Fire
By Sanaa, 6-8, Belthorn, Lancs., UK
Camp fire, camp fire, light up light Glow through the night I hope you sparkle through the night
Fire, fire, light up light We want your fire before it's night February 2011 More Fire Poems from Belthorn
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The Whos The Hows The Whys The Whens...
By Jainni , 14, Croydon, UK
If I wanted to tell you something, could I ever tell you? If I wanted to walk away from you, would you follow? If I wanted to smile at you, would you smile back at me? if I wanted anything, would you say yes?
If you wanted a hug, how many would give you one? If you wanted a friend, how many would be there? If you felt so alone, how many would help you find yourself? If you wanted to smile, how many would smile back? If You Wanted to leave, how many would help?
If I was that person Who wanted to dream, inside my own little head, Would many or any dream with me? If I could escape, how many would join me? But if any said yes How many for me? How many would go, just to feel free? Or be.. Just like me...
But I guess I know not many of you, Because I'm just me, and you're just you, Because we don't smile enough Because we don't laugh enough Because we don't talk to any nearly enough To know anyone but our own little groups
And that doesn't make me sad But it does seem strange How so many of us are here So many of us there But so little we know How strange it all sounds!
But its always there Always on our minds Because that's how we are And The Who's The How's The Why's and The When's... Who knows? (July 2009)
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I See
By Lauren, 11, Australia
I see an abandoned, crumbling hotel. I see, in the centre of this mutilated place, a table with an old grizzled rag upon it. I see a vase of wilting dandelions . I see two offbeat chairs, one antique blue, the other the colour of an egg shell. I see a cracked candle holder with an evaporating candle. I see my old friends, enjoying ancient cordial in Tupperware cups, without me. There used to be three, now I have gone there are 2. I see darkness. I see light. I see friendship. I feel loss and pain for the umpteenth time. They don't see me, but they feel me. I feel them. I am the air you breath, I am the trees, I am the ocean, I am a bird, I am anything, anyone you want me to be. I am your imagination. (July 2009)
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Mr.Wiggles
By Anne, 8, Warwick, UK
Mr.Wiggles Little worm, little worm, How I love you When you wriggle along. I see you on the path All on your own. So I wish I could cuddle you, Which would probably Comfort you. It's strange I only ever see you alone. So if you have no friends, Just tell me and I will be Your friend no matter What you look like. I'll be there for you, Yes I will be there for you. (July 2009)
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The Candle Burns
By Hayley, 8, Whittle le woods, Chorley, Lancashire, UK
The candle burns in front of my eyes The candle burns and beyond thy lies the little match girl who found her grandmother
The candle burns upon the front cover The candle burns to light the dark Then comes the fire attracting the lark
The candle burns in front of me for everyone and all to see. (July 2009)
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Summer
By Andrew, 10, Rosemount, UK
Summer time is awesome No school for three months It's nice and warm outside You can play with friends all day
No school for three months Going swimming in the pool You can play with friends all day Sometimes it can be too hot
Going swimming in the pool Lemonade is good to drink Sometimes it can be too hot You need to keep hydrated
Lemonade is good to drink It's nice and warm outside You need too keep hydrated Summer time is awesome (July 2009) More poems from Rosemount
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Change
By Olowo, 14, Lagos, Nigeria
the past I lived it, the present I am living it, the future is beyond me, the past can't be changed but could be forgotten as the present is in you and the future beyond you think only of the present the future shall think of itself and the present dream of the past. (July 2009)
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My Magic Box
By Lilly, 9, London, UK
I will put in my magic box The magic of the dragons roar The amazing fire from a dragons mouth The red and yellow sparkling scales
I will put in my magic box The sweet smell of fresh grass being cut The blazing beautiful sun The midnight moon coming out into the sky
I will put in my magic box The excitement of when a baby smiles My unknown secrets, my dreams, my heart
I will put in my magic box All the animals who don't deserve to be hunted or killed The animals who are caged up in a zoo (July 2009)
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Easter
By Erica, 9, San Jose, CA, USA
Easter, Easter, a time of love It is not just about the Easter Bunny and gifts, We should celebrate Jesus Pontius Pilate condemned him to death, He died on the cross, To save us! He was in pain, But he did it anyway, Just for us, We should be proud! (July 2009) See More Easter poems from St Victor's
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Stars
By Kassi, 11, Duluth, USA
The stars at night Shine just so bright Look up and see The wonderful key The bright little moon It's like an orange afternoon They sparkle like a million little diamonds And sprinkles on a cake So take the stars and scoop them up BEAUTIFUL! (July 2009)
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The Battle Wages On
By Cheyenne, 17, Canada
The bodies of the dead fall to the ground Lost to the ones they have loved Forever lost and never to be found Spirits float to the sky above.
The ones still standing continue to fight Fighting for a better world Trying to make the world right Out of the craziness we are hurled.
The battle finally comes to an end The living walk away forever scarred The dead roam the land Their lives broken like millions of jagged shards. (July 2009)
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The Ice Spell
By Freya, 7, London, UK
I've got the power to chill your spine I've got the the power to start an avalance I've got the power to make a blizzard Beware of my icicle dance.
I call the snowflakes to dance along I call the frozen winds The icicles make my music I cast my spell on you! (May 2009)
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Gymnastics
By Rachel, 9, Worcester, UK
When I first started gymnastics, I did not know what to do, But now I'm really fantastic, If I do it, will you?
I'm using hoola hoops, I'm balancing on beams, I'm jumping over boxes, It's easy as it seems.
Backward roll, Forward roll, Cartwheels and the Splits, Handstand, Teddy bear roll, I'm really good at it!
Now I'm a few years older, I'm still doing my gymnastics, But now I am in London, Particapating in 2012 Olympics! (April 2009)
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Villains of the Shadows
By Kayley, 12, Crowborough, East Sussex, UK
I wish I could live beside the sea, Feel the wind in my dark hair, Taste the salt on my lips, Live life without a care.
I wish I could fly through the skies, Grasp the world in my hands, Wait until something went wrong, So I could fix it once again.
I wish I could be perfect, I wish my hair would stay straight, I wish I could stalk around in high heels, But I don't want to be a fake.
I wish I could just want to be me, Be a nobody and live beside the sea, I'd watch the sun set against the sea floor, I'd never regret anything anymore. (April 2009)
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Who am I?
By Claire, 12, Scotland
Am I really the girl with the chocolate brown hair? The one who is called by the name Claire? Or is there a part of me kept out of sight? A dark, evil side who creeps out in the night?
Am I really the one who today longs to draw? Or was that a deceitful look I just saw? Colours swirl across the surface of the page, Now a face full of anger, controlled only by rage.
But if there's a bad side, there too must be a good, Much lighter and brighter, a side that isn't as rude, The one that looks into mirrors, studying its eye, and thinks to itself, Who am I? (April 2009)
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Soul Mate
By Phillip, 12, Stevenage, Hertfordshire, UK
When you find your soul mate, The Earth is yours to roam. The place where you can be free. I never want to miss the Beautiful and loving smile you make, Every single day. It's your time to stop traveling, So you can find your one soul mate. Without a soul mate you're nothing, But an empty shell waiting to be filled. If you're on your own, There will always be a soul mate for you.
A soul mate is there to guide you, In the darkest and saddest times. When you're on your own, They will be there even if they are not. They will show you the right path to take, So you can never be lost, Even when you know where you are. (April 2009)
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Purple Sun
By Caity, 12, Mt. Lebanon, PA, USA
The sun rises in the morning to greet me with a gleam of hope, To guide me through the day, To lift me up, with some hope that today won't completely flop, That today won't be terrible, Won't be vile, But, today, Today was different, Today the sun still rose, But, in a-different way, A more-cheerful way, A Purple Sun, Beautiful and Flamboyant, Passionate and Full of Joy, Loving and Cheerful, Let the Purple sun rise every day, For the day the purple Sun rose- You came to me. (March 2009)
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I'm Just a Girl
By tjl12, 13, Canada
I'm just a girl . . . Life is tough Things get hard, And things get rough.
I'm just a girl . . . He makes me angry, He makes me sad, Then they're's times he makes me glad.
I'm just a girl . . . He really can't leave. Sometimes I wish, This was all make-believe.
I'm just a girl . . . I don't want to let him go. But it's hard, When he keeps saying yes and then no.
I'm just a girl . . . Who will it be? I can't take this stress, Just pick me.
I'm just a girl . . . Life is tough. Things get hard, And things get rough. (March 2009)
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Creation
By Kennedy, 12, Red Deer, Canada
Spring in full color, The calm summer breeze, And the fresh scent of Autumn, Wafting through the trees.
In the freezing depths of Winter, To the exciting heights of joy, Every single blade of grass, For us to enjoy.
The clear blue water, To the rippling of a cloud, And the buzzing of a moving bee, Silence seems so loud.
The bounce of each ant, And the steps that we take, A spin and a twirl, A total piece of cake.
There would be no fun in life, If friends weren't invented, A little smile or giggle, Is what I want said.
Even in the storms of life, The rains of fun comes down, When we are forgiving, You'll hear the singing of each noun! (March 2009)
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Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall
By Kennedy, 12, Canada
It's freezing cold, But it's traditions are old, With lots of warm food, Because winter's here, And lots of sounds I hear, With all this snow, I can't see where to go.
All this snow, it turns to slush, Flowers spring up with a little push, Deer and nature are everywhere, Because Spring's sprung up from the ground, With all these beautiful sounds, Flowers are everywhere, And on a tree a single pear.
The colors grow brighter and brighter, And your minds get lighter, Temperatures rise, Along with summer, Schools out, such a bummer, Everybody's outside to play, Stopping to eat but outside all day.
Red, orange, yellow, and gold, Leaves are turning nice and bold, Raking up piles of leaves, Because fall is landing on the ground, Still jumping the ground kids pound, Through piles of leaves, With leaves up their sleeves.
The wonderful seasons of the year, Even out the window you peer, You can see the seasons change, Because a new season is here, Winter many fear, Spring and fall people love, But summers way, way above. (March 2009)
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