| 
Previous Challenges and
Winners
The
Nursery Rhyme Challenge Mary's
Cactus by Samuel Romano
Mary, Mary
Quite Contrary
How does your cactus grow?
With prickly
spines and hairy lines
Its prickly spikes all in a row Moo
Moo Brown Cow
by Abigail Chinery-Leonard
& Tara Loosmore (aged 8) Moo
moo brown cow
Have you any milk?
No mam, no mam
But I've got some
silk A
pack for your brother,
A pack for your sis,
A pack for your father,
So give me a kiss! Fairy
Fairy Quite Contrary by Paige Taylor (aged
12) Fairy,
fairy quite contrary!
How does your garden grow?
With moss and fairy dust
And pretty little pixies all in a row! Pussy
Cat, Pussy Cat! by Tiffany Jones (aged 9) Pussy
cat, pussy cat
Where is your hair?
I don't know but I've seen Tony Blair.
Pussy cat, pussy cat
What did you do?
I learnt a bit of cat kung- fu! Mary,
Mary by Chloe Hughes (aged 9) Mary,
Mary not contrary.
How does your garden grow?
With smelly socks,
And
unwashed frocks.
I can smell it now, so go! Teeny
Weeny Spider by Keara Summerfield (aged 10) Teeny
Weeny Spider climbed up the wall
Teeny Weeny Spider found a big ball
Out
came the wind
And blew the ball away
So Teeny Weeny Spider
Had a great
day. Waa
Waa Waa Baby Girl by Sadaf Tokhi Waa
waa, baby girl,
Please go to sleep,
No mum, no mum, no I won't,
I'll
stay awake for you to bake,
my favourite cake and biscuits late!
Pussy
Cat, Pussy Cat by Ruhee Parelkar (aged 6)
Pussy-cat, pussy-cat, where have you been?
I've been to the circus dressed
in my jeans.
Pussy-cat, pussy cat, what did you see?
I saw the clown making
funny faces at me!
Hey Diddle Diddle by
Abbie Evans (aged 10)
Hey diddle diddle
The cat did a
piddle
The cow pulled his trousers down and mooed
The little dog laughed
to see such a sight
and the dish hit him on the head with a spoon! Humpty
Dumpty by Lisa Cousins (aged 12) Humpty
Dumpty sat on a wall
Humpty Dumpty played with a ball
The ball ran away
He had nothing to play
So then he fell off the wall!!! Hickory
Dickory Dock by Orit Addous (aged 13)
Hickory dickory dock
The mouse ran up her frock
The little girl yelled
'Cos her mouse rebelled
Hickory dickory dock.
Mary Had a Little Bear by
Keara Summerfield (aged 10) Mary
had a little bear
Its fur was black as coal
It followed her to town one
day
And there in town it had to stay.
PIRATES!!!
The Jolly Roger by Violet Macdonald (aged 12) It
could have been the Jolly Thomas,
The Jolly Mike or Jolly Stu,
It could
have been the jolly Harry,
The Jolly Dean or Jolly Sue,
It could have
been the Jolly Evan,
The jolly Mark or Jolly Lee,
But it is the Jolly
Roger,
And Jolly Roger it will be. Can
I Hear a Pirate? by Harvey Macdonald
(aged 8) I
can hear a pirate coming,
I can hear him through the trees,
I can hear
a pirate coming,
Oh drat, it's just the bees.
I
Wish I Were You by Katie Rubbe
I cross the grimy sea,
Take a look around
And watch the land folks
Watching me
They seem to stand around
As I hoist my anchor
I
see a dolphin or two
Laughing at each other
As I whisper in my head
"I wish I were you." Pirate
Crossbones by Celina Macdonald Pirate
Crossbones wanted a girlfriend,
But they all left his boat for the shore.
None could stand the rocky sea,
And the squawk of his pet macaw. He
posted an ad on a website
For a girl who loved pets and the sea.
But they
didn't quite understand what he meant,
And as soon as they saw him they'd
flee. One
day when sailing the seven seas,
He spotted a ship on the horizon.
And
that pirate looked through her telescope to see
The man she'd had her eyes
on. Pirates
by Jessica
One day I saw
a boat sail by,
Covered in small bodies wailing to each other,
Swinging
from rope to rope,
Crying out in a ravenous babble,
Hands worn and faces
numb,
No gold in their coffers,
But a gritty determination lines
Their
salt-crusted faces,
And the dream of treasure
Burns in their eyes
Until they can see golden discs raining from the sky
Preparing to take every
skull,
And work every finger to the bone
To sail under the black flag,
Pirates. I
Saw a Jolly Pirate! by Alysha Bhatti I
saw a jolly pirate
Sailing on the sea
In a jolly ship
Looking at me He
turned the jolly ship
And steered it far away
As everybody jeered
And shouted go away! He
sailed for a jolly while
Without any food
Then he came home
In a
jolly bad mood His
wife and jolly children
Were glad he brought a sack
But the sack was jolly
heavy
And hurt his jolly back His
wife took him to hospital,
Doc Jolly was called soon
For as he waited
patiently
His face had turned maroon When
he jolly came around
He promised to be good
He gave back all the booty
Like a good man jolly should. Pirates
Life by Sam Elias Pirates
are dirty,
pirates are scary,
pirates are mean,
their teeth are green The
ship is big,
the ship is scary,
the ship is mean,
the pirates are
hairy The
parrot can walk,
the parrot can fly,
the parrot can talk,
it likes
to squawk The
treasure is gold,
the treasure shines,
the treasure is cold,
the treasure's
mine The
flag is flown high,
at this terrible venue,
we're ready to dine,
what's
on the menu? A
Pirate's Life
by Amy Barron, Caroline Dennington and Hope Cooper Pirates
are scary,
Pirates are mean,
Pirates are laree,
And rarely seen Shiver
Me Timbers
Shiver Me Timbers Pirates
pong,
Pirates are strong,
Pirates are sneaky,
And usually freaky Shiver
Me Timbers
Shiver Me Timbers The
treasures are close
We're going to be rich
Walk the plank
Fall off
the ship Shiver
Me Timbers
Shiver Me Timbers Pirates
do not have much pleasure,
Pirates are always looking for treasure,
Pirates
are short,
Drink lots of port That's
a pirate's life. Pirate
by Katie Heflin
The light
travels
Women used to die
To do what every man alive could do
But
not even I could survive
As a pirate Gold's
My Destiny by Clara Gaddie (aged 11) Waters
sloshing o'er the ship each day.
Leg of wood makes a clunk with each step.
Gold's what I've set out to get,
Not having much luck.
I live a pirate's
life,
Full of grumbling and shouting
Gold and whiskey's where I've set
me heart,
Until I walk the plank. Pirates
Everywhere by Paige World and Keri Cooper
I'm
blind I'm bare
They're are pirates everywhere,
A walk, a wobble
I
hear a gobble. A
splash, a grunt I can hear below
No floor just air below my toe,
A poke
from a stick
I hit and I kick. Who
can save me from this nightmare?
When will I be home in care?
My heart
thuds like thunder, as I go under.
Ahoy! Bye Bye! they shout and cheer
They then sat down and had a beer. But
what they did not know
I was not dead,
I gazed around
And saw a head. A
young boy in green?
Peter Pan is at the scene! The
Jollie Rodger; Pretty Red Flag by Clara Gaddie
(aged 11)
Dangling from above on the ladder,
my eye pressed
on the glass,
I spot a neighboring ship in the distance.
I must get a
closer look.
My crew doesn't want to move closer,
but they must obey
me or face the plank.
Our country's colors are sported with pride.
We
are friendly, but are they?
As we move closer to the unknown ship,
they increase their ground on us.
I see then, with a shudder of fear and disbelief
that,
"It's a Jolie Rouge!"
No quarter, no captives;
our lives will all be taken.
We will die fighting for our lives and for our
ship;
those men have no sympathy to us.
I must warn my men,
of
the skeletons, dancing free.
I must tell my men how to face those,
who
raise their cups to death.
"Fight the best fight possible!
Do
all that you can!
Let's bring down the skeletons!
Fire at the whites of
their eyes!"
At the Gallows by Clara
Gaddie (aged 11) A
rope descends from a narrow wooden beam
which is tied around my neck.
Prison was a haven compared to this:
A pirate's life, to a pirate's death.
What can I think about,
but my own brutality?
How many people have
I given
a more painful death than this?
I wish to show no sign of
weakness.
What would they think of me then?
There's no famous escape for
me now,
guilty, I am, to the end. New
by Katie Rubbe (aged 11) It's
the New Year
Time for....
New joys,
Loves,
Hopes
And fears
And a new you
In which people can
Look up to
People like you
Can help all
But few
Just think what else
This new year can do! The
New Year
by Francis George Whitehead
(Age 10)
Hooray for New Year!
A day of new chances and new beginnings.
A day to leave the evil memories
behind.
A day of happiness, joy and forgiveness.
Not a flicker of
sorrow in the air.
A day to begin again. Words
of Wisdom by Wild Child Words
of Wisdom are what I seek
No more guilt shall I feel
I've thrown away
time long ago
But I've begun to see what didn't show
A pack of cigarettes
kills me everyday
Drinks and drugs make me forget my ways
I'm not a bad
person but I'm not that great
But I'll be what I can to shape my fate
A new year has come and rang the bell
A new sensation picked me up from where
I fell
I am now a better person and better I'll always be
A new year,
new page and a new dream Have
Cheer! by Breanna Baptiste (aged 8) Oh,
now you can hear
The cheer
Of the Happy New Year?
And if you can
Can you come here?
Don't have fear
Have cheer!
Don't do your
to-do list.
But wait
Who can you go to the party with?
I know
How about me and you!
Do you feel glad,
Sad, or bad?
How about we
invite Dad!
And have a Happy New Year! back
to the top What
Did You Do On Your Holiday? Holiday
by Hayley Kaefer (aged 10) On
the holidays I went to Bird City,
We only got two birds what a pity.
The
budgies are rainbow coloured,
When they squawked, I shuddered. Rain
by Laura Corsan I
watch the rain drops roll down the window
Behind which I am captured,
Gazing out and upwards into the sky,
Listening to the sound of the violent
drops of water hit the ground,
Thoughts make puddles in my head,
Ponds,
rivers and seas,
Deep and flowing with thoughts of he,
Watching the
pouring sky,
I close my eyes, Imagining his face, Remembering his smell,
Feeling those feelings which I would never dare tell,
Thoughts of him
flood my rivers, Rain drops full of passion,
Hitting the ground with every
beat of my heart,
Each one falls harder than they did at the start.
The summer which we used to share,
Is now a distant memory, Remembered always
and forever,
Our souls remain joined in a knot,
No one could ever sever. Holiday
Romance by Katy Wilson
I treasure the day when we met in France,
Our short lived, but perfect holiday
romance,
Always the small things you miss,
The imprint of your delicate
kiss,
Your soft lips against my own,
The poetry we felt without being
shown,
Bought together by destiny's choice,
I miss the chime of your kind
sweet voice,
Those evenings spent in each other's arms,
The soft caress
of your literate charms,
Your excited heartbeat so swift and fast,
Even
when the moment had long since passed,
Forever it remains enclosed in my mind,
The love that we somehow, managed to find. So
the Holidays Are Over by Cliodhna Rooney So
many holidays that I can't remember;
So many I wish I knew,
But our last
one was my favourite one -
A tribute to me and you. Warm
and fun on a summer's day,
We packed our bags and went away,
To a place
where dreams could be fulfilled,
No cares about money or the restaurant bill. Ice-cream
dripping, sticky hands,
Craving for candy you wouldn't let me have.
Enjoying
the sun that shone from above,
I was happy to share it with someone I loved. I
pleaded and pleaded so we went to the pool.
I wore armbands then - granny's
rule!
I tried to swim - you clapped your hands.
You always tried to understand. Rushing
to the bus at the end of the day,
I threw a tantrum, hoping we'd stay.
You told me we'd come back again.
Now those words just bring me pain. And
now in the fall when I remember,
I treasure those last days before September. The
Shortest Summer Ever by Ellen (aged 10)
Six weeks,
of summer,
and all the time
I stayed in! back
to the top Taking
My Human For
a Walk If
your pet could talk - what would it say?
We asked you to send in poems by your pets. Here's the result. (2011) If
My Dog Could Talk by Lily (aged 9)
If my dog could talk
I would be amazingly proud,
I'd tell the world
about her talent,
I'd piercingly scream and shout,
Then, I would cuddle
my marvellous dog.
Oh, how famous she'd be. Woof
Woof! by Sneha Chatterjee
If he could talk?
Oh my!
I wouldn't have to keep my diary anymore.
But who says he can't talk?
When he says woof,
Only I know what he
means
It's a language meant for just us.
Language of companionship
Knows no boundaries.
He says his best
When he says nothing. If
My Dog Knew How to Talk by Crystal (aged 10)
If my dog knews
how to talk :
she would say,
Play with me.
Let me eat your dinner
please.
I would like to watch TV
and
Let me sleep with you please. If
My Dog Could Talk by Patrick (aged 8)
If my dog could talk he would say,
Take me for a walk. He would float
in the air and sprint the lane.
He would stop and dash up
the hill to
the house
Say, I am hungry!
And we would give him food. If
My Dog Could Talk by Murray (aged 9)
If my dog could talk he would ask for food
and if I said no
he would
growl at me
If he could get into the fridge
it would be empty in a minute
then he would say, Food, food, food!
I want food, he would say to me,
and if I gave him a bone
he would go mad. If
My Pet Could Talk by Cameo H.
First she would tease me,
About my stiff mounting on her back,
About
my groaning and moaning when I fall.
She would say, "I'm not that tall!"
She'd tell me to give her one more apple snack,
Or she'll bite my new
tack
That I bought last week.
But of course she would be serious
too,
I like your ideas, my girl she'd say,
You don't have to cry,
Just give what you love a try!
Someday we're gonna fly
Across that green
field
You've been talkin' about.
Now, how about that snack? Dear
Master by Ben Wiggins (aged 9) Dear
master
(purr)
I have brought you a gift
(purr)
I have left it
on the doorstep
(purr)
It is no longer alive
(purr)
Please accept
it with my love
A Not So Little Bird Told Me
by Richard Leach My
cockatoo has learned to speak
And he said yesterday
That why don't humans
have a beak
To ditch their tooth decay? He
told me that he didn't like it
Stuck inside his cage
For he would rather
be an actor
Strutting on a stage. I
told him that the only part
He'd get would be to sit
On Long John Silver's
shoulder, but
To this he'd not admit. He
boasted that with his good looks
He'd surely top the bill
To which I gave
a little laugh
And filled his bowl with Trill. He
preened his yellow Mohawk and
Then cocked his head and said,
"You
really are a horrid child,
Why don't you drop down dead?"
If
Ainsley Could Talk by Richard Leach If
my cat could speak his thoughts
I think that he would say
He hated the
cat food we bought
And I'm always in his way. I
think he'd tell me to refrain
from feeling his rough tongue
And tell next-door's
dog to shut up
As it's too highly strung. He'd
tell me to pull out the door
On the bird cage with a yank
And ask me if
I didn't mind
Uncovering the fish tank. He'd
tell me to stop talking to him
Like he was a baby
And realize he's middle-aged
And that he likes warm gravy. He'd
say a claw hooked in a chair
We simply can't ignore
As it means he don't
wanna move
Or be thrown on the floor. I
think, however, if my cat
Burst out in conversation
That I'd most likely
run and hide
With fear and consternation. (From
archive) I'm
Lonely by Danny Schneider's dog (age 12)
Just throw me a bone,
I'm sitting here alone.
Give me something
to chew.
Oh won't you? A
Dog's Life as told to Nivedita Bhattacharjee I
bark and bark all day
Asking for a dish,
They look at me and smile
As if I speak gibberish! When
all my friends are out
To run, jump and play,
I can do nothing but
Sit , sit and pray. They
sleep like logs
On a bright sunny day,
One would think
It's raining
cats and dogs
When they gloomily say -
"No time for play" I
don't think they have a brain
They go out in the rain.
I sit and watch
with great pain,
To see rabbits pass by
Without my gain. All
lovely smells
Remain unsmelt,
All lovely pits
Remain unseen,
I'm
a 'dear' pet indeed, when,
Such a dog's life I lead!! A
Poem by Scout the Hamster
sent by Kassandra
Crum (aged 12) All
of you humans reading this,
Prepare to be under my command,
For I am going
to take over the world,
And there is nothing you can do,
Because this
process will take place next week,
So now if any one tries to persuade me,
You will most likely have one less finger,
So spread the word,
Because
you all will be in my command next week,
And just be glad you were the first
to know.
My Favourite Human by Porky
Pig (typed by Nicole )
I'm Porky the pig,
And the dude
that I dig
Is my owner, who's just like me!
He goes messing around
Eats anything found
He's the biggest hog there could be! I'm
Porky the Pig
And I love doin' the jig
With my owner, who's just like
me!
We roll in the mud
Till we're covered in crud,
He's the closest
to family! Puppy
Power by Malcolm Bean (aged 11)
They claim to be walking us
but we know better
We smell what they
forgot
It doesn't if you're a Terrier or Setter
Sure we let them feed
us
but it's our planet
we've run we've played
and since the beginning
we ran it
You pick our ahem not mentioned
So all humans listen up
This is very, very important
No one can beat the power of the pup! I'm
a Horse as told to Lucienne Peach (aged 11) Ouch,
will you please get off of me!
Spend one day as me and you'll see,
Find
the time to lose some weight,
I'm not that strong, my back isn't that straight!
I'm hungry - feed me now!
I don't want to learn how to bow.
Ouch
my teeth hurt,
Please don't get that dentist, Dr Kurt,
Let me have more
sugar lumps,
They're very nice you know,
Last time you gave me some,
You got distracted by that crow,
I'm sorry I complain,
I can't help
it - I'm insane,
But there's one thing I want to say,
And it's not because
you feed me hay,
I just wanted to say
I LOVE YOU! I
Take the Biscuit helped by Kelly Moran Bow
wow, Woof, Bark!
These sounds we make
come from our heart. Bow
wow, woof, bark!
These sounds we make
are a pretty good start. When
the humans are no longer around,
I do not make this silly old sound. Us
dogs might seem normal
At first we shout,
but there's no more barking
once the human walks out. Hey!
What's up? Can you hand me my treat?
That is what we say when we want something
to eat. As
you can see, all of us dogs can talk,
but did you know that two-legged is
how we walk? So
next time you leave a dog home alone,
He won't bark, he'll ASK for that one
special bone! Pet's
Poem as told to Clayton Evans (aged 12) Those
humans.
They think they own us.
Well let me tell you something,
We
own them.
Fetch,
Catch,
Barking,
Licking.
They force
us to do these crazy things, but we own them.
We have the power to send them
running in fear,
Crying in sadness,
Begging in helplessness,
And whimpering
in pity.
They think we are theirs,
But they are ours. What
I Would Say! as told to May-May Chen (aged
9)
Woof, woof, woof! I would say,
Give me my food for
the rest of the day!
Woow,woow,woow! I would bark,
Don't let me here
alone in the dark!
Grrrrr, grrrrr, grrrr! I would growl,
Don't disturb
me when I am eating out of my bowl!
Hu, hu, hu! I would pant,
I can't
run! oh! no! I can't!
Ko, Ko, Ko I would snore,
I sleep right by
the door!
Auh, auh,auh! I would whine,
"I want to go with you
to the wood full of pine!"
to
the top
Poems
About the Senses This
challenge was for poems about the senses - hearing,
seeing, touching,
tasting or smelling. Poems
about using our ears, eyes, fingers, lips and skin, tongues and noses. Here
are some of the best poems. Roses
by Faith Bridge (aged 5)
You can smell roses with your noses,
And you have to spray roses with hoses.
I touch roses with my toesies.
Our Five Senses
by Faith Bridge (aged 5)
I smell sausages cooking in
the saucepan,
I hear people talking very loudly,
I see the sun yellow
up high, made from gas,
I can taste yummy food in my mouth,
I can feel
everything in the world,
I have all of the senses. The
Feeling by Samantha Mcintyre (aged 10) It's
a terrible feeling I feel
but the feel of the feeling I feel
is it happy
or jolly
or angry or sad
the feeling I feel is so bad Can
You Smell It? by Marinela Reka (aged 12) Can
you smell it?
It's so divine!
Can you smell it?
It smells so fine!
Can you smell it?
It must be something I ate!
Can you smell it?
It's
so fabulous and great!
Can you smell it?
I think I will go and see!
Can you smell it?
Oh that doesn't surprise me!
Can you smell it?
Oh this will be fun!
Can you smell it?
Dad is cooking better then mum! My
Small Piece of Silk
by Mishaal Mehmood
(aged 9) I
have a small piece of silk
I like to stroke it and sense the smoothness of
it.
I have a small piece of silk
I like to look at the colour of it which
is lavender grey.
I have a small piece of silk
It makes me remember the
taste of toothpaste at night.
I have a small piece of silk
I hold it at
night while I hear familiar voices of mum and dad.
I have a small piece of
silk
It smells of my grandma's rose perfume.
I have a small piece of silk
and I love that piece of silk. Leaders
in the Middle East
by Marinela Reka (age 12) I
was just wondering
How do you stand by,
Watching people suffering
Watching children die? Is
it really your job?
To let citizens go through hell
If I am wrong
Please do tell You
are stupid to think that
Winning a war, would make you seem strong
I pray
that one-day
You will realize it is all wrong Killing
so many, for land
It must stop, it's not right
Let people be happy
Don't lead them to fight There
you sit choosing
What bomb to throw tomorrow
When your decisions make
others
Life full of sorrow Fighting
about religion?
There is one God, and no other
Is it not God that taught
us,
That everyone is our brother? So
if you want to keep stealing lives
Please go ahead
But remember the most
powerful presidents fight
For their folks to live not to be dead Ice
Cream by Hannah Baukert (aged 12) Dots
of perspiration fall down to the tip of my nose
I feel the rays of the sun
fall upon me
I feel the coolness of the ice cream in my hand
cascade towards
my face
as I bring the ice cream closer and closer to my mouth
I taste
the cool, sweet, chunkiness of the ice cream
fall upon my lips
delicious Swimming
Pool by Lauren Christie (aged 9)
I
love to
go to the
splashy blue swimming pool.
It feels
really
very, very
cool
Why You Might
Need To Use Your Senses At School
by Kassandra Crum (aged 12)
Its important to use your senses at school
so that you don't miss
out on something
that could become your biggest fate For
you need hearing
to check in with the teacher
every once in a while
to find out
if there is anything valuable for that state test
coming
up next week You
need your sight
because you missed some stuff
on that state test
And at your neighbor's answers
You might need to peek You
need your touch
so that you can count the number of fingers
you are
holding up so that you can write them down
with your pencil that your teacher
has forced you to care for
as it is an antique You
need your smell
so that you can try to figure out what was in
that meatloaf
surprise that was served for lunch
that is sure to make your stomach feel
weak You
probably don't need your taste
because you're not going to eat dinner
because you made of your D - that made your mother shriek So
have fun in your bedroom for the next week.
Summer
by Jozsef Brunning (aged 9)
I see…
Children running
Lollies melting and drops dripping
Birds stretching their
wings to the max
Sandcastles being whipped by the sea
Water bursting
its banks.
I hear…
Children laughing to the end of the day
Birds
singing into the distance
The sizzle of the burning sun
The fizz of cold
drinks
The waves swerving into the rocks.
I smell…
The flowers
of summer
The grass that brings me alive
The sun cream on my body
So that was summer
It was a blast !
But it is over now
Senses
by Sally Clegg (aged 9) I
smell sweet ice cream,
I see clear blue sky,
I feel the hot sun.
I
hear children playing,
I taste sweet ice-cream. Summer
by Thomas Bingham (aged 9)
Crowded Beaches
Scorching
Sun
Sloppy Sun Cream
Freezing Lollies
Scuttling Crabs
Delicious
Picnics
Swooping Sea Gulls
Summer Fun! I
Want by Emily (aged 13) I
want to feel the world around me
I want to hear the voice of an angel
I want to see the love in your face
I want to taste the rain that falls in
spring
I want to smell the flowers in mid-summer
In a perfect world
I feel a world of war
I hear the screaming voices of convicts
I see pain
in your face
I taste mascara tears
I smell smoke rising from sky scrapers
In our world My
Summer Sensory Poem by Sam Prior (aged 8 and
a half) Summer
is sweaty
There's lots of things happening:
Birds cheeping
Planes
gliding
People talking
Air tasting fresh
Lollies melting
It's
sweltering. Summer
by Hannah Dessoy (aged 9) Summer
Buzzing bees
The swaying trees
The nice cool breeze
Summer Summer
Butterflies fly
In the sky
They are up high
Summer Summer
Ladybirds play
Out all day
Then they fly away
Summer Senses
by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11)
My fingers graze over the buttons
on the remote control.
My palm
detects the rough tape
that secures the batteries.
Fresh air ripples into
the house,
like the graceful waves of the ocean.
My nose wiggles with
anticipation
as I smell fried chicken from the kitchen.
I can hear the
squeaks and screams
of my nephew, as he plays with his toy cars.
I sigh,
close my eyes, and go to sleep. Senses
by Suchaita Tenneti
It's 6a.m., I'm up in bed;
His voice still rings inside my head.
I feel his touch,
It hurts so much…
I feel him near,
I shed a
tear…
It's over now…I must move on,
He is now and forever gone.
I can still smell his strong cologne,
I gaze around…but I'm alone.
I can still see his warm, brown eyes
But that vision now I despise
For
I shall never see him again.
I shall learn to live with the grave pain.
My feet feel numb as I touch the floor,
My head feels heavy, my heart feels
sore.
My vision in blurred,
My thoughts are absurd.
I feel my hair,
which is all in tangles,
In the hot tub, my fingers I dangle. I
grow numb… I
feel not the heat of the tub
And in it my fingers I rub.
But I still feel
the grievous pain-
It recurs again and again.
I can hear him laugh, I
can hear him smile
Though he has gone for miles and miles.
I open the
paper, but all I can see
Is the faded image of him and of me.
I reach
out to him, but he fades away.
I know not where to go nor what to say.
I try to smell a fresh red rose,
But something is wrong with my nose,
For I only smell anger and fear,
For the loss of one so close and so dear!
My head feels heavy as do my eyes;
No amount of pep talk can suffice… My
grief… I'm
losing my senses, I'm losing my mind.
Where, Oh Where are they? I search but
cannot find!
I'm stranded all alone,
Angry, depressed and torn!
I
see, touch and hear not that which is true
But that which is lost …I
know not what to do. And
suddenly I hear a song far away,
Awakening my soul, brightening my day.
Is the song very near or very far?
I care not…I have heard it at the
right hour.
It begins to fill me with a whole new life,
To be fulfilled,
I need but a little strife. I
smell the red rose-it smells so sweet!
The food tastes great-I could eat and
eat!
I feel the terrible pain of my burnt fingers
And the tragic pain
of his loss does not linger. And
I vow to myself… "I
may feel unhappy, I may even cry.
But to be happy…I shall forever try.
To find true love, I may have to strive
But I will move on, I will survive." back
to the top
A Poem For Mother Here
are the best of the poems you sent in about your mother (plus a mother who couldn't
resist joining in!) One
poem has been chosen by the editor at Macmillan Children's books to be included
in a new anthology about mothers. (News of that book nearer the release date!)
The
winning poem was this one... Every
Day in Every Way by Devon Conrad (aged 11)
I see you
Every
day
I love you
In every way
You help me
Every day
You love
me
In every way,
Mother.
I cherish you
Every day
I need you
In every way
You cherish me
Every day
You need me
In every
way,
Mother. (Well
done, Devon!) My
Mother by Lianne Lowe (aged 13) I
have written this poem to show you I care
Because whenever I need help you're
always there.
You will always be my dearest mother
And I couldn't wish
or hope for any other.
The heavens above cannot compare with you
Your
passion so deep and your love so true.
You teach me everything you know, and
you help me in every way
I want to see you happy every, single day.
You
may think I don't appreciate you and all the things you do for me
But I love
you so much, I just hope you can see.
You will always be in my heart till
the day that I die
I hope we never part or say goodbye. To
Mother by Nicole Braganza
Only she can tell the greatest story ever told
And kiss my forehead with the
slightest touch
Make perfect pancakes, hold my hand to cross the road
For all of this, I love her very much! And
she is one smart cookie, she can always mend
Old dress buttons AND a broken
heart
Hold me close and tell me, "So you didn't win,
"What matters
only, is the taking part" Most
times she's more old-fashioned than your grandma
She thinks the 70's always
are in vogue
The men I date will never fit her bill
She thinks they're
all unkempt ill-mannered "rogues"! She
is the maddest monster, when she's angry
Her flying temper will take you by
storm
And yet I know that she's a living legend
Of a breed exquisite,
that is MOM.
My Mother's
Hug by Annie Tao (aged 11) Mother's
hug
is huge and warm
Mother's hug
is soft and valuable Mother's
hug
had been there since you were a baby
Mother's hug
will last forever Cry
inside your mother's hug.
She wouldn't mind Inside
your mother's hug
You can tell her anything
Anything
Like your
own rocking chair
Like your own teddy She
Is by Nivedita Bhattacharjee She
is the one who always takes my side,
She is my friend, philosopher and guide.
She rebukes but with love in the heart,
She gives that push to make a good
start.
She weeds the misfortunes whenever they crop,
She knows where to
start and where to stop.
I'd never go anywhere but be with her rather,
'cause she is no one other than my MOTHER. Mummy
by Oliver
Lowe (aged 6) Mummy
Is helpful
Plays with me
Likes to eat chocolate Mum Mummy
She's beautiful
She cuddles me
She does kind things Mum
Mothers
by Evan Walsh (aged 10)
They make you happy when you
are sad,
They fix you're scrapes no matter how bad!
They know when you
lie,
They can tell when you cry!
Love spreads all around,
Except the
ground!
I love my mom,
How 'bout you?
How? by
Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) How
do you know everything about me?
You know when I'm up to something
And
when I'm hiding the truth.
I lie and you ground me within a second
Without
my mouth opening.
I play it normal and you ask me what's wrong.
How
do you see through me
And know what I'm thinking?
I don't say anything
and you know
What my problem is just like that.
Are you some kind of mind
reader?
A psychic? Magician?
No? Then how?
Oh, right.
You're
just my mom. Mum
Said by Sue Hardy Dawson (a Mum!) Mum
said don't tell lies,
Always tell the truth,
So why was she so mad
'bout what I said to Auntie Ruth?
I ate her yucky dinner,
She said "Was
that nice love?"
So I told her it was horrid,
And I felt like throwing
up.
Mum tried to suffocate me,
She said "That's very rude!"
Then whispered "Always lie
When it comes to horrid food" Back
to the top, Mum...
Family
Fun 2007 Grandpa
is so Funny by Kristelle Chant (aged
10) Grandpa
is so funny,
And he doesn't have any money,
All he does is eat, eat, eat,
and then he falls upon his seat,
He is of course so boring,
And he's not
that good at drawing,
But, of course I love him so,
I just wish he wasn't
that slow!
My Sister by Katie Kirsch
(aged 12) We
fight, okay, so I admit
We don't always get along.
But let me show you
why: Let's
just say I need the tape
And she knows where it is.
I'll ask her, Lexie,
where's the tape?
And she'll say, over there,
Pointing in a general direction. Over
here? No, over there.
Where over there? Over there. Lexie,
be specific please!
I just need to find the tape.
Well, I told you, it's
over there.
Thanks a lot Lexie.
No problem! She
makes me mad and thinks it's funny
But, really, it's not!
It annoys me
all the time
And if you don't have an annoying sibling,
You're not missing
out on a lot. Mother
by Umesh Shankar (aged 11)
My mother is very lovely and kind
A woman like her is hard to find
I always have her in my mind
My love for her is very blind. Sometimes
I do math like a mad,
My mother hits me and I feel bad;
After some time
she feels sad,
Then she teaches me and I feel glad. Sometimes
my brother will hit my mother,
Which my mother will just not bother;
My father and all my relatives will gather,
In the hall to scold my brother.
It
is from her I learn perfection
Her presence will ease my tension
For
her I bear lots of affection
For without her my home would be a prison. Aunt
Mildred by Julieta (aged 7)
Aunt Mildred never
messes about
No she doesn't, she makes
us
do the washing up!
and change the baby's
nappy! She leaves us
to hush
the baby
while she watches
TV, it's not fair!
And she never reads
us
a bed-time story!
SHE IS SO MEAN! My
Dad = Gas Mileage by Sydney Botz (aged 10)
My Dad and his gas mileage,
I don't get it at all!
I get ready to
scream,
When he talks about his theme
But one thing he doesn't know is...
When he starts talkin'
I start walking
Into my head,
To Think! My
Family's New Car by Celina Macdonald We've
got an energy-saving car
to keep the world alive.
We all get in and buckle
up
and pretend to go for a drive. Sal
by Jonathan (aged 11) S
is for my super brother
A is for awesome brother
L is for always doing
something in labour,
but still fun My
Mum by Marcus Jervis (aged 12) My
mum's eyes are like a
Calm forest in the night. She
is mostly quiet
Like an empty ghost school
On the warm desert sand. She
speaks calmly
Like the deep blue sea. She
is loyal
Like a royal guard She
is sometimes as funny as
Bill Connelly or Jim Davidson, She
likes fishing
But not when I go missing Dad
by Fabian (aged 12) Funniest
dad in the world.
Also he is as brave as a lion.
The nicest dad in the
world.
He is also lazy.
Everybody thinks he is cool.
Right when I
was born and I saw him I said to myself
this is going to be my best father. Dad
by Alejandra (aged 12) My
dad is like a bear protecting.
My dad is like a beautiful dog protecting his
puppies Fair
& nice.
Amazing & beautiful.
Thankful & grateful.
He's
a hard worker.
Elegant & trustful.
Respectful & peaceful. Daddy
is the best.
A world full of men only he is the one I love.
Dazzling
& cheerful. THAT'S
MY DAD!!!!!!!! My
Father by Michael (aged 11)
My father is as funny as a clown
His hair is as brown as his eyes
He is as smart as a teacher
My father is the best dad in the world to me
My father works hard to put food on the table and clothes on my back
My dad
is the most important thing to me Dad
by Jocelyn (aged 11) My
father's smile is like the sunshine.
My dad is as strong as a boxer.
My
love for my dad is my life.
Mother by
Anthony (aged 12) My
mom is as sweet as a candy apple.
My mom is as talkative as my sister.
My mom's eyes are as brown as the color brown.
My mom loves me,
And I
love her too! Mother
by Jose (aged 12) M
is for my mom and a mom is for me
O is for an outstanding person
T is
for the person that loves me as much as the planets are big.
H is for her
heart.
E is for Esther, the mom that loves me so much.
R is for the respect
she gives even when I don't respect Mum
by Jose (age 12)
My mom is brighter than a diamond
And is very intelligent
And is as beautiful
as the clouds in the sky
My mom is the best person to have as a mom.
And
she is like a beautiful flower spreading its roots Mum
by Jorge (age 11) My
mom is as sweet as a candy.
Oh, she is the prettiest rose in my garden.
There is no one prettier than my mom.
Her hugs are like a fluffy pillow.
Every pillow is soft but she is even softer.
Responsible like a lion. Mum
by Lenin (aged 12) Respectable
Only person like her
Someone special
Always there for me. Mother
by Juan (age 11) My
mom is as sweet as sugar.
Oh, she is the best.
There is no one like her.
Her hugs are sweet as honey.
Every candy is as sweet as you.
Runs faster
than a cheetah just to protect me. Mother
by George (aged 11) My
mom is as beautiful as a flower.
Outrageous like a smart student.
Taking
me everywhere like a limo driver.
Her smile is like a beautiful rose.
Everywhere I go I feel like she is right beside me.
Royal like a queen. Mother
by Briana (age 11) My
mom is like a beautiful dark red rose.
Outrageous like a straight A student
Testing me always as if she were a teacher.
Her smile is like the sun in the
morning.
Exciting like a girl's first time to Knott's Berry Farm.
Respectable
like a queen bee.
Father's Day Poem by
Alexis (aged 11) Funny
like his favorite cartoon goofy.
Always there like a mother bear.
There
for me and my brothers whenever I need him.
Honest to everyone he knows and
meets.
Ready like a girl on her prom night. Just
right in every way.
Other dad's can't complete.
Happiest man on earth.
Nicer than a soft gentle baby puppy. Father's
Poem by Tony (aged 12) Fearless
like a bear.
Aggressive as a lion.
Thankful as a gentleman.
Hard working
as a bee.
Eager as a cat.
Reliable as a best parent. Dad
by Paloma (aged 12) Dad
A big
Dog Faith
And
Truth
However I have you
Either way
Respect is the main play. Dad
by Jazmaine (aged 11) My
dad is like
a lion ready to
attack for his
cubs
He is a
handsome man yet
strong and very nice,
He helps people in need
I
thank God for my dad
Without him it would be like
No sun on earth. Father
by Juan (aged 12) Father
is so cool.
Always is really nice.
There when I need him.
His eyes
are like a cat's eyes.
Every day he teaches me new things.
Really smart
- that I can't beat him. Poems
For My Dad by Jorge (aged 12) For
me the best man in the world.
Amazing dad and fun.
Too good for me .
He stands next to me on the good and bad.
Everything dumb I do he laughs
Respected by me and everyone. Minds
he own business no es chismoso.
You would like to have him as a dad. Does
his work and doesn't slack off.
Answers everything you ask him.
Does whatever
to get what we need. My
dad is fast as a Lamborghini
You're as good as candy.
Fights like
a real pro.
And a good person like a bird.
Thinks as good as genius .
Hears everything we say just like a dog.
Every person likes him
Respects
other people's property Dad
by Marcos (aged 12) A
stands for amazing dad
N stands for nicest dad
T stands for tallest dad
O stands for outstanding
N stands for never bad
I stands for idol dad
O stands for awesome dad
S stands for smart dad
A stands for all-loving
dad
N stands for never breaks a promise
C stands for a caring dad
H stands for a handsome dad
E stands for not an embarrassing
Z stands
for a zest Father
by Erwin Hernandez (aged 12) F=
for how much you care for me
A= your heart has been attached to my heart and
it will never separate
T= everything you do comes from your heart to mine
H=how hard you work for us to eat and to sleep under a roof for us
E=everyday
you're there for me and our family
R=how red my heart is for you and my family Father
by Desirae (aged 12) F
is for all the flowers he give me
A is for the apples we ate under the tree
T is for all the times he say's he loves me
H is for helping me up when I
fall
E is for everything he does for me
R is for roses that he give me Father
by Juan Ramirez (aged 12) Father
you're so great you're a very cool dad
You love to play soccer and I do too
and you like cars and I do too! You are very cool, no other dad can't compare
with you
This is your day, it's father's day! Today it's a special day for
all the fathers of the world
He can be a nice dad and sometimes you can be
a bad dad . I still love you the way you are
Enter the room of you and other
fathers, father's day party
Roses are red violets are blue - there isn't
a cooler dad than you. Father
by Giovannie (aged 11) F
is for friend who is always there for me like a father
A is for the attention
he gives me when I need it
T is for the house that my father pays where I
live with him
E is for everything I will need
R is for the rising or my
love that increases every day Father
Poem by Jose (aged 11) F
is for a friend who is like a father to the world.
A is for attention he gives
like if I was his favorite son.
T is for the tremendous love of his life.
H is for his heart that beats when he sees my mom as a goddess.
E is for the
woman my dad loves like a beautiful flower.
R is for the respect he gives
to everyone like a big dinner with nothing but good manners. At
least I know that me and him are as cool as ice not lice!
Father
by Ruben (aged 11) Favorite
person in the world
After if get in trouble you still love me.
The one
who takes care of me.
He loves a lot.
Easy to make him laugh.
Ready
to take care of me. My
Dad by Crystal (aged 11) My
dad is my hero.
You know I love you a lot.
Daddy's little angel.
As you know I love you a lot.
Dads like mine are as strong as
The strongest
person in the
Whole wide world. My
Dad by Mayte (aged 12) My
dad is sweet as candy
My dad is cool as snow
My dad is serious like a
tiger
My dad is handsome like a rose
My dad is strong like a muscleman My
Mum by Maria (aged 12) My
mom is an angel who protects me
From the bad and the good
You're like
a cloud that covers my body
And protects me from the cold and the rain,
You are my favorite color that is black
You are my teddy bear that I hug
That's my mom!!! My
Mother by Vanessa (aged 12) My
mother is beautiful like a flower
She's lovable
She's always there like
a mother bear
She's unique
She's the #1 mom for me!!! Father
Poem by Jessica C. (aged 11) My
father is brave like a lion
He is fearless like a tiger
He is like lion
protecting his cubs
He is sweet like a bunny
He is strong like a lion
Most of all he loves me Father
Poem by Jailene (aged 11) Fair
to others like a papa bear
Awesome person
Truly cool as ice
Helps
others like a bee
Either way, he helps people with honor
Really loves
his family like a papa bear My
Dad by Juan (aged 12) My
dad's smile is like a shining sun
My dad is strong as a hard metal
My
love for my dad is as big as the whole world
My dad is the best dad in the
world Father
by Jorge (aged 11) Fierce
as a lion
As strong like an ox
The best dad in the world
Has a strong
heart
Earns a lot of respect
Runs like a puma Father
by Maria (aged 12) F
is for father I love you
A is for a very good dad
T is for Thank you
for everything you do for me
H is for you own a big space in my heart
E is for every single day you think about me
R is for I will think about you
the rest of my life My
Dad by Lidia (aged 12) My
father's smile is like the
Sunshine in the air
My dad is as strong as
the wind
My love for my dad is as strong
As the waves in the ocean
My dad is #1 in the world Mom
by Christian Sanchez (aged 12) My
mae is great because she takes me out to eat steak
We laugh and laugh because
the meat is so tough
We ate and ate until we finished our plate
I think
my mom is really great. My
Family by Jessica Castro (aged 11)
My Uncle
My uncle has
A smile like
The clouds,
His eyes are shiny
Like the sky.
He loves to talk about
His childhood.
Most of all, he loves me! My
Aunt
My aunt has
a smile lighter than the sun.
Her heart is redder than a beautiful rose.
Her eyes are like the clear clouds.
Her hair is like sweet honey.
She
is like a lovebird.
She is beautiful like a butterfly.
She is like a beautiful
mom to me. My
Mother
My mom has
a beautiful smile.
Her heart is redder than fire.
Her hair is like brownies.
Her eyes are like chocolate.
Most of all, I love her! My
Grandma
My Amå
that is like a butterfly in the blue sky.
Her face is bright like the sun.
She sings like a beautiful bird.
Her garden is like heaven.
Her smile
is like the beautiful SKY! Mother
by Dominique Hunt (aged 11) My
mother is sweeter than candy.
Oh, she is sweet.
The sweetest
person on Earth.
Her house is always clean.
Ears are medium
Runs, my mother runs softest. Poem
for my Mother by Jazmine Horta (aged 11) My
mom is like a beautiful red rose.
Other moms are like daffodils.
Together we're like peas in a pod.
Her love is like a beating
heart.
Endless love like a string that goes on forever.
Reading
quietly as a bee so I can fall asleep. Aunt
by Daniel Vargas (aged 11) Reminds
me to love people a lot.
Overprotects me.
Calls me a sweet
little angel.
It's incredible she loves me.
One extremely
cool mother. Never
lets me down.
Expects the best for me and my mom.
Nena,
the best aunt ever.
Always cares about me. Mother
by Elwig Wassmer (aged 11) My
mom knows what words to say to make me happy.
Oh, so sweet and nice.
The only one I love the most.
Her hairs is as red as a rose.
Easy to make her happy
Ready to love me. My
Mother by Jetzabel Perez (aged 11) My
mother is as pretty as a rose.
Her heart is as big as the sky.
Her hair
is as dark as the night.
My mother is as brave as a lion,
Her eyes shine
like the sun.
My mother is so funny, just like a clown.
My mother is as
white as the clouds.
My mother is as sweet as candy. Mother
by Bryant Arriaza (aged 11) My
mom is sweet as candy.
Only my mom will be the best woman in my life.
The only person that will care for me as their child is my mom.
Her
life will be a long as an oak tree's.
Everyday she cares for me as
if her everything was me.
Roses are the color of my mom' s lips. Maria
by Albert Gomez (aged 12) My
mom is like no other.
Always there for me because she is my mother.
Raises me perfectly.
I love my mother.
A flower looks
just like her. My
Mom by Fabian Palacios (aged 12) My
mom smells as good as a rose.
My mom is as short as an ant.
My mom is
as sweet as candy.
My mom is as brave as a warrior.
My mom's eyes are
prettier than a daisy. Mother
by Manuel Juarez (aged 11) My
mom is as fierce as a lion.
Other moms are as weak as a baby.
The
eyes of my mom are as beautiful as the jungle.
Her hair is as dark
as the night sky.
Everything she does is out of love.
Roses
are red, but my mom is a blue rose. Mother
by Luis Jaimes (aged 12) My
mom is as beautiful as a rose.
Only a nice lady.
The best
provider of food.
Her voice sounds better than a mockingbird.
Everyday
I am happy for my mom.
Reading with her is as exciting as a movie. My
Mom by Michael Nisser (aged 11) My
mom is as smart as a teacher.
Others can't compete with you.
Talented,
my mom is as talented as an artist.
Hair, her hair is as shiny as the
sun.
Everyday I love you even more.
Rose, my mom is as pretty
as a rose. Mother
by Juan Martinez (aged 12) My
mom is as sweet as a rose.
Oh, she is the nicest one.
That
she always takes care of me.
Her hair is really cute.
Everyday
she remembers to tell me things.
Really! She is fun.
Mom by
Paloma Guzman (aged 12) More
than anything
Or any animal , I love you the most.
Mom. My
mom.
Oh, how important you are
To my life,
How
clever you have
Ever been a
Road to my heart and the key
to my feelings.
Mother by Tony Alejos
(aged 11) My
mom is sweet as sugar.
Other candy isn't as sweet.
The mom
bear is not as caring as my mom.
Her eyes shine brightly like the sun.
Elves aren't as helpful as my mom.
Roses are as beautiful as
my mom.
Mother Poem by Denisse Quiroga (aged 12)
My mom is a smart as a calculator.
Oh, she is as generous as
a beautiful rose.
There is no one in the world but you!
Healthy
as a rose and as beautiful as one.
Even though I say you are cute as
a rose,
you bloom more than all of them.
Roses are red, violets
are blue
but nothing makes me happy but you, mom! Mother
by Steven Perez (aged 12)
M is for the mother of my birth
O is for the outrageous things she has done
for me
T is for the thanks I give her
H is for how much love I give her
E is for our eternal bond
R is for how many rose I would give to her for all
the things she gives me
My Mom by Jesus Rodriguez (aged 11)
I love my mom.
My mother is as sweet as candy.
When my mom sings
her voice is like a canary.
She's patient like a night in the calm open beach.
She's kind, patient, courageous, friendly, sincere, truthful, mature, compassionate,
cautious, hardworking, funny, perfectionist, cooperative, quiet, proud, considerate,
generous, conservative, cultured, remarkable, gentle, sensitive, fabulous, trustworthy,
Responsible, exciting, wise, fearless, nurturing,
Her love is as big as the
ocean.
She's as bright as the sun and as lovely as a rose that comes out in
spring.
I love my mother.
She's the best mother ever!
Everyday her
personality qualities get bigger and smaller because as she goes along, she
Shares these qualities with people
And GOD gives her more of the qualities
she has.
My mom is really very loving.
Mother by Anthony Solis (aged 12) My
mom is as sweet as a candy apple.
My mom is as talkative as my sister.
My mom's eyes are as brown as the color brown.
My mom loves me,
And I
love her too! My
Mom by Jose Sanchez (aged 11) My
mom is brighter than a diamond
And is very intelligent
And is as beautiful
as the clouds in the sky
My mom is the best person to have as a mom.
And
she is like a beautiful flower spreading its roots My
Mother by Jorge Carlos (aged 12) My
mom is as sweet as a candy.
Oh, she is the prettiest rose in my garden.
There is no one prettier than my mom.
Her hugs are like a fluffy
pillow.
Every pillow is soft but she is even softer.
Responsible
like a lion.
Mother by Juan Jose Vega (aged 11) My
mom is as sweet as sugar.
Oh, she is the best.
There is no one like her.
Her hugs are sweet as honey.
Every candy is as sweet as you.
Runs faster
than a cheetah just to protect me. Mother
by George Medrano (aged 13) My
mom is as beautiful as a flower.
Outrageous like a smart student.
Taking me everywhere like a limo driver.
Her smile is like a
beautiful rose.
Everywhere I go I feel like she is right beside me.
Royal like a queen. Mother
by Briana Rodriguez (aged 12) My
mom is like a beautiful dark red rose.
Outrageous like a straight A
student
Testing me always as if she were a teacher.
Her
smile is like the sun in the morning.
Exciting like a girl's first
time to Knott's Berry Farm.
Respectable like a queen bee. My
Mom by Amber Barrios (aged 12) My
mom is as beautiful as a rose.
Oh, my mom is like a busy bee.
To
tell you how she is like is just something I can't say.
How my mom
is as grateful as a little girl getting candy.
Excellent my mom is
like in arts and crafts.
Respectable, my mom is as a queen
"Mother"
My Mother by Ruben Gomez (aged 11) My
mother has hair darker than the shadows.
Her heart is redder than a really
beautiful rose.
Her eyes are like a beautiful rainbow.
She walks as gracefully
as a peacock.
Her smile is like a bright light.
Her hugs are as sweet
as a good, delicious candy.
P
R E V I O U S
H A P P Y
F
A M I L I E S
My Family by Vinh Lengoc (aged 7)
My family is funny
My family is shy.
My family is happy
And so am I
My
Brothers and Sister by Kieran Woods (aged
10) Erica
is my sister,
And she's as good as gold,
She doesn't live at home with
us,
And her job is helping the old. Terry
is a singer,
And also plays guitar,
He goes to music school,
And wants
to be a star. Daniel
is in sixth form,
And wants to act in plays,
He studies at the Citadel,
And hopes to get some praise. Alex
likes to skateboard,
He rides it day and night,
He tries to teach me tricks,
But I don't always get them right. These
are all my siblings,
I love them all the same,
I am their little brother,
Kieran is my name. I
Love My Nan by Rebecca Pritchard (age 9) I
love my Nan in every thing she does
I love her big cheery smiles
I love
the way she teaches me stuff
I love her big fluffy hair it reminds me of
snow
I will always love her when I think about her Wrestling
by Thomas Szakacs
(for my grandad) He
worked in a ring, a stage braced
With recrudescent memories
Which was
always prepared to bleed.
An inscrutable latitudinarian - his
Force almost
seemed out of place,
Until his labour was witnessed:
Wave upon wave, as
the crowd,
On their feet, once, twice, screams
Of affection, discontent,
love, hate,
Strength and strength and all of
This upon one man… afterwards,
They say, he was as if nothing
Had ever taken place. He
died before I had seen his face:
Reduced to photographs his
Supporters
knew him better than I,
(Deaf to his words and warmth),
An indifferent
almanac lies unread
Upon the shelf; pictures on websites
From admirers;
a modeling photo-shoot:
A stone is the only entity I know
Him by, yet
I have known him all my life. My
Grandad by Tom Williams (aged 10) My
Grandad loves everything old,
From antiques, precious stamps and cars.
He rides through the countryside
In his vintage Bullnose Morris,
Tooting
his horn as he goes, toot-toot. Every
Sunday he has to watch,
Antiques Roadshow on the box.
With his hot cup
of tea, And his biscuit in his hand,
Dunking to his hearts content. At
eating he is slow,
Even slower than me,
With a huff and a puff,
He
insists on clearing his plate.
But at eating pudding, he is great.
Grandad by Jordan Bennis (aged 9) Grandad's
gone
And I am sorry about that. He
was a very quiet person
Never harmed anyone
I only ever saw him three
times
He always wore a suit
He enjoyed his work and even if he was ill
He went to work Now
he's gone
And I'm sorry about that That's
why I am dedicating this poem to him From
your loving Grandson
Love you, Grandad
My Twin Sister by Charlotte Brook (aged 9) I
only have one sister,
I call her my skin and blister.
We have our own
bedroom,
Although we share a bathroom.
We play together day and night,
And always try not to fight.
Lots of people say we look the same
Though
hearing it all the time can be a pain.
I consider her as my very best mate,
Because most of the time she is really great.
It's brill having a sister,
even better a twin,
I'll always have a lot of love for her from within. My
Trendy Auntie Lynn by Emma Carlisle (aged
9) My
Auntie's name is Lynn,
She's trendy, cool and thin,
I love the clothes
she wears,
Lynn is so loving, she really cares.
She always comes to visit
me,
And often stays for tea,
Sometimes on a Friday she goes out with my
Mum,
She wears a belly button ring and shows her tum.
We do cool things
like make-up and braiding my hair,
I'm so proud especially when boys stop
and stare. Knitting
Mad by Emma Hampson (aged 10) My
Mum knits,
She makes mitts,
And not only that,
She can make a hat. She
knits for babies,
She knits for me,
She knits for my brother,
And
before tea. She
knits in green,
She knits in red,
She knits on the plane,
And also
in bed. My
Family by Katie Jones (aged 9) My
Mum is mad on housework,
And likes to go to the gym,
And when she gets
home from work,
She loves to have a gin. My
Dad likes to climb mountains,
In far away places,
But I'm sure when he's
near to the top,
He must pull funny faces. My
sister Tash is a teenager,
She plays the clarinet,
She also plays the
piano,
And has a rabbit for a pet. Oh
and by the way what about me,
I love to eat custard,
But I'm not keen
on mustard,
Football is my favourite game,
And Katie is my name. My
Auntie Rides a Motorbike by Lauren Atherton
(age 10) My
auntie rides a motorbike,
She does lots of things like
Scooting down the
road,
On her way she crushes a toad,
She lives in Liverpool in a flat,
She looks after Puss Puss her pet cat,
She has got a boyfriend called Simon,
He is a scaffolder not a fireman,
He is also scared of heights,
And he
does his job every night,
And my auntie rides a motorbike.
The Weirdest Family In The World by Matthew O'Neill
(aged 9) Mum
is a formula 1 racer,
Dad collects sticks,
Baby is in the army,
Grandad
is only 26! Auntie
is a football freak,
Cat has a cigar,
I'm only nine,
And I have a
car. Alzheimer's
by Alexa Payne I
loved my dad
But his ending was so sad
Not knowing who I was
Before
we had no choice but to pull the plug Alzheimer's
slowly deterred his mind
Even forgetting how to tell time
We saw the signs
early on
But nothing could be done
We tried to stay strong
But forgetting
your little girl?
I felt my stomach whirl around
When he said, "Who
are you now?" The
very moment before he died
He look in my eyes
And said "I love you
... bye..."
But I did not feel the urge to cry
Maybe because I was
finally satisfied My
Great-Gram by Katherine Wilson (aged 10)
My Great-Gram Wilson was kind and sweet
Even though she had no feet.
She cared for others around her
She spent her life in a wheel chair.
She
had four sons who made her proud
At times they could be very loud.
Once
a thief came in the night
He gave Great-Gram a terrible fright.
She said
"Who's there and what have you got to say,"
Her courage sent him
on his way.
She died when she was very old
Of her life I've been told.
Jay, My Brother by
Lauren Theobald (age 10) If
my brother wasn't here,
I would feel alone,
I would want him near. He
looks like my dad,
And he is very bad. (sometimes) He
loves classical music, smooth and calm,
I don't like it but he does. When
he gets tickled,
He laughs and smiles. I
don't want him to go,
I would feel down and low. Please
stay with me,
That's the way I want it to be. Super
Mum! by Mao Iwasa (aged 12)
(a tanka) Hard
working person.
Everyday come home from work.
Loves us and cares us.
She must be a Super Mum.
She deserves mum of the year.
Parents by Rebecca Page (aged 9)
P recious
A ngels
R ealistic
E nergetic
N ice
T ender
S pecial My
Dad by Rhys Peck (age 10) My
Dad helps me,
With my football skills,
But he is not the best cook. I
would miss him,
If he were gone,
He is always there for me and encourages
Me to carry on.
I love my Dad apart from his trousers.
Someone Special by Emma Manton (age 9) My
mum is special
My mum is sweet,
My mum is cute
My mum is neat. My
mum is wonderful
My mum is loving,
My mum is cheerful
My mum is giving. My
mum is sharing
My mum is fine,
My mum isn't yours
My mum is MINE! My
Sister by Andrew (aged 10) I
have a baby sister
Her skin is soft as silk.
When she goes to bed she
wriggles
She cannot hold her milk. Her
face is small and round
She gives me a hug
When I pick her up
She
gives me a tug. Love
by Amy (aged 10) I
love my mum,
She is loving and caring.
Bakes nice cakes,
Puts a roof
over
My head
And loves me for who I am. My
Sister Jennifer by Caroline Lane (aged 10) My
sister's a punk
She's a bit of a grump.
She goes to the High
And she
doesn't like apple pie. She's
obsessed,
She thinks rock music's the best.
She's in a band
And she's
got a scar on her hand. She'd
like to be a writer like J.K. Rowling
And another thing she likes is ten pin
bowling.
She's very kind to animals
And you'll only catch her eating vegetables. She
used to like Lord of the Rings,
But now she thinks Good Charlotte are the
kings.
She really wants to drive a car
And for her birthday she wants
an electric guitar. She's
in top group for every lesson at school
And I think she's really cool.
That's my sister! I
Never Knew Him by Hannah Dersiley (aged 10) I
feel upset,
I never knew him,
I don't know if I like him;
But he is
still with me,
I feel him support me. He
just missed me,
God had to take him away,
I have only seen pictures,
They don't talk to me,
I've never known him personally. And
never had the chance to say,
"Grandad, you hang in there"
I
wanted to see him go,
I am sorry to say, I don't know you. Brothers
by Sophie Sampson (aged 9) Big
brothers, small brothers
Any size at all brothers;
Fat brothers, thin
brothers
Making such a din brothers;
Round brothers, square brothers,
Make you feel you're not there brothers;
Yukky brothers, mucky brothers,
As muddy as a puppy brothers;
Mean brothers, lean brothers,
Make you spurt
out steam brothers;
Happy brothers, snappy brothers,
Make you feel unhappy
brothers;
Sad brothers, bad brothers,
Make you really mad brothers...
AAAGGGHHH!!!! Sisters
by Claire Wolf Square
sisters
Round sisters
Big sisters
Little sisters
Thin sisters
Fat sisters
Mean sisters
Kind sisters
Old sisters
Young sisters
Beautiful sisters
Brown-haired sisters
Black-haired sisters
Blond-haired
sisters
Red-haired sisters
Grumpy sisters
Tired sisters
Moody
sisters
Fun sisters
Boring sisters
Unhelpful sisters
Helpful sisters
I can't stand it any more, there's probably thousands more!
My
Sister by Alana Bryan (aged 8) My
sister is a little monkey
But she is very funky
My sister is very sweet
But she has very smelly feet. My
Brother by Celyn Davies (aged 8) I
cuddle him at bedtime
Each and every night
We like to play together
Run and scream, not fight I
tell him all my secrets
And we share all our things
And when I'm sad and
lonely
I say brother, you're my friend. Nana
by Charlie Williams (aged 8) My
great Nana died one year ago,
We love her much and miss her so,
We take
some flowers to her grave,
I love to go and give her a little wave,
When
I see her bright star at night,
It reminds me of her eyes so bright,
I
love you Nana, GOOD NIGHT. To
My Aunt by Allison
I
remember the first time I tried your Matzo ball soup.
I remember curling up
in your bed and the stories you read to me.
I remember going to the beach
and making sand castles with giant moats,
I remember eating delicious
treats with you
at the Paradise Cafe in Aspen, Colorado.
I remember when
I spent the night at your house and I got sick
but you stayed up and watched
movies with me.
I remember the time when we went canoeing down the river
with Charlotte, Caitlin and Uncle Charles.
But my favorite memory's yet to
come.
I love you with all my heart,
Back to the top!
We
asked you to send us the best poem you've made with those magnetic
poems that you can stick on the fridge. If you hadn't got them - we suggested
you try this. Take
a favourite magazine. Cut out the headlines. Cut the headlines up
into individual words. Re-arrange the words into
a poem.
(No cheating and adding extra words)
These
were the best you sent us. Missing
by Alysha Bhatti Long
haired
Black nose
Missing
From body
Maybe
Checking manholes
Or garden sheds
For cleanliness
Information
Of whereabouts
Or
return
£ 20:00
Contact
Cat Judkins. For
Some of the Kids on the Bus by
James Colder (aged 12) It
performs hot
from the oven sunny
days on
paper after
hoola-hoops, space
hoppers and a
bubbling apple just
as well Jealous
by Sara Cook (aged 10) Another
girl in the neighbourhood. But
she was sad. Win
an invitation There
was a very long pause Have
you heard of the English Roses? Back to the top!
My
Love Is Like A Vegetable...
We asked you to write
a poem about a vegetable. A tough challenge indeed. Here's the best of the crop!
Our favourites were Johnathan's tomatoes, Alysha's cucumbers and Daniel's potatoes.
A big well done to everyone else.
Tomatoes
Haiku by Johnathan Chow (aged 11)
A big fat red ball
Cruel
red blood wraps the seeds hard
Juicy and tasty Cool
Cucumber by Alysha Bhatti (aged 8)
Cucumber with noodles
Pizza or rice.
Even on its own
Cucumber tastes nice.
Cucumber
in chutney
With yogurt and spice
Diced or grated
Or in a slice.
Cucumber with prawn
Cucumber with fish
Cucumber is the king
Of every salad dish.
Cucumber for hunger,
Cucumber for thirst
In this competition
Cucumber comes first.
Potatoes by
Daniel White (aged 12)
Potatoes, they are really great,
well,
so is any food.
But think of the variety,
there's a spud for every mood!
Roast potatoes,
Boiled potatoes,
Potatoes in a sauce,
Jacket
potatoes,
Naked potatoes,
Mashed potatoes of course.
Let's not
forget our friend the chip,
Or perhaps you say French fries.
For me the
winner is the crisp,
trust me, I tell no lies. Carrots
by Britney Rouse
I like it - its size, shape and color.
Why do I like this? You may wonder.
I like how it comes in different ways
From chopped, to diced, to sautéed.
Carrots
I like how
I found its many sounds.
From the crunch of its rawness,
the smunch when
it's baked,
and even from the smash when inside a cake
Carrots
Are my favorite vegetable you see
and if you're a carrot lover,
you'd agree with me.
I Am a Potato by
Timothy Lui (aged 8)
I am a potato
I live in a
basket with lot of other potatoes
But who is killing all my mates,
With
its sharpened knife like a chainsaw coming?
I started to die like a old electric
wire,
But now I am dead in someone's stomach,
To disappear forever at
the end of summer. Potato
by Candice Edwards (aged 9)
The potato is what I like
All the rest can take a hike.
Chipped and roast are the best.
Boiled and
baked also pass my test.
Crisps of all flavours you can buy
Thanks to
the potato, which you can fry.
A Sunday roast just isn't the same
Without
the potato it would be lame.
Sausages and mash, that's my favourite
With
onion gravy at the table I'll sit
With a salad or even grated
I think
the potato is underrated Corn
Crush by Alysha Bhatti (aged 8)
I love corn
In the morn
And for lunch
Another crunch
As for tea,
Corn for me! Pleading
Peas by Alysha Bhatti (aged 8)
Peas are piled on a plate
Feeling in a wretched state
Say the peas, with a sneeze
"We are cold,
eat us please" Ornamental
Okra by Alysha Bhatti (aged 8)
The lady finger Okra
Graceful as a queen
Stands in the garden
All dressed in green. Brownies
by Briana Rizzo (aged 11) Brownies
are tasty
I eat them every day
I am never hasty
and I never throw
them away! Brussels
Sprouts by Will Jayes (aged 12) Brussels
sprouts are dirty
they make people sick
long time dead
Brussels sprouts
there's no point to nick
Brussels sprouts are green
green like a bogey
I didn't eat it
I think it's an old fogy People
say they are nice but
not as nice as chicken & rice. Back
to the top
Dream
a Poem This
challenge was an unusual one. Write a poem about a dream. It could be of any length.
It could rhyme, be in free verse or maybe in some regular poetic form. But it
had to be based on a real dream. Have
you ever woken up in the morning and remembered a weird dream? Then forgotten
it? Why not take a notebook or pencil and paper to bed? Put them by your bedside
and when you wake up in the morning write down your dream. Then use it as the
basis of a poem. Our favourite poems were by Bethany and
Joshua. They are the Dream Poet Champions. Well done.
(Dreaming of Brad Pitt, eh?) Dreams
by Bethany Rettig (aged 12)
I once was a robot.
I had gears and
wires.
I could even fly.
I once was married.
I was married to
Brad Pitt.
He said I was pretty.
I once was a boy.
I said boys
are stupid.
Then I became a boy.
But of course
I was dreaming. Haunted
Sleep by Joshua
SLEEP
Birthday
Party
Sing Happy Birthday
Ghosts!
Run!
Run!
Hide!
Ghosts
closing in
Help
Form a circle
Ghosts coming
Ghosts closing in
WAKE Mystery
by Khalid Braonán
Eyes open in the morning
With dust
upon their brim.
They squint upon my arms
With creases on my skin.
A lack of clues to tell the story
Of dreams the night before
Dreams
that are forgotten.
Dreams that are no more. Running
by Danny C. I
am running
down the street
being chased by teachers
the teachers are
shouting
marzipan
frying pan
desperate dan
wants his nan
I
stop to tie my shoe lace
but my fingers won't work properly
I can hear
the teachers
but now they are laughing
and I am flying away Falling
by Nicole
I dreamt that I was falling
I fell so very deep
I was falling, falling, falling
From that time I fell asleep
I fell into
a dark and scary
Bottomless black hole
I thought I'd never come out
And the thought left me so cold
I was falling, I was punished
By the force
of gravity
I was falling faster, harder
Short of breath...I couldn't see!!
There was no end, no finish line
And I was scared as hell
Yet no one heard
my screams
And no one heard me yell
And suddenly, I got a spank
My
teacher burst the bubble
Of my weird and scary dream
Then I FELL INTO
BIG TROUBLE!!!
FUNNY
POEMS
Clown
Haiku by Daniel Banks (aged 9) Red
nose, big feet clown
Is always messing around
Silly tricks, daft mix Zoo
Limerick by A. Non
At
the zoo I remarked to an emu
I cannot pretend I esteem you
You're a greedy
old bird
And your walk is absurd
But your curious feathers redeem you
Cinderella by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11)
Cinderella,
she worked for me, that dirty slave
And although she spent her days cleaning,
she was brave
But one day, a scroll came through the door
Inviting us
to a Halloween disco, full of darkness and gore
I brought my girls pumpkin
outfits while she scrubbed the sink
And off we went in our coats (yes they
were mink!)
We were queuing to get in, jingling our fees
And then I saw
her, dressed as a cat, she was free
I was going to go and punish her, but
the guards pushed us in
And we got budged so far that we landed in the bin
She got home that night and rested her head
While we were jammed in the bin,
covered in mouldy bread. Woh
Oh by Lauren.G & Jessica.E (aged 12) what's
new, pussy cat
woh oh woh oh woh oh
my watch, puppy dog
woh oh woh
oh woh oh
what's old pussy cat
woh oh woh oh woh oh
my socks puppy
dog
woh oh woh oh woh oh Ear
Wax by Erin, Heidi, Jessica and Lauren (aged 12) Ear
wax is yellow
Ear wax is yummy.
But most of all
It's good for your
tummy. Er...
I don't think it is! - RS
The Future by Jessica, Heidi, Lauren and Erin
(aged 12) I
have not yet been to the future
But my nose and my feet have
But sometimes
I can see the future
And then I catch a taxi Mrs
Nelly by Naafiah Saleem (aged 12) Old
Mrs. Nelly is really very kind,
But sometimes, I mean it, she goes out of
her mind.
One day old Nelly went searching for a book,
And came across
a library and began to look.
Borrowing one for the night she set off home,
To read all the hidden surprises all alone.
On the way she met her friends
who were quite old
And told them that the book she got was as good as gold.
The next day she stood in the library shouting all day,
Saying that the book
had some complicated numbers
in and instead she played with clay.
Stopping
Mrs. Nelly, the lady behind the desk cried,
"Mam, so you're the one who
borrowed our telephone
directory for the night" Back to the top!
A
SPORTING LIFE Calligram
by Oliver Scott (aged 9)
Cricket
Up comes the bowler
He's coming very, very fast.
My
legs are shaking like wobbly jelly
Then suddenly the ball comes soaring.
I go for a block but the ball spins away.
Oh no I hear a CRACK!!! Is it the
wickets?
The crowd goes wild. "Howzat" they shout.
I think I've
been bowled out! How sad.
On my first bowl. And the world cup too.
And
that's why we lost that game.
We only needed two runs to win.
So that's
why we lost in
1892 Golf
Rap Haiku by Mulham Al-Assad Win
them all, no wall
White ball in a small hole, golf
Must fall in your soul
Backyard
Cricket by Violet Macdonald (aged
13) Bowl
a quick one
Make it burn
Bowl a spinner
Watch it turn
Hit a four
now
Hit it tall
Hit a six now
No more ball Baseball
Nerd by Mulham Al-Assad
I went to a baseball game
Taking my baseball bat
I was only wearing my
shorts
And my cute red hat
I entered the playground
With no one
as my friend
Everyone was looking at me
Like some kind of a nerd
I stood in front of the bowler
I said "Shoot the ball!"
I hit
the ball, it went so far
I wasn't a nerd after all
Everyone looked
at each other
Everybody shouted, "Wow!"
Then I heard someone
telling me:
"Wake up! It's school you know." The
Cricket Team by Violet Macdonald
(aged 13) The
captain hates Sue Ellen,
So much so that when
Only seven kids turn up
She bats at number ten. Sports
Leads to Trouble by Cliodhna Rooney I
hate sports - it's something I can't do,
I can't jump, run or even skip -
this is all true.
I can write, sing and even multiply,
I'm just not good
at sports, but my teacher says I have to try. Maybe
its because I'm not so tall,
or maybe it's that I don't want to try at all.
But again the teacher says, "There's no harm in trying."
(but miss,
you're not the one whose almost dying.) My
teacher is only doing what she is meant to do
but if she was me she would
be in agony too.
She keeps on saying just try.
so I run out the doors
without saying goodbye. "You're
in trouble," my teacher spoke as she held her tea
so I said, "Miss,
I had to run or you would have caught me." Oops The
Game of Golf by Medha Potluri (aged 9)
Golf is so cool,
among all sports it should rule!
It is so much fun,
you don't even need to run.
All you have to do,
is just stand and hit
the ball.
And then people will clap for you,
since in the hole you have
made it fall! My
Cricket Average by Celina Macdonald I've
an average of 500.
I've an average of 500.
But I've not been knighted,
And no-ones excited 'bout
My bowling average of 500. Would've
by Celina Macdonald I
sent the stumps flying
As I bowled at high speed,
With wrong'uns and yorkers
To put us in the lead. Or
I would've, but the sun was in my eyes. I
took all the catches,
There were cheers and air-pumps.
Throwing in from
the outfield,
I knocked down all three stumps. Or
I would've, but the sun was in my eyes. As
I took on the Quicks
I ruined their chances.
I hit them for six
And
scored fours with leg glances. Or
I would've, but the sun was in my eyes. I
got into our car,
And we drove out the gates.
I waved and I smiled
To all my teammates. Or
I would've, but the sun was in my eyes. I
Wish by Celina I
wish that I could hit a six
That sailed high into the sky
And bounced
off Stan's head onto David's
Hitting Justin in the eye
And then broke
Andrew's glasses,
On its way to his dad's car,
Going through the window
and out again
And landing in the car.
I wish that I could hit a six
That would blow Adam Gilchrist's mind.
That whipped off Stan's hat, broke
David's nose
and hit Justin's behind.
And then knocked Andrew's front
teeth out,
And bounced off Derrick's mother,
Hit the coffee out of Mike's
dad's hand
And strangled Justin's brother. Football
by Euan Ridley (aged 10) Football,
football, football
You're a goalkeeper
Wise and tall
Saving shots,
saving penalties
Goalkeepers, you're so cool
You can even be heroes! Football,
football, football
You're a defender, strong and rough
Tackling defenders,
if they say, "What, that was a foul!"
You just say, "Tough",
Every day, after a game
I bet you've had enough! Football,
football, football
You're a midfielder, doing set ups
Doing skill better
than T.Henry
Everyone claps for you, cheering, even having tea
After a
match, I bet you'd like some too! Football,
football, football
You're a striker, scoring from everywhere
Chipping
it, taking people on, booting the ball
Whatever or wherever you score from,
it'll always be cool
I bet you're in pain
But don't worry
Because
your man of the game! Football,
football, football
It's such a classic and great sport
And if you don't
be a footballer
You'll have to go to court! Cricket
by Euan Ridley (aged 10) Cricket,
cricket, cricket
You're a batter, smashing the ball
Whatever stroke you
like
The drive, the hook, the cut or the pull
After a game, I bet you're
tired out
From all that running and hitting the ball! Cricket,
cricket, cricket
You're a bowler, fast or slow
Using any type of bowling
Just don't hit the batsmen's toe!
And after a game
I bet you got 999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999,999…
(I can't go on!) wickets
Even though you can only get 10! Cricket,
cricket, cricket
You're a wicketkeeper, with safe hands (lets hope!)
Catching
the ball from any bowler
But you'd better cope
(Because I'm one too,
seriously, I am!)
And after the game
Well I bet you saw the pope…
Who loved you! Cricket,
cricket, cricket
You're a fielder, stopping and catching the ball
But
there's one you need to be to catch a high ball
You tell me… tall!
(Just like peter crouch!)
After a game, I bet you saw Paul Collinwood
Now that's cool! Cricket,
cricket, cricket
Is a classic, old and cool
And if you don't become one…
You'll get chucked into the pool
(To put into scientific terms)
You won't
be cool! Sport
by Spiral Adrenaline
rush
Blood roars
Heart thumps
Mind soars
Eyes dart
Spine
tingles
Thoughts sharpen
Sweat mingles
Breath quickens
Skin
shivers
Throat dries
Body quivers
Shoulders sink
Eyelids drop
Muscles ache
Game stops My
Father Played Rugby by Kathy (aged 12) My
father, way back when,
the dinosaurs ruled the earth,
He played rugby
for Ohio,
He tells me it really hurt.
The helmets had no cage,
Just
a simple little bar,
The uniforms weren't padded,
Their legs and arms
were exposed.
He tells these gruesome stories to me,
about young boys
who were paralysed
from playing rugby.
And I find it truly amazing
that he still has all his teeth! What
a year 2002 by Michael Wigmore (aged 11) The
Queen's Jubilee and the World Cup, too.
They flew to Japan to seal their fate
Now no more Argies for Beckham to hate.
A foul on Owen gave us the chance
we needed
Beckham stepped up and with his left foot succeeded
Through
to the next round the Danes were our foe,
After that match only 3 more to
go.
The final whistle blew - 3-0 to us
for everyone else it was home on
the bus!
The critics complained that Sven was a Swede
but he's given this
country just what we need.
To lift the cup high is every man's dream
for
Beckham and Co will be in that team. Multiple
Sports by Charles Roberts (aged 11) In
baseball
you use a very small ball.
Game of cricket
you try to hit
the wicket. When
you're running
you have to be cunning
To try to win the race
and get
first place. Glenis
is a menace
when she plays Tennis.
She uses a racket
and really tries
to whack it. In
football
it really doesn't matter if you're tall or small
because all
you need to do
is kick a ball. When
you score in rugby
All they say is 'HUG ME'
Which really bugs me! Here
are the best of the Football (or Soccer if you're American) poems The
World Cup by Lauren Mote (aged 10) Twinkle,
twinkle little star,
Help us win near and far,
In Japan and in Korea,
We will win the World Cup here! There
Are So Many Sports by Samantha and Tamara
(aged 12) Like
tackle, footy, soccer and lots, lots more
I played tackle and after I felt
so, so sore
out of all the sports soccer is my favourite
In soccer I saved
a goal.
Do
You Feel It by
Brodie Byrne (aged 12) Do
you feel it when your team scores?
The crowd goes wild
It sounds like
thunder GO
BRAZIL!!!!!!!! by Nicole Braganza Roberto
breaches the Chinese wall
Shoots the goal and bares his all
Ronaldo shoots,
real power-play
Another goal...It's Brazil's day
Ronaldinho takes the
free-kick
Gets the ball in, smooth and slick GOAL
Rivaldo...way to go!
Brazil smashed China 4-0
Go! Brazil... our all time
hero
Brazil kicked their butts... 4-0 World
Cup Haiku by Thomas Richards (aged 4)? Beckham
scored a goal
When he scored he went berserk
Beckham saved the day. Argentina
lost.
Argentina were gutted,
Didn't believe it. Argentina
nil
England one - super scored goal.
Well, what can we say? We
scored, we won, GOAL!
England play Nigeria.
We'd better beat them. England
won the cup.
Beckham won it for England.
That's why he's captain.
Back to the top!
The
Creepy Crawly Challenge
Oooer! This challenge was for poems about bugs, beetles, flies, wasps... all things
creepy crawly. All those nasty, horrid, wriggly creatures that hide in your shoes
and crawl across your ceiling. And we had some really gruesome entries. We also
asked for poems about tiny beautiful creatures such as butterflies and
moths. Below are the best entries. Our favourite and this challenge award went
to Kathy.
I
Hate Spiders by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) Oooh
I hate spiders! They have so many eyes!
Oh c'mon, they're
not that terrible!
And those creepy long thin legs is something I really
despise!
My uncle has a pet tarantula!
And
the bug ones are really gross!
I get to feed it sometimes!
And when I see them I scream and honk like a goose!
I
think they're noble and wise!
Oooh I hate spiders! So awful! Especially
the ones that have hair!
Kathy, there's one on your
shoulder!
AHHHH! WHERE? WHERE??? Cockroaches
by Sarah-Lynn Robinson (aged 10) They
give you quite a scare,
If you wake up,
And find them crawling in your
hair.
They sneak around at night,
After you've gone to bed.
You get
out the cockroach poison,
But still they're not all dead!
Be careful where
you step,
'Cause it's not nice to feel,
The cockroach go crunch,
Underneath
your heel.
There's guts on your feet,
And now on your seat!
As you
sit down.
You just don't feel safe,
And you'll never be,
With cockroaches
running free! The
Bug by Trevor Zuerlein (aged 10) I
was there when it came.
It was Huge, hairy, and very slimy.
It crawled
up my sleeve and drooled on my arm.
At first I wondered, What is on me?
Then I looked at my arm and said, "AHHHHH!!!!"
Then the bug flew,
off my arm
and landed right on the ground and I stepped on it.
I look
at my shoe after I killed it
MY SHOE WAS SLIMY! Butterfly
by Spiral Flitting
through summer
Iridescent wings flutter
Brushing softly against gentle
breeze
Kissing flowers delicately
Singing silent song of beauty Bugs,
Bugs, Everywhere! by Trevor Zuerlein (aged
10) Bugs
on the tree
Bugs in my room
Bugs on hard concrete Ground
Where are
all these bugs coming from?
They love the tree, they are on umm......
CABOOM! Eww...I stepped on one.
Oh, on the ground.
I go downstairs to
find a hole in the Wall!!!
They are coming from there!!!!
Bugs, Bugs,
Everywhere! I
Salute Thee Cockroach by Nicole Anne Braganza Cockroaches,
Cockroaches
Are tough and full of might!
An army full of cockroaches
Invade the kitchen in the night
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
They march about
the ground
And crawl out from just anywhere
That food is to be found
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
Beware, they will attack!
So get your finest
footwear
And get all set to whack
Cockroaches, Cockroaches
In spite
of all regrets
I salute thee cockroaches
"They make the finest pets!"
(*wink) The
Creatures Dance by Gina Bowen (aged 12) The
spiders spin their dance partners
Out on the grassy floor,
And the excited
worms and crickets
All sing and squirm for more. The
butterfly sings her happy tune
And the ants join right in,
As the dragonfly
takes his wife
And around in dance they spin. Then
the grubs start laughing
And bringing out the food,
And all round the
room
There is a chance of attitude. Now
you have seen people,
Dear reader, who fight over food,
But when insects
and other creatures do...
Well, it is quite crude. The
spider got tripped by the naughty ant
And the worms were not fast enough,
The crickets hopped right over them
And the grubs had it the least to say,
quite rough. The
butterfly was trampled
Right in mid-flight,
And the dragonflies got the
food
And ran off for the night. Maybe
you say this is a strange tale
But it is not a lead,
The creatures dance
each night, my friend
They always some to feed!
Back to the top!
LOST
and FOUND
This challenge was to write a poem about something
you have lost. I asked you to begin the poem by telling us what had gone missing.
Then to tell us where you had looked and finally where you eventually found it.
We had
lots of entries. Our favourites are below. We gave two very special BEST LOST
AND FOUND POEMS OF THE YEAR awards - one to Nicole and the other to Tom Crouch.
We would have sent them the special certificates but unfortunately we lost them.
Where
Were U? by Nicole Anne Braganza
Where have U been?
I've been looking for U
I looked everywhere
Didn't know what to do
I looked in the backyard
I looked in your room
Just where U were hiding
I couldn't assume
And just when I wanted
To throw a big fit
I found U after T
In the alphabet!
I Lost My Voice by
Tom Crouch (aged 8)
I lost my voice
I think Man
U scored
and my voice ran away
by me scaring it!
I looked on the
pitch
and under my seat.
There it is.
What a relief!
It's on
the pitch asking for autographs.
I'd better go and fetch it!
Glasses
by Gayatri C
Oh no, I
just lost my glasses!
I need them really badly.
I tried to find them
in the bathroom
I looked hard in the kitchen
I searched in my desk
I looked under my bed
I searched in my entire house
I told everyone to
look for them
Suddenly everyone started to laugh
When I asked why, they
looked down
When I did too, I saw my glasses.
They were right on my
head.
Maybe I should've looked in the mirror.
I've
Lost My Mouth by Kathy (aged 12)
It seems as though I lost my mouth,
I know that must sound odd
One day I woke up
and it was no where to be seen,
I'm serious! I'm no
fraud!
The place where it once was
is just a blank space of skin,
I wonder if I'm being punished
for some kind of terrible sin.
I didn't
know what to do,
I really didn't have a clue!
So I went to show my family,
thinking they'd be scared and full of shock
But they all agreed, quite happily,
that I'm nicer when I can't talk!
I Lost
My Book by Courtney Carlson (aged 9)
I lost my book,
And I didn't know where to look;
I thought
I put it on the bed,
So I stopped to scratch my head,
Then I looked
on the floor,
And there it was by the door!
I
Lost My Homework by Rachel
I am sorry Mr. J
I seem to have lost my homework today
Yes, I know it's
been due for a week
Yes, I understand but you see...
No, my doggy didn't
eat it
No, I didn't tear and rip it
No, I didn't leave it in my pocket
No, I swear I didn't drop it
Now will you listen to me?
Okay then
here it goes...
I lost it.
Tell
Us a Story A
narrative poem is a poem that tells a story. It can be an exciting
action adventure story, a story set in space or a thrilling tale of pirates and
their daring deeds. Or
it can be a story about school, about you or your friends or your teachers. It
can be made up or it might be based on a true story. But be careful!
If it's based on real events be sure to change everyone's names!
A
story poem can be any length. You can write it in rhyme - but it doesn't
have to rhyme. It does have to have a good rhythm, though. And you
do have to tell a good story. The
Tortoise's Tale by Molly
Finnigan (aged 10)
From the fable the tortoise and the
hare Standing
at the start line,
Whistle blows big squeak,
Cloud of dust arises,
Into air of bleak,
TRUDGE TRUDGE,
BUDGE BUDGE,
Slowly passing a tree,
Oh I'm beating that,
Small helpless dead bee,
Oh at least I'm beating
that,
Long juicy blade of grass,
Oh at least I'm beating that,
Big
oak with towering branches,
Oh at least I'm beating that,
Sleeping hare
behind me,
Oh I'm beating that,
I never thought that I would be,
Well............
The winner!!!
The
Chicken Apocalypse by Diego Wright (aged 12) The
chickens are taking over the world
because their minds got twisted and curled.
It all started with a chicken named Chester
and a clumsy exterminator
named Lester.
Lester was dumb enough to bring toxic waste.
Chester dipped
his head in the waste
and his eyes grew to a gluey paste.
Chester's
muscles started to grow and grow,
then he grew a huge Afro!
His hands
turned to some type of claw.
Chester yelled it's the apoca... hold on I'm
eating... apocalypse!!
Then Chester got his friend Peach
to dip her
head in waste then her eyes turned to paste.
This kept repeating until they
had an army
and that small little farmy.
Soon the chickens took over
the world
Tthey were so ugly most humans hurled.
All of the sudden the
aliens came
and shouted BRING ON THE PAIN!!
The war was crucial and
futile.
In the end the humans, aliens and chickens
decided to not fight
but rather fly a kite
and eat smores... together (Hey
Diego, that's weird! - RS) Middle
School Days by Crystal Mendoza (aged 11) I
go on the bus in the morning
And I chat with my friends.
We go through
the freeway
Listening to 92.7.
Then we arrive at the middle school
And I gleam with pride.
I run out of the bus in a flash
My backpack hitting
my back.
My class is all the way at the end of the campus.
And I hurry
Excited to learn a new thing everyday.
The teachers
Are so kind.
They don't treat you as if you were in elementary school
Unless you are really
bad.
They are strict
But they care
You can easily tell.
The principal,
Is great!
I love to see her walk around
Because she
looks so beautiful.
The assistant principal walks around
With sunglasses
on
Like a soldier.
The bell rings
And I get up to go to my next
class
Sometimes in non-enthusiasm.
I see kids running
Yelling to their
friends
"Bye!".
And some people just take it slow
All alone
like me.
I like walking through the halls
Bumping into other kids
And tripping.
The middle school aroma feels so good.
Sometimes,
It feels kind of weird
Like I am in a dream.
Am I really in middle school
now?
Am I really here?
Or is it a dream?
But then I go back to reality.
I really am in middle school
Walking through the halls
Entering my classroom
Getting tons of homework.
Nothing like elementary school
Unless your middle
school
Was a boot camp.
The toughness of middle school
Makes me smile.
I really am there.
I'm not in a dream.
I'm in reality.
I always
look around my classroom.
I see a red-haired girl with blue eyes and freckles
Who is really nice.
A boy with sandy hair
Who draws really well.
A
girl with lots of pimples
Who is really shy.
I like to look around
For some reason.
Don't worry,
I do pay attention to the teacher!
Then
school ends
And the killing mob of kids
Push; shove to enter the bus.
Some kids have to wait
For the next bus.
Some bus drivers are nice and
cool,
Others are strict
And have a you-better-not-mess-with-me attitude.
There is one bus driver especially cool named Ron.
He is cool,
He
laughs
And kids around with us,
But he's also strict.
He will do anything
for us to listen to him
And take him seriously.
But he's still cool,
No matter what.
The middle school days
Are filled with cramming
Running
And yelling.
I like it
Because it feels so good
To be
in middle school.
To roam the halls
To get my text books
To go on
the bus.
My middle school days
Are filled with fun
And laughs.
I love it! The
Day Mom Cut My Brother's Hair by Gareth Dwyer (aged 10)
One day Mom decided to cut my brother's hair
Because it was so long
he looked just like a bear
She cut his fringe he still looked alright
She cut over his ears she got a fright
She tried to neaten it up he began
to wriggle
Everybody else began to giggle
They all started to guffaw
My brother ran out of the door
Then he looked so funny
We thought
we'd sell him for some money
The next day we went to Cape Town
With
my brother looking like a clown
Granny gave mom a hard time
Then l made
up this rhyme
That is the story of my brother's hair
I made up this
rhyme he doesn't care
(It's mom that does)
The
Hobbit's Journey by Nicole Simpson and Bryian
Meenehan A
hobbit one day was sitting on his porch
His name was Bilbo Baggins
When
Gandalf came the wise and grey
To forever change that fateful day. Before
he knew
He was whisked away
By thirteen dwarves
On their hard shipped
way. Through
forests and dungeons
They made their path
To seek their gold
In the
mountain's heart. Through
goblins' halls
And on eagle wings
Past Gollum's claws
He found his
ring. He
saved the dwarves
From certain doom
From spider's jaws
In Mirkwood's
gloom. The
barrel rider
Took his chance
When powerful cider
Made the guards'
heads dance. In
Esgaroth
They dressed their wounds
Then made their way
To the mountain
of doom. Down
he went
When he found the pass
That led to the hoard
Where he would
fulfil his task. He
found the bald patch
On the dragons left breast
And to "Bard the
Great"
He left the rest. In
the coming of battle
He rose to his height
And gave up the Arkenstone
To end a plight. Now
here comes Dain
A leader of dwarves
To aid Thorn's reign
In the mountain's
halls So
here Bilbo waits
In the middle of the war
To decide his fate
Forever
more. Dragon
Child by Jean Huang Long
ago, and far away
In the fading light of day,
When silver-lined clouds
glowed fiery red
As the sun so quietly fled.
Across the acres a warring
cry
Sounded the land and ripped the sky.
Something was soaring like a
breeze.
Past the meadows and through the trees.
Something green with flapping
wings,
Such sheer and gossamer little things.
"It's a dragon!"
the people gasped.
And on its back, a spindly lass!
As an infant she was
left alone.
In the forest with no home.
She didn't cry nor despairingly
howl.
But instead curiously paw and crawl.
She had been abandoned by a
crystal spring,
Full of magic and anything green.
Unicorns banded to drink
its waters.
Serenaded by lovely nymph daughters.
All kinds of life joined
by the pool.
Amazed that human parents could be so cruel.
But then a PLOP!
could be heard
In fell a creature quite absurd.
Iridescent body, and a
spiked back,
It, too, parents lacked.
This creature desperately had tried
to fly.
To keep up with its siblings in the sky.
But this dragon was so
very young.
And unfortunately did everything wrong.
Alas, this creature,
with nowhere to go,
Soon lived by the spring and went with the flow.
The
dragon was raised with the human child
By the magic animals and ones from
the wild.
The years fluttered by and the two grew strong
By most important,
their friendship bond.
They patrolled the skies always together.
As earth
guardians, in all moods of weather.
The dragon was worshipped by all below,
If the girl ever had a name, we would never know.
But to all creatures in
the wild,
She was known -
as the dragon child.
Rendezvous with Mr Fly by Nicole Anne Braganza I'll
tell you a little story,
It happened not long ago
A tiny little insect
Came and squat upon my toe
And naturally, in return
I took to great
offence
For this creature chose, to impose
Without the slightest sense
That he, before a dame like me
Was really nothing at all
Just a little
speck or less
He was so very small
I tried to smack the little wretch
That called itself a "fly"
The little insect pleaded "lady"
I don't want to die
I thought then, why kill him when
He's a creature
of the earth
Though he was blest, I must confess
Of flies there is no
dearth
And promptly so, he teased my toe
And tickled it so well
That
in a fit, the fly I hit
And hoped he's go to hell
Yet now, it plays my
conscience
That I did a mortal sin
To kill a pesky creature
Just
a humble little thing!
For all those flies, we kill each day
We must make
a confession
But WHY despite the threats they face
Flies NEVER learn a
lesson!!
Knight's Honour by Suchaita Tenneti
Long, long ago in the depths of a wood,
There dwelled a valiant knight,
who was kind and good.
With hair of auburn and a heart of gold;
With armour
of silver, whose tale is yet to be told;
To serve the peasants was his
sacred duty - he did believe.
And the help he provided to the poor peasants
cannot be conceived.
He presented them with jewels and riches, with money
and wealth,
With diamonds and riches, with peace and good health.
"He's an angel in disguise," the peasants would say.
"He gives
us a reason to be alive everyday."
But the king's men looked upon the
knight with anger and distrust.
"We must do something," they would
say. "To rid him of all this fuss."
And so the king was told
about the knight's good deeds.
At first, he did not care and did not pay heed.
"But he's looting the public treasury," the king's men said.
"We
must capture him now-alive or dead!"
The king was forced to listen
to his men.
"For if I don't they shall go against me - what shall I do
then?"
The knight was brought before the king
Who was absolutely
speechless and couldn't say a thing. "Sir
Scott, I am compelled to dismiss you from my court,"
The said sadly said.
"It breaks my heart to present you with this note."
"And it
hurts me even more to say
That you shall be put to death this very day."
"I would rather die fighting", the valiant knight did say.
"It is a knight's honour-it is my way."
The knight's wish was granted
and the king's men prepared for battle,
A battle in which soldiers were mercilessly
slain like cattle.
A 1000 soldiers against one brave knight
What
a disgraceful event! What an unfair fight!
The peasants of the wood watched
anxiously
as the hurtle of swords echoed in the air,
They did not dare
to move, but simply stared.
The knight fought bravely until his very
last breath
Until his anguish was silenced by death.
Mournful cries and
wails echoed through the forest that night
And they did not subside with the
daylight.
The knight was buried in the heart of the wood
Where he
did dwell - he who was kind and good.
"But he still lives," the
peasants say.
"For he is immortalized and roams the woods to this very
day." Back
to top Nonsense
poems use fantasies, make up their own language and often their own worlds. They
may contradict themselves - One fine day in the middle of the night. Sometimes
they don't make any sense at all. My favourite nonsense poem (which does make
a kind of sense but uses lots of made up words) is Jabberwocky by Lewis
Carroll This
challenge was to write a nonsense poem. Any style. Rhyming or non rhyming. It
had to make sense but also make no sense at all.
AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! I'm
going crazy. The entries to this competition were TOTALLY NONSENSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Not only that but my spellchecker started complaingingnbble. Challenge winbriddles
were Shannan Jay for the shortest nonsense, Kathy Brandt for writing so many nonsense
poems that her dictionary must ache and Cassidy
Kruger for her epic poem My sigimflabic. To everyone else - well boggledib! The
Squirdle by Shannan Jay (aged 8) I
thought I saw a squerdle I think I thunk I saw
I think I thunk I thought
I saw a squrdle by my door.
Wrotong On Cudi by Lauren Stephens (aged 11)
O em wrotong thos puim on cudi.
Why?
Biceasi O fiil loki ot.
Of yua cen't andirstend ot thin thet's jast tuagh.
He he! (How
to translate: A = E, E = I, I = O, O = U, U = A)
Gibby Gabby Abby by
Kathy (aged 12) Abby
is a gibby gabby,
She snorks and quackes and tises!
She cusses, curses,
snarlaks, and hisses!
She'll get her mooldry goopdy revenge!
nobby woes
crash to her toes
frapper and pray to heaven.
She'll smack you into the
next o'llarily
Cause Abby is a gibby gabby Spwing
by Samantha Sampson
Won windy day in spring
Tha birds nar singing
dan tha flowers nar
rowing
tha cats nar barking
dan tha dogs nar cherping,
Til is na
butifull spwing day! Spring
by Tiffany Burke Spring
comes in April
but really not till May.
I really don't like it
but
it happens anyway.
There is always mud
but never any sun I
really
never gain any
liking to this springy
sring day.
My
computter compooted on my compactor
by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) My
computter compooted on my compactor
it pooted and putted and poofed like rever
before!
The scancy screen disazzasled and ferried out of sight!
It groany
and moany and snoany all ferrerged all night!
with a crashy taky tark it boomed
and blowed up in the dark!
lit up the deady sky and firelights zoomed yelie
high!
I shriekky nonny non no!
but soodly I saw it go
the rest of
the telly story is easily told...
my faskly computter explode!
Koncents by Fiona Buckey & Lauren Gray (aged 12) My
tiny witle tac
Wikes to cit on da lat
Ge gamped det upded cauge ge loo
tat
My sigimflabic by Cassidy Kruger (aged 12) Inity
richity gibbidy flob
My thinga ma watsa is ligama bobbed
The licha da
gribby did go ahoot
And my stincamiflibdot went arooty ma toot I
sent the watcha gooby
To flig dos ma hoosy
And sigamatuna
He did He
flanged my watsa
And popped my tootsasa
And lifted up my
dingy ma
loo The
poppa ma lina
Did go bans banina
And shoobigabako
It went But
silka ma notchy
Did rock with stan dotchy
That sigimaflabic did
Scoota my hoota
Did notch tickle ma loota
And skibby ma flibit did cough This
rocka ma nitty
Went stitch don san kitty
And scolmahusa
It begun While
litchmonflangninna
Had banged up son banilla
And scooby da hooby had flageded But
my sinbonrichnitya
Did pop scill lak don la la
Scoo doopy da poopy
Slong popped me jig So
mucha me lootsa
Did go bang ba nootsa
And slingy my jiggy ma tory While
the end is ma doodoo
And ling flung my hoo hoo
So stimp dap
Sola
ma fornacha With
ling mon san bithonmuth
And slowly did skin bong ran nitchamahusadiggy
So my ligamahusas
Did pop on racadudas
And fling flang flong my flip But
richa ma gibby went oot ma ma tiddy
And scoop dop monkiuma yes yes
And
lichimagibbi had ended ron flibby
And that's all just nonsense Springaling
by Brittany Garrett (aged 12)
F -fluttering with the win
L -lulaby with the twees
O -ow, ow with
the lwo
W -wetery with the rain
E -eer, eer with the silly life
R
-ruf, rufiling with the running dogs
I -insects more stinging than ever
E -elephants you'll find at the poo in the summer
S -sunny,sunny days will
always slippy away. :)Yesterday:)
by Jesse MacInnis (aged 12)
Yesterday was a wobunderful wing way
The clubouds were bluback
The
Trubees were dubead
The grubound was cubovered in dubirt
The bubirds were
awabay
It wabas a wubunderful wing way Schubool
was ubonger
We uhad tuboo muchub hubomework
We had bubostle Sprubouts
for dubinner
I wobbed my toe
I huburt my buback
We gubot a vubisit
frubom aunt vay
It was a wubunderful wing way.
Mixer Class by Kathy Brandt (aged 12) welcome
goodbye,
live or die
fine food or trash
this is the mixer-upper class!
Sit down, stand up
glurple your toes
snipple your nose
bite you teacher,
tell a swapping lie to a preacher
or just quartzishly waltz away. gnirpS
by Kristen Mac Kinnon llits
gnidnats
nwod gnignirps srewolf
sdrib gnisahc smrow
roloc gninrut
sevael
retniW
Nonsense by Fiona Buckley and Monika Turgeon (aged 12) My
bubhemer likes to homusen all through the day
He loves to habble my little
kitten platle
And my little puppy jadel,I really love bubhemer P.S.Can
you work out what the bubhemer is ? It's
A Load of Nonsense by Nicole Anne Braganza I
lost my head the lettuce said
A bounteous mop of green
And someone even
spilled
An agitated string of beans
Mister Potato lost an eye
Miss
Corn Cob lost a ear
A pink and sentimental onion
Shed a lonesome tear
A mushy heart of artichoke
Welled up with much compassion
A hand of bananas
was chopped off
In such a ruthless fashion
No rib of celery was spared
No neck of squash let free
Their lives disintegrated
IN YOUR INTESTINE,
you see! Perfect
Spring Day by Kate MacKinnon Today
si a perfect spring day.
I'm TON going sideout, ON way.
EM? SIDEOUT? Ni
THIS weather?
Think niaga.
Kool sideout ta this dab dab night!
I'm
TON going ot ekat a chance ta ti!
Just ekat a glance ta ti!
I wish the
weather wasn't os teathering, taring, OS daring today.
Listen ot what I say!
Don't you risk ti sideout,
No this perfect spring day. spring,
i think by Penny Lewis (aged 12) When
winter blows spring pops up from the ground
And all its wonders soar for the
new
Like daisies slowly growing upside down
Then from white , now sparkling
blue Spring
by coady savoie There
was purple leafs growing
Green flowers were blooming
Yellow trees were
growing
Blue bees were buzzing
Black grass was grown
And the pink
sun was shinning. I'm
At School
by
Paul Barber, Nathaniel Blatch and Jack Foulge (aged 6 - 7)
Class
dismissed
Now come back in
Do your homework
Because you forgot to
do it
Oh yeah. After
your diner go to school
Do your toast work.
Oh yeah. We
love school
we love school
we love pools
we love pools
We think
pools are COOL! Back to the top!
Winter
Warmers Poems
to cheer us up How
Odd by Rebekah (aged 11) I
owe you money
I owe you care
but it doesn't really matter
because
you're only a pear!
Nursey Rhyme by Leah and Giorgia (age 8) Mary,
Mary quite contrary
Pull your socks up your legs are hairy. Disco
Fever by Alexa Payne (aged 13)
Move your feet
Start dancing to the beat
See what you can do with
just music and a little space
It's your place now
You own it with your
moves
Come on, you can't lose
Show these fools your rules
The cool
look on your face
Your body that's moving all over the place
If this is
wrong, I don't want to be right
The light is on you
What will you do?
Twist and hit it all night long
Just boogie on There's
Always Something by Tyler Jones
When I'm bored
I go to my games room
There's always something
to brighten my day
Whether it's play mini basketball
or play
air hockey
There's always something
to lift my spirit
I can
play games
or shoot pool
There's always something
to lighten my
load
But at the end of the day
when my load is light
There's
always somewhere
to rest my head I
Wish... by Lauren Brimson
I wish i was a glow-worm
A glow-worm's never glum
'Cause
how can you be grumpy
When the sun shines out your bum! Winter
Warmth by Alysha Bhatti (aged 9)
The sky is dull and grey
It's too chilly to play
The birdies
are at rest
Cozy in their nest
The rabbits are asleep
In their burrows
deep
The air has gone colder
Woolies up to the shoulder
Warm socks
for my toes
And tissues for my nose
Mummy and me
Sip cocoa and tea
Teddy and I huddle,
Read a story and cuddle. Take
You Away by Alexa Payne Fly
away into the sky
Where no one can reach you
Because you're so high
Sleep on the beach where seagulls squeak
Where no one can bother you
Because
you're so far away
Take a day to walk up the mountain and find the mysterious
fountain
Where no one can complain to you
Because they can't find you
It's easy to go wherever you want
Just close your eyes and think of the spot
You can come and go whenever you please
So seize your imagination wherever
you want to go
It's a great sensation, trust me I know Inside
by Eleanor Reader (aged 11) It
may be snowing out there
But inside is a different tale
We are all laughing
Watching our dog
Chasing his caramel tail
The fire is crackling so
gleefully
Watching everyone with delight
In his warmth and comfort
Light and heat,
Far into the night Back to the top!
The
Best Weather Poems Wind
by Cameron Konca (aged 9) The
wind blows things from miles around,
Through the city and through the town
It blows leaves off the trees and the trees to the seas
It even blows pepper
that makes me sneeze Thunder
Cloud on Valentine's Day by Jess
Two thunder clouds
Bump into each other
Pardon me, said one
No
problem, said the other
Blushing a darker shade of grey
How about we
go for a cup of coffee?
Make it rain and you've got yourself a date
Okay!
This feeling was electric
Each thought
That first time
They
bumped
Into each other
Blushing a darker shade of grey
A bolt of
this feeling
Jumped to earth
Like electricity... The
Weatherman by Violet Macdonald (aged 13) I've
come to hate the Weatherman,
His gleaming clothes and smile,
Who, when
asked, "Sun or clouds today?"
Says, "Let it rain awhile." Seasons
by Chloe (aged 10) Winter
is blue, all icy and cold
And the huge yellow sunshine
Hangs bright and
bold
Snow glistens on the floor
While children play and have fun. Spring
is warm, all happy with cheer
Where flowers grow and the
Sky is clear
Clouds all fade
And green grass is laid in the bright sun. Summer
is hot and ever so bright
Sun burns in the sky
In the evening near the
night
There is a glow of warm light In
the autumn, all soggy and brown
Leaves lay on the ground
With the trees
bare
The rain falls to the ground.
Then back to last winter's cold
One year had passed and my poem is told. Cold
by Nicola
My toes have
turned into icicles
My mouth has turned into frost
My body is shaking
like a leaf
Please can someone turn up the heat? If
I Were A Snowflake by Tyler Grigg (aged 9) If
I were a snowflake I would fall from the sky
I wonder what's down there I'm
so high?
I see people they can walk, but I can fly
I can see everything
up here
I never want to go down there I would get stepped on and I don't like
that
I'm almost to the ground
I'm on the ground now
I wonder why all
these snowflakes are stuck to me
and why do people call me snow? The
Weather by Rosie Ingham (aged 9) Today
it was hot
So I put on my scarf
But then I felt cold
So I should
go inside
So I went outside
And it was warm! My
Favorite Winter by Saamyah Rehman (aged 9)
Snowflakes are white stars
falling from the sky
When I look at them so high
The snow is as white
as the moon
I would scoop it up and eat it with a spoon
The ice is as
slippery as soap
And if I slip, I will keep my hope
Winter is the best
That many guests came to rest Something
Wrong with the Weather
by Orit Addous
(aged 12)
There's something wrong with the weather,
No-one
really knows.
One day it's sunny,
The next day it snows. Maybe
there's a monster,
Controlling the sun and rain.
Maybe it's the Ice Queen
Battling the sun in vain. What's
wrong with the weather?
I don't quite know.
So in the meantime
I'm
playing in the snow. Summer
by Brigid (aged
9) It's
funniest when it's sunniest
Therefore it's funner when it's summer You
feel the breeze go through your hair
to believe it you have to be there And
the aroma of flowers so sweet
wonderful smelling compared to your feet Plus
school is always out
it's so great it makes you shout And
last going down to the pond
of which I am very fond.
On
Bright Mornings by Beth Richardson (aged 9) On
bright mornings the clouds are wearing white dresses like a sheet of paper,
On gloomy mornings the clouds wear gray and black pinafores
On bright
mornings the sun wears a yellow dazzling cloak,
On gloomy mornings the sun
hides behind a cloud
On bright mornings the wind hides in a bottle which
lets out little breaths of air,
On gloomy mornings the wind smashes the bottle
and flies free
On bright mornings snow falls gently to the ground,
On gloomy mornings snow rushes down like it's running from the jaws of a lion,
On bright mornings rain comes pattering calmly and slowly on the windows,
On gloomy mornings rain shatters down like arrows falling sharply from the sky Clouds
by Elliot Riley (aged 9)
Clouds are the highlight of the day,
First they hover then drift away
.
Their patterned bodies cover the sky,
There could be nothing that is
as high !
Sometimes when they're feeling sad ,
They dress in a dull iron
clad.
When they feel even worse,
They let down water like a terrible curse.
And then again when it's sunny and hot ,
The clouds are white like milk in
a pot.
Although I must warn the person who reads
this poem about clouds,
there is caution he needs!
For clouds are not solid , so if you stand on them
at all,
remain there you will not but face a great fall!
The
Horrible Hurricane by Hannah Wilkinson (aged 11)
CRASH!! The wind blew
Trees fell down
It was a Hurricane
Lightning
struck like whips
Roofs came off houses
Thud came the King of Thunder
The houses tumbled down
Children screaming
Babies crying
Adults climbing
to safety
It was like the sky came crashing down on me
Although I thought
a tidal wave
A tidal wave of thoughts I fear
I look outside and peer
The ripping of the lightning
I thought it was my imagination
But obviously
it wasn't
This isn't were my journey ends
Because death is a big, big,
big adventure Snowflake
by Ritisha Gupta (aged 11) Winter
is here and so am I,
Falling down from the sky.
I lay on the ground quiet
and still,
Thinking if I could ever fly.
As I lay in the cold dark
night,
Waiting for the morning light,
I close my eyes and go to sleep,
When I'm awakened
by someone holding me tight.
When the morning
sun shines,
I sparkle with joy,
To see the happy faces
Of young girls
and boys.
I like to be hugged,
I like to be touched,
I don't
want to melt,
Before I've been loved. The
Mountain by Laura Boyle (aged 9)
Right now in Australia
A challenge lies ahead
A drought
Like
the tallest mountains
The government put out ads and signs
They say,
"Let's watch every drop!"
Water restrictions, tanks
That is
all they can do
Without the help and cooperation
of Australians all around
The politicians can only do so much
to try and stop this terror
Residents
need to try and help out too
If they don't stop and join the fight,
then
how will Australia overcome this mountain?
This mountain
of drought
Summer Holidays by
Suvansh Raj Nirula (aged 10) The
feel of warmth in the air
The sight of mornings so clear
The removal of
warm, heavy clothes
Birds chirping and coming out of their homes
Finished
are the tiresome exam days
It's the time of summer holidays No
more books, no more scolding of mom
No more getting up on Monday mornings
with a frown
Its time to play, Its time to enjoy
Go for a swim followed
by French fries
To beat the heat we head for the hills
Eat junk food,
coke and ice creams to our hearts fill In
this fun we hear the monsoon clouds thunder
The beginning of the end of holidays,
we start to wonder
Back to the table filled with books
Brings the frown
back in our looks
Today in school on a horrible Monday
But don't worry
friends, just 300 days for our next HOLIDAYS Wave
of Destruction by Suvansh Raj Nirula (aged
10) It
was 26th December,
a day I will always remember.
It was a bright sunny
afternoon
and I was watching TV in my room
The sight of people crying
caught me
and I heard the word TSUNAMI I
asked my family what was the matter
and they said it was an earthquake in
water
India, Sri Lanka, Indonesia and Thailand,
there was destruction
all over the land.
Men, women and children, all were crying;
For the
survivors all were trying The
giant wave in the sea,
all this was getting difficult for my eyes to see
The world was watching,
Number of dead kept on increasing
I closed my
eyes and said to God a Prayer,
"Please help them, heal them and wipe
off their tears" Friends
let's all contribute for the victims
Be it food, money, clothes or any other
items
For the victims and the world it's the time of sorrow
So let's contribute
and help them see TOMMOROW Back to the top!
W
I N T E R.. P O E M S Today
Was a Snowy Tale by Sneha Chatterjee A
warm breakfast complete with the charm of my mother's smile,
With the crystals
that gush down from God's paradise,
Never seen anything like that before. I
keep aside my roller skates,
All I want is a pair of snow skates. As
I step outside the shivering four walls,
That separates me from the nippy
wind crooning happy cold rhymes,
I look forward to have a snowy adventure. I
wear a bluish and whitey sweater,
That matches with the fresh new garb of
my three best pals,
The river, the playground and the sky,
As they all
turn azure and pallid. In
great elation I am, after welcoming my long lost ally,
Frosty the Snowman
Who throws way too many snowballs at me!
And talks of his icy escapade all
day. Sun
rays become colder,
But nothing can be compared to
The blissful sanctity
of the mighty sun,
That still remains warm. At
last dusk pulls in,
Crystals continue to glide over the zephyr,
As I sit
on the roof thinking,
That today was such a gleaming snowy-tale! Winter's
End by Sapphire Hughes (aged 11) You
wake up on that day, and the adrenaline runs through your bones
You trudge
through the snow, the wind hissing at you with shrill tones
Snow, it turns
adults into minors, excited and full of fun
But when you're young, I guess
it's as thrilling as a gun
Snowballs are thrown and pictures are taken
Nature is hidden under the icing and birds are awakened
But as winter draws
to an end, the world calms down
Snow turns into ice, and the weather is looked
upon with a frown
You wrap up warm and brave the day, knowing it's going to
be bitter
People gaining weight, no where to go to get fitter
It makes
you sigh, the feeling of being trapped
And when you do escape, the cold hits
you like you're being slapped
You just want the sun to burst out from under
a cloud
You watch the environment mould back to normal and you feel oddly
proud. The
Ice, the Cold, and the Winter by
Kai (aged 12) Winter
is here,
no cheer,
no joy,
no sun,
but rain,
and it's nice,
all the same.
Crisp, cold mornings,
breath in the air,
damp
in your bones,
colds to share.
Ice lining the rooftops,
dark
clouds
hang up above.
In these months,
wear hats and gloves.
The Snow by Mansi
Virmani (aged 8)
Snow, snow so deep and crunchy
as bright
as a star, so very sparkly.
Snow, snow so fluffy and white
all puffed
up together at six inches height.
Snow, snow you travel all over
to the Himalayas and the White Cliffs of Dover.
Snow, snow what fun it
is
when children throw snow balls you hit them with a fizz.
Snow,
snow please don't go
you're meant to be melting really slow. Icicles
by Isabella Cottam (aged 10)
Transparent lions ivory teeth, penetrate icy clusters of bitter sky,
as they hang majestically from slippery, snow blanketed rooftops;
menacingly
glaring at passers by. As
sharp as a million glinting knives, they stand, stiffly alert,
ready to sink
their sleek frozen claws
into anyone who dares to trouble them. Brittle
wisps of wandering wind challenge them to a fight.
Circling them; but are
soon hopelessly defeated
thrown violently onto a bare white ground to die. A
sun soaked sky
breathes unkindly onto the icicles,
mercilessly sending
them plummeting to an icy death. A
Winters Day by Tanvi Virmani (aged 10)
One snowy wintry morning I saw lots of things white,
I didn't know what
it was so it gave me such a fright
I saw a snowman, it had a smart bow,
Then I suddenly realised that the white stuff was snow!
When I went outside
some of the snow was sinking my feet,
Oh my gosh, it was nine inches deep!
I was looking for a treasure and guess what I found,
Some people having
a snowball fight, they made quite a loud sound! Winter
Dreams by Katie (aged 8) Snow
has fallen, snowmen to make again
Winter dreams.
Ice cold fingers wrapped
around a hot mug
Winter dreams.
100 hooves go crashing on to our roof
Winter dreams.
A jolly man looks down at me
Winter dreams.
Beady
eyes stare at me kindly
Winter dreams.
Next morning I am happy
Winter
dreams. The
Snowman by Ellie Godfrey (aged 9) Standing
there in the cold,
he's not scared he's brave and bold.
Looking through
the window with a carrot for his nose,
he can't walk in for he has no toes.
Keeping warm with a scarf and hat,
smiling happily so white and fat.
Then
morning comes and he waits for a child,
to play snowball fights not rough
but mild.
Then he starts to get hot - like soup in a pot.
He melts away
and no-one knows
about the snowman with a carrot for his nose. Winter's
Wonderful by Devon Conrad (age 11)
Winter's wonderful!
Incoming icicles,
Numbing nights,
Totally
tinsel!
Everything's evergreen!
Richly rigid. Winter
Child by Sara Ness
English
class
The snow day rages
Outside grey walls
Soft white flakes
drifting down
The world grows frosting
How I wish I was outside!
Hot cocoa awaits
But the home, so far away
Another world
Then,
the bell
A flood of screams
And the snow is mine. The
Snowman by Ellie Godfrey (age 9) Standing
there in the cold,
he's not scared he's brave and bold.
Looking through
the window with a carrot on his nose,
he can't walk in for he has no toes.
Then it's morning and he waits for a child,
to play snowball fights,
not
rough but mild.
then he starts to get hot,
like soup in a pot,
he
melts away,
and no-one knows,
about the snowman with a carrot on his nose. Pretty
Winter by Ruby (aged 8) icicles
are pretty.
Rudolf's nose is pretty.
stockings are pretty.
snowflakes
are pretty too.
Jack Frost by Lucienne
Peach (age 10)
The other day I had a dream,
I dreamt I
lived in ice-cream,
Or maybe it was snow,
Will it stay or will it go ?
Will it touch me on the nose?
Catch me breath and tickle my toes?
I dreamt Jack Frost was at my window,
He brought his friends and did the limbo,
They danced around the Christmas Tree,
Then found the time to make me freeze,
I then started to talk to jack frost,
He told me his scarf was a loss,
So I gave him my scarf for him to use,
But it ends up it was my friend Hue's,
Jack frost never came back,
But now I think he lost his hat White
Snow Bright Snow by Natalie (aged 8) Softly,
gently, in the secret night
Down from the North came the quiet white.
Drifting, sifting, silent flight,
Softly, gently, in the secret night. White
snow, bright snow, smooth and deep.
Light snow, night snow, quiet as sleep
Down, down, without a sound,
Down, down, to the frozen ground. Covering
woods and hiding fences,
Sifting in cracks and filling trenches.
Millions
of snowflakes, tiny and light,
Softly, gently, in the secret night. Winter
Kenning by Ben Maliphant (aged 10)
Breath-viewer
Money-spender
Movement-paralyzer
Core-colder
Electricity-user
Suspense-maker
Lesson-enlivener
Winter
by Hannah Baukert (aged 11) The
snow falls gently,
blanketing the ground
with it's soft, cool magic
Winter
Jack Frost
paints pictures on my window
swirling flakes of
shimmering ice
each telling a story
Winter
I drink hot cocoa
the
warm chocolate drips down my chin,
as I allow myself to be warmed from the
inside out
mmmmm
whipped cream surrounds my mouth
Winter
I run
into the snow, collapsing brrrrrrrr... cold
the wind blows my breath, swirling
like dark, ominous fog
the world turned blue
Winter
Leafless trees,
linger over the world
the sky blue-gray
clouds swirling like white cream
snowflakes, slowly fluttering from the sky
as I catch them on my tongue
Winter Winter
by
Crystal Mendoza (aged 11)
Cozy
Warm
Hot chocolate
Strong winds
Snow-free
Great reading times
Lightning
Darkness
Wouzers!
Winter is fun! Winter
Means Snow! by Tiffany I
looked out my window
this morning and guess what I saw!
I saw a
big white blanket of snow
All you could see was snow for miles and miles!
The snow was on the houses,
it was everywhere - it was even on my dog
Roxy!
I ran inside to get ready for school
turned on my radio and
what did I hear? School was cancelled!
I think I'll build a snowman
A snow man with a carrot for a nose sticks for arms and berries for eyes and mouth.
Yes, winter is finally here
I can't wait till Christmas - after all,
we get out of school for it! Winter
by Kurt Reuben (aged 9) Snow-Sprinkler
Ice-Sculptor
Night-Shortener
Hazard-Maker
Frost-Sparkler
Night-Painter
River-Freezer Winter
Kenning by Hannah Bennett (aged 10) Puffy
coats
Ebony nights
Hibernating hedgehogs
Frosty leaves
Glistening
lakes
Snowy season Winter
Poem by Charlotte Lacey (aged 10) Winter
whispers as the chilly mornings swoop by
Idle icicles emerge on your
frosty fingers
Nights draw in and the spiders silk glistens on your
lawn
Tiresome leaves lay flat on the frozen floor covered in the snowy
seasons damp
Everyone remembers autumn in their misty memories
Raindrops patter as winter fades. Winter
by Alex Seal (aged 10) Night
nudger
Finger freezer
Degrees dropper
Mist maker
Frost flinger
Heat hater
Snow scatterer
WINTER Winter
Acrostic by Rebecca Woodward (aged 11) Winter
whispers to the autumn - now it's time to go
Immediately icicles start
to appear from the rushing rain
Nasty nights nudge away the day
Transforming every trace of autumn into a frosty winter
Eventually
every tiny trace is covered in white like cold milk
Round the land
the tranquility of the harshness of the winter. Winter
by Matthew Larter (aged 10) snow
spreader
scarf waver
hazard maker
cold crusher
ice drawer
night painter
a night robber Back to the top! | 
