after all, And I can see who you are, You're buried deep within. I need to know if I'm still beautiful. You were so perfectly pure, Underneath it all you always are. So I can smile at you and say, Yes, I can see you're still beautiful. You're still beautiful inside. I Don't Fit The Trend by Amy Stewart You tried to box me in, Fit me in a perfect group. You wanted to stick me in order, Place me neatly on the shelf. But that doesn't work, I never stay in place, I'm always changing and shifting, Just so I can laugh in your face. You used me in your surveys, So I'd go meekly into a graph, Go along with a majority, My morphing nature in your path. So you'd tear your hair out, And beg me to conform, But I'd simply stand and smile at you, That's not how the ticket's were drawn. So I'll never let you do it, I'll fight this to the end, Until I get you to admit, I just don't fit the trend. Dreams by Laura Nash Dreams turn stairways into pathways They turn mountains back to molehills They make our inner most desires fulfilled And they are always there to teach us Their lesson makes us stronger To interpret them is hard They gives us wings to soar higher Above our everyday disputes The Shores Of Childhood by Suchaita Tenneti My world has changed dramatically Since a few years. It is now full of distress, Full of sorrow and tears. The trees bear no resemblance To the beautiful green meadows; They are now ghostly figures, Lingering in the shadows. Disturbing sounds fill the night Like the silent sob of the wailing sea, The howl of the wind through the bare tree tops; Yes, life is not as it used to be. For many a year I have tried to solve The mystery behind this disaster; The cause of this terrible depression, Of the seize of joy and laughter. I have come to a conclusion That the reason behind this misery is war, The war that steals from me my childhood; Which from that day on I scarcely saw. So take me back To the shores of childhood, To the sands of happiness, the waves of peace; To the dark green wood; Take me back to the shores of childhood, Let us sail on the clouds, so we shall reach there with ease, So that I may once again be a child, Living my childhood in peace. The flowers have lost their sweet smell, The moaning wind weeps by the trees, The grass is now coarse and dry Serenity has now seized. I'm all alone in the shadows of darkness Without a path to follow; My world is in chaos and misery, My heart-an endless hollow. Day by day, my childhood creeps away from me Years flow by like rushing spring water, My mind is tormented By views of blood and slaughter. The shores of childhood await me And I intend to pursue their calls, Before my childhood is lost forever And my world to pieces falls. So take me back to the tranquil Shores of childhood, To the sands of happiness, the waves of peace, To the dark green wood, Take me back to the shores of childhood, Let us sail on the clouds, so we may reach my destination with ease, So that I may once again be a child, Living my childhood in peace. (I would like to dedicate this poem to all the children around the world who have lost the joy of childhood because of war.) You and Me by Georgina We are together, singing a sweet soft song.
Curiosity by Carly-Jayne Bright Curiosity killed the cat The man who said that lied Curiosity is what drives us to succeed How many cats do you know who've died From having an inquisitive mind? The man who questions is wise With knowledge from all over the place The man who excepts tells lies He only ever studies the case Look at the seven year olds in this world The ones who lay curled In bed are dumb like sheep The ones who play games with their heads Are wise beyond there years. So evidence shows that as far as I know Curiosity is a good property Which is useful and strong Unless it's purpose is wrong. Are dumb
I AM... by Georgina I am the daisy in the field of buttercups I am the goose in the flock of hens I am the lemon in the basket of oranges I am the cloud in the clear, blue sky I am the big wave, amongst the tiny ripples in the sea I am a Porsche in a car park full of Ferraris. I am a coin in a wad of pound notes I am all these things, different from the others. I am my own person I will lead my own life, make my own mistakes because... I am ME. I Wonder by Niki Kennedy I wonder sometimes. Where I fit in here. It's not out of animosity, Or even curiosity, But my heart asking questions, With answers I fear. I wonder sometimes, Why I am always alone. It's not because I am unsociable, Or even dislikeable But loneliness eats me away, Till I'm cold as a stone. I wonder sometimes, Why my heart always breaks, I know I don't destroy, I try not to annoy. But breaking is painful. And I always ache.
Take Me Back by Niki Kennedy Take me back to long passed days that I still remember well. When my heart was held in solid hands before they cracked, before it fell. A child's laugh, and fun-filled days, of icky - sticky - ice cream hands. Garden games and summer wishes, granted with his command. Gold and crinkly autumn leaves, nippy winds a-blowing, hands held tight to cross a road, love just keeps on growing. Presents tied with bows of perfection, Lights that glitter, sparkle, shine Christmas gifts leaving hands and arms full, feeling love inside. A display of fire in the sky, of vast and beautiful light, Winterclothes and warm sweet drinks, Standing hand in hand we watch the sight. Days leave us behind so quickly Why? I'll never understand, Memories are kept forever near. The memories of those hands. Reborn by Morte10 The sun shone, it beckoned me onward. But I was hesitant to follow. Lost in thought, in grievance. My life, the thing it had once been had began to crumble before my eyes. Sadness, terror and hate. These emotions and more of their kind clouded my mind now letting no other feelings enter in. If life is a thing of joy then I was dead. My mental corpse hung in the void refusing to allow me to continue living my own life or to make something of it. The sun set and the moon awoke from her sleep. I left my dwelling and I stared, stared at the only light in a world of darkness. And I pondered. How could she shine while surrounded by so much grim solitude? With so much trouble, she still managed to glow, to strive for something better and to maintain her existence. I felt akin to this great glimmering orb. We both had our hurdles, our burdens and yet she ventured beyond them but more importantly, she attempted to do so. I acted as a victim of reverse lycanthropy, afraid to bathe in the rejuvenating light of the sun, afraid I may take a liking to it, a liking to life. I had perished the hope of any redemption from the bleakness of my existence. My pessimism had become black and not wishing to fight I had succumbed to it. But now I understood. It wasn't my life that was holding me back. It was the lack of my own will to live it to it's fullest. The moon set, the sun rose and I was reborn.
Looking Up by Niki Kennedy Looking up into a sky of black, I feel him whisper in my ear, With loving words he always meant, and with a loving voice I'd walk to heaven to hear. He tells me that he loves me, That I was precious to his life, And how I can't imagine the grief and pain, That came with leaving me behind. He tells me that there was no choice, He couldn't stay, he had to leave, And that his spiritual heart, aches every day, At the sight of me, when I grieve. He says he wants to hug me, He says he misses that so much, Just the simplest little kiss, Or that special father-daughter touch. I feel him all around me, Like he encloses me in love, Protects me in a spiritual shield, And watches from above. He tells me that I have made him proud, And that he's proud to be my father, And that he'll be there to greet me, when I move to the life, hereafter. He knows how there have been times, When I have not wanted to stay, But when it's not your time to leave the earth, Then it has to be that way. I cry a tear of ocean blue, That kisses the moonlit sand, And though it's ever such a strange sensation, I hold a spirits hand. Moments pass, I feel the love, That's generated my way, But with a smile he waves to me, "I'll be back another day".
Us: His Poem by Emma The inky sky at midnight, footprints in the sand, side by side, together, held by heart and held by hand. The soft caressing moonlight, a starry velvet sky, things that dreams are made of, this love: you and I. Let us be our own people, let us set our colours free. We are in mind and in soul, it's us and them, you and me. With loving and with passion in this magic land of heartache and of happiness - help me make those footprints on the sand. And after.... The footprints Morning dew on the emerald grass, teardrops of a crying night, and as I close my eyes to dream, the shadows steal the light. I do not see the flowers, the starry velvet sky I do not see the dreams we made the love: you and I I do not see the moonlight, I do not see the fun I do not see the promises we made when I thought our lives had begun. Instead I see a great storm, crashing on the sand, wiping out our footprints, our love, and all we'd planned.
Leave Again by Niki Kennedy So you leave again, Why am I not surprised, When the going gets tough, You always run. Well, this time is different, No more attempts to sort things out, This time - if U want me - U know when I am, I am not trying anymore. But before I leave, I guess I should, Say what's been on my mind, I have a little piece of you, Buried deep inside, If U don't want responsibility, Then I'll make it on my own. But now that U are leaving again Know - actions cannot be undone. Life by Leesa Julian Life is lumpy gravy Driving teachers crazy Being nice and cool Going off to school Sleeping and eating Repeating and repeating Over and over Rolls in the clover Climbing a ladder What does it matter? Full of rage! It's the teen age
The First World War by K.Trotman A fire burning with blood glowed in the enemies' eyes, As a blazing reign of terror thundered from the skies, An echo of malice silently rendered the air so bitter, As the dead festered the land like strewn away litter. Old memories slowly faded away, mingled in hopeless dreams, As evil and alluring death drowned out tormented screams, The murdered and the tortured cried out in dire pain, While their mercy and existence was washed away in vain. The roaring harmony of bombs filled the air with dread, As one by one they struck, leaving their innocent victims dead, The time passed by slowly, each day like an eternity the same, As they eagerly awaited the victory that never ever came. Every race of man courageously fought side by side, With everything to lose for their beloved country's pride, For their valour they were rewarded not with diamonds or furs, But with hunger, disease and nightmares that lasted for years upon years. Now the dawn breaks over the horizon to reveal poppies line upon line, Together enemies and brothers have fallen, having courage their only crime, To say that Britain won would be nothing more than a lie, For how can we call it a victory when so many souls did die? And though so much time has passed and all the tears have been cried, We should never forget these hero's - for it is for our freedom that they died.
Softness by Stephanie Busack Softness comes from bedtime stories From a first love From a midsummer's rain From the wet kisses of a puppy From naps with a kitten From a best friend's secret From velvety rose petals From old baby blankets From worn teddy bears From ball games with your dad From babies' skin From smiles of a stranger From grandparents' stories From a mother's touch And a tender embrace. Wondering by Lee'Ann I close my eyes and wonder Why do people die, cry, and live in pain? Why do we fight over black and white? What's the difference? Nothing much Skin colour and different beliefs! We have the same color blood! We share the same Earth we live on! Why do some suffer while some celebrate? Why do some hate while some love? Can't we live in peace and harmony? But if we can't, then why not try anyway? Why not try to stop some from dying and Some from crying, why not stop some From dying. We're all alike somehow! Some way ,some day we will all love and cherish what we have and who we have Maybe even TODAY????!!!!
The Ocean Waves by K. Trotman One by one they charge, this ferocious army of the sea, Bitterly sacrificed victims of the shore's enmity, On stallions of froth and crystal they so bravely ride, These unforsaken souls, ruled mercilessly by the tide, As they brutally crash to the ground nobody hears their screams, Which are whispered into an echo of lost impossible dreams, They carry an invisible weaponry of almighty strength and storm, With immense pride and determination, in sparkle and shine they adorn, with tremendous speed and ferocity they descend upon the sand, Bound together by loyalty, brothers linked hand in hand.
Daddy's Little Angel by Niki Kennedy Years have flown by, not enough done, I know and now I see How much time there has been, And how many beats of an angels wings. So many beats - just as many memories All catching me now So many words unheard, but not unspoken Echoing in my mind. In his eyes, I'm as perfect as no one else is, He makes me feel that he's proud that I'm his, Sacred rose of red in winter snow, Daddy's Little Angel, with wings still in growth. Always his angel, near or far, Separate homes are not separate hearts, It just makes a warmer, stronger embrace, And teaches me to cherish, each new given day. He's always been there to break my fall, With strong hands awaiting my every call, To show me all the needed love, and affection, In his arms there is not fear, or threat of rejection. People, out in the world so wide, Judge me by what's seen on the outside, But they're not Daddy, only he can see, Deep into my soul - where dwells the real me. I look into his eyes, reflections of mine, Hearts full of love that beat in time, Arms outstretched in reach for me, The warmest arms that have ever been. I know soon his eyes may no longer see me, His heart may stop - then mine may break, But he will always hear my call, And I will always listen for his reply. And so I may not have a halo, Or be as perfect as people want me to be, But if being Daddy's Little Angel, is good enough for Daddy, Then it's good enough for me. I miss you Dad.
To Darkness by Andrea Sydnor Pervaded moonlight reeks of blinding dawn The sky, a soggy purple, knows Tomorrow will be gone A glassy stream of darkness may disclose The secrets of a desolate abyss Where shadows trap unbroken night And give returning day a deathly kiss The midnight hour, at last, tonight Shall share it's empty debt Of utter haze and everlasting hell With yet another unsuspecting sunset As it bids the final rays a last farewell And night and day shall live as one Beneath the icy warmth of a coal-black sun
Please Free Me by Emma Please free me. Let me fly I know my wings are broken and perhaps I'll die. But I need you more than ever now to help me on my way Throw me to the wind, then forget me please I pray. For I do not want to hear a thing I do not want to see All I want is to fly and forever to be free
I painted by georgina I painted a picture for you to see I picked a rose for you to smell I planted grass for you to touch BUT YOU DIDN'T SEE MY PICTURE! YOU DIDN'T SMELL MY ROSE! AND YOU DIDN'T TOUCH MY GRASS!! back to top of page |