Poetry By Children 





poemskids.html


Rome - Patrick Huston

Winter Days - Chris Paul

Only I - Nivedita Bhattacharjee

Mum's Curtains - Ella Castle

Is This Really Me - Katherine Crean

The Darkened World - Ella Waldman

My Secret Box - Alice Gerwat

Bunty - Patrick Huston

Time - Nicholas Evans

Judgement - Abigail Flynn

My Pair of Socks - Bethany Sims

All Things Nice - Rhia Lyon

Attack of the Animals - Emily Dunford

Ranger - Jack Gaydon

Wolf - Katie Wakelin

The Magnificent Frog - Lauren Hinks

I Wish I Was - William Wilson

Rain Clouds - Tamsin Parker

The Evening Star - Hollie L Wickstein

An Independent Nation - Tyler

Ingredients of School Life - Alexandra Rose Nicholson

Solitude - Hannah Kimble

The Rebellion of Boudicca - Angus Hoy

A Snowman's Wish List - Matilda Benjamin

Deadly School - Amaru Blair

Deep Beneath The Sea Haiku - Nathan Luetchford

What It Is Like To Be A Gerbil - Mairead Murray

The Best Ice Cream I Ever Tasted - Elise Gaignet

Something - Edward Powell

When I Am Old - Zach Rowland

Nice Food Nasty Food - Rosie Barker

The End Of The World - Oli Buckley-Jennings

Australian Haiku - William Wilson

The Dark Figure - Matilda Benjamin

To Catch A Mouse - Elise Gaignet

Letter To The Rain - Oli Buckley-Jennings

The Unknown Land - Connor Jordan

The Storm - Anastasia Perysinakis

Bonkers Time - Maisie Ashford

Letter From My Tabby Cat - Zach Rowland

My Fantastic Crane - Alfred Chambers

Scare Night - Mairead Murray

Car Light - Nathan Luetchford

Friday 11th February 2005 - Stella Murray

I Stood In A Room Full Of Animals - Amaru Blair

If - Vicki-Lee McCann

Animals - Chloe Biddle

A Frog - Tim Herdal

To Catch A Lemur - Emma Yeomans














Rome

Romans walked there then and now,
where she sits on the banks of the Tiber,
eternal city!
My heart will remain there for ever.

Patrick Huston (10)



Return to top




Winter Days

Sharp knives hanging to the roof, like it wouldn't let go,
sheets of silver lay on the road,
ice sliding down a hill, as if it was a racing skier.

White carpet knocking on the doorways rap,tap,tap,
snow blowing through the street like a raging blizzard,
piling on cars like in a wrestling match.

Christmas tree spikes, sharp as knives,
the presents below too good to be true;
decorated snowflakes.

Chris Paul

Return to top




Only I

It is the song in my heart,
that with which I cannot part.
The feeling of life, of being,
understanding nothing, but seeing.
The feeling of being someone
in this wide world, of no one,
to be, to live, to carry on,
draw my life's sketch with a crayon
in the colour of the sky -
it is nothing but a feeling,
nothing but only I.

Nivedita Bhattacharjee (15)

Return to top




Mum's Curtains

My mum's putting up curtains
Mum I’m bored
My mum's putting up curtains
Mum I’m…
Make me a cup of tea then
So I do

My mum’s messing up curtains
Mum I’m bored
My mum’s messing up curtains
Mum I’m…
Read a book then
So I do

My mum's looking at curtains
Mum I’m bored
My mum's looking at curtains
Mum I’m…
Play with your brother then
So I do

My mum's taking down curtains
Mum I’m bored
My mum's taking down curtains
Mum I’m…
Write a poem then
So I have

Ella Castle (12)

Return to top




Is This Really Me?

Is this really me?
My eyes pricked up like a cat getting ready to pounce on its prey,
my nose stretched out like a piece of playdoh,
are my arms really stuck in this position,

is this really me?
My chin fat and chubby,
is my hair really rounded at the bottom like the tip of my finger?
If there is one thing I must ask you,
it must be

IS THIS REALLY ME?

Katherine Crean (8)

Return to top





The Darkened World

A monster streaks across my sky,
it burns my throat and tears my eyes,
the golden light of day has gone,
a cloud has moved to block my sun,
though they said times will be good,
only proof will change my mood,
for I have seen the heart, the gun,
and the skulking shadows behind the sun.

By Ella Waldman (13)

Return to top




My Secret Box

I will put into my box:
a shamrock with too much luck ,
the bracelet of a red indian,
the spots of a ladybird,

I will put into my box
a character from a book,
the mascots of World War I,
the keys to the world,

I will put into my box
something you can't see,
the bracelet of my ancestor,
the moon's imagination.

The top of my box is sprinkled
with the glitter of a diamond.
The corners of my box are
locked with sparkly keys,
and behind the corners are secrets.

Alice Gerwat (10)

Return to top




Bunty

Big green eyes staring at me.
Unending fur in one big ball.
No tail at the end of its short body.
This cat is sitting on me as I write.
You never again will see a cat like this.

Patrick Huston (9)

Return to top




Time

Time is like a flowing river
it never stops it just keeps going
time is like a future-telling wizard
you can never tell what's going to happen
time is beautiful, like a humming bird's song
time is wonderful, like a rare red rose
time, time, time
is amazing

Nicholas Evans (10)

Return to top




Judgement

People judge from far and wide,
they judge the people of other sides.
Why do people judge us so?
Do they not see the person below.

To some their judgment is based on looks,
to others it's if you read books.
Maybe it's the way we talk,
or maybe breathe or sing or walk.

Do they do it just for fun,
or do they do it to see us run.
They can do it without hitting,
it's just as painful as the skitting.

Most the time they get a warning,
so then you're dreading the next morning.
You try to avoid them through the day,
but they find you anyway.

They make you wish you'd not been born,
'cause by the end you feel so worn.
You cannot stand the endless fight,
the nightmares wake you in the night.
Just when you think they've gone,
they turn round come back and carry on.
You see no point in standing there,
why do people stand and stare?

Do they find you so amusing,
or will they look and start accusing.
We feel that we will not be heard,
we sit there in the dark and scared.

I am judged upon my looks,
I am judged if I am smart,
I am judged the way I talk,
I am judged the way I walk.
Why will you not let me be?
You cannot judge if you don't know me!

Abigail Flynn (13)

Return to top




My Pair of Socks

My cuddly pair of socks,
that sleep on my pillow at night,
always stay up until morning,
which gives me quite a fright.

My pair of socks are snuggly,
but here's what makes me smile,
my pair of socks are KITTENS,
like those ones on the bathroom tile.

Bethany Sims (10)

Return to top




All Things Nice

Tree tops and lollypops and
sweet chocolate
bars,
Cherry cakes and lemon
cakes all stacked
in neat piles,
fruit swirls and big pearls all
in neat lines as
people cook quickly as their hands move
in time.

Rhia Lyon (11)

Return to top




Attack Of The Animals

Clawed by the Cats,
and harassed by Dogs!
Stared at by Monkeys,
and yelled at by Frogs!

Shoved by the Snakes,
and teased by the Hares!
Pecked by the Penguins,
and squeezed by the Bears!

Bitten by Rabbits,
and screamed at by Chicks!
Scared by the Tigers,
and thumped by the Ducks!

Bullied by Hamsters,
that pinch, prod and poke!
Punched by the Lions,
This is NOT a joke!

Emily Dunford (10)

Return to top




Ranger

Roaming through the fields and forests,
carrying blades of steel and iron,
cutting down thou opressers,
searing, slash, and might untamed.

Riding down the hills en horse,
courageous steeds, bred to run,
run with thou on battle fields,
through to victory, scorn defeat.

Living free, brave to arms,
giving soul to people's shreds,
battle on you mighty ranger,
God bless you on your death bed!

Jack Gaydon (11)

Return to top




Wolf

He growls at the hunter,
he runs from the gun,
he snatches the chicken
and escapes when he's done.

A lean proud king,
a forest lord and race,
a shadow in the night
who never shows his face.

Katie Wakelin (10)

Return to top




The Magnificent Frog

My frog is green like a new bought wellie,
green like a leaf from an old oak tree,
green like a pear.
His gribbit is as quiet as a stroke of wind.
He is as dark as a cupboard
and light as a lighthouse.
His back is as slimy as a snail.
He is cold as ice.
He resembles moss.

I will let him swim in a deep, dark pond,
guarded by weeds.
I will feed him flies from a box.

Lauren Hinks (7)


Return to top




I Wish I Was

I wish I could be an
enormous blue whale,
plunging through the blue, 
amazing creature,
king of the water.
 
 
I wish I could be a
stealthy tiger,
prowling over the plain,
all my thoughts full with
blood and slaughter.
 
 
I wish I could be a
majestic eagle,
scanning a sun dappled canopy.
I spot my prey
and swoop down and down.
 
 
I wish I could be an
inquisitive puppy,
chasing my own tail,
peering round a lamppost
with a curious frown.
   
William Wilson (8)

Top













Rain Clouds


A stormy ball of Anger swirls up ahead,

dribbling, frothing, roaring loudly,

a sword of lightning flashes,

lights up the world,

striking the unaware,

the angry cluster ball moans and groans,

causing destruction,

his bellow is long and loud,

his breath is heavy,

his grey skin is feared,

his hands cannot be seen,

but can be felt,

he brushes across the world,

he is calm again.


Tamsin Parker (11)

Top









The Evening Star

The cool winds of dusk came cooing to me,
which star in your eyes holds the purest beauty?
I recalled all the stars that I had beheld,
at midnight, at dawn, greeting the morn.

I then raised my eyes,
to the emerald-gemmed sky,
and saw a small pearl veiled in white.
Hung in silk gown, with a lacy-edged shawl,
the Evening Star, purest of pure.

Hollie L Wickstein (13)  


Top








An Independent Nation

We were losing the war
until Washington came along,
the soldiers clothes were tore
and soon the Patriots would sing a song.

It was Christmas Day
that they crossed the Delaware
and the British would pay
for they were unaware.

Tyler (11)

Top









Ingredients of School Life

Take any number of them

prick them with a fork to wake them up

then pour into an empty coach until full.

Allow enough time

to get hot and frustrated

and then sprinkle them around the school.

Leave for 20 minutes

then whip them into their seats for

registration.

Grill them with a science test

then leave to cool.

When cool, tip into lunch

and leave them for 1 hour 10 minutes.

Allow them to ooze to the next lesson

and stuff them with information.

Leave for 2 hours

then toss into coaches.

Spread them into their houses

and dress them in pyjamas.

Serve in bed

and allow to rest.


Alexandra Rose Nicholson (11)


Top









Solitude

The sky is grey, the car park's empty,

the shiver down my spine,

the wind's everlasting coldness

blows hard on the ocean's line.

The ice-cream parlour all boarded up,

the freezer turned off again,

the sound of the waves crashing against my ears,
the seagulls sound in pain.

Howling gales, dark green waves,

the whistling of the wind sounds,

the wet sand lying heavily,

the cliffs and rocks out of bounds.

Silent miles of windswpt grasses,

competing against the wind and sea,

no children laughing or digging,

not even a stinging bee.

It's a lonely place to be

at winter time by the sea

but I like the solitude.....


Hannah Kimble (12)

Top









The Rebellion of Boudicca


Oh, unhappy people, tonight shall be our dawn,
as we vanquish the evil that has behold of us.
For us to survive, they supply a morsel of wheat and corn,
and kill off our family if we conduct a fuss.

Oh, unhappy people, we have all lost dearly,
and in our hearts hold a fiery anger.
They take our earnings yearly to yearly,
and create a terrifying trauma.

Angus Hoy (10)  

Top









A Snowman’s Wish List


Let me be deep in snow,

let my carrot nose be the juiciest,

let the sun take pity on me,

let me rest by the safety of the house,

no rocks or stones thrown by small boys.


Don’t let my stick arms be weak,

let my hat be warm, big and snug,

let the snowflakes fall softly,

tickling my smooth white cheek.


Let the new fallen snow settle deeply,

fresh, cool, quickening my icy brain.

Let my melting snow be re-built every day

with loving caring hands,

and please, please,

let the hands be those of a caring child.


Matilda Benjamin (9)

Top









Deadly School


It is the worst school in the world.

It’s on an old graveyard

and starts at six o’clock p.m,

and it hasn’t got a guard.


The head is a bossy ogre with ears

which have big spiky points.

If you are late then you get hanged

and get whipped on your joints.


For lunch you get mice pudding,

if you don’t eat it all

you get forced to do more homework,

and locked against the wall.


Amaru Blair (9)

Top









Deep Beneath The Sea
Haiku


Shark:

Deep beneath the sea

a large shark spots a clownfish

his sharp teeth ready.


Clownfish:
 

Hidden in the reef

needing to escape quickly

the clownfish trembles.


Dolphin:
 

Glances at the shark

warning others with a cry

darting in and out


Seahorse:
 

Quivering with fear

surrounded by other fish

does not move or stir.


Nathan Luetchford (8)


Top









What It Is Like To Be A Gerbil

I have a pair of gerbils,

small little things they are,

cute as can be.

Squeak squeak they go,

asleep like molehills,

soft as a feather,

as well as cuddly too.

Goodnight you two,

see you tomorrow


Mairead Murray (8)


Top









The Best Ice Cream I Ever Tasted

My ice-cream is as tall as Mount Everest
as cold as the Arctic sea.
It tastes of strawberry and banana,
and has kiwis as big as Pluto,
bubble-gum sauce
as sticky as a Venus flytrap,
hundreds and thousands
as big as an alligator,
and a squirt of cream
the size of a cloud.

Elise Gaignet (8)

Top









Something


Far away, where no-one has

seen nor been, there’s something.

The something howls a deadly

poisonous sad cry that infests

your mind forever.


Many people have tried to

see the something,

but were taken by its cry.


The howl turns your life

into a melted one,

your eyes sting and start

to shake.  It dissolves your brain.


Far away, where no-one has

seen nor been, there’s something.


Edward Powell (8)

Top









When I Am Old


When I am old I will

live in a mansion that is blue.


When I am old I will

not look like an old codger.


When I am old I will

dye my hair black.


When I am old I will

make games as my job.


When I am old I will

eat lots of maple syrup. 


Zach Rowland (9)

Top









Nice Food, Nasty Food


Some sheep wool

made out of candy floss,

a swan’s feather

made out of sparkling sherbet,

a snowflake

made out of melted chocolate drops,

a pearl

made out of  curling and swirling ice-cream.

A crunching crisp

made out of skeleton bones,

a biscuit made out

of rotting cat-food.


Rosie Barker (9)

Top









The End Of The World

I asked a little hedgehog

who could not see

a foot in front of his nose,

what colours seem to him when

he is on his night ramblings.


And he said…


The colour turquoise is like stillness

because it is calm and cool,

green is like vegetarianism and ecoism,

black is like the enveloping night sky,

grey is like a swirling tornado,


maroon is velvety like a young kitten’s fur,

deep purple is like vibrant excitement.


The colour orange is like a Monday morning

poking you to get out of bed,

grey–blue is like a lake frosting over.


The colour indigo is like midnight,

tickle-me-pink is like a page–turner

book that you can’t put down.


The colour sapphire is like an

otter’s energetic swim,

moss-green is like an entwining forest,

an explosion of marble colours

is like the end of the world…


Oli Buckley–Jennings (10)
Top






Australian Haiku

Dingo:
On the horizon
a starving dingo appears
scanning the harsh plains

Kangaroo:
A big-footed Roo
spies the dingo standing there
gone as fast as light

Sugar Glider:
Gliding through the air
the dingo it notices
swoops away quickly

Eagle:
Swooping gracefully
the eagle stares at a rat
his sharp eyes staring

Kangaroo:
Pops out of a hole
whiskers twitching in alarm
dives back in the hole

William Wilson (9)

Top






The Dark Figure

The creak of footsteps on the bare floorboards,
the jewellery lay dead in the many glass cases.
The dust filled my lungs and made me splutter.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

I saw the china doll that shouldn't be there.
The eyes were closed with no sign of life.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

All at once I was running home fast,
the doll clutched in my arms.
The power of beauty had taken over my mind.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

I could smell my own fear.
In my haste I gave the doll to the batty neighbour.
The doll was staring, so full of knowledge.
As soon as my eyes left the doll,
a crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

A dark figure appeared in front of me,
demanding the doll. It was the shopkeeper.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

A flame of fire in his eye,
his voice filling the room with a boom.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.

I screamed at Miss Batty to protect the doll,
I couldn't leave her with this disgusting creature.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.
But the china doll did not land with the shopkeeper.
The china doll did land on the bare floorboards.
The china doll had lost power and beauty.
The china doll did not smell of fear.
A crack of lightening, a bolt of thunder.
The dark figure.
A flame of fire.
A scream.
A batty neighbour.
The china doll was dead.

Matilda Benjamin (9)

Top






To Catch A Mouse

Requires a big lump of cheese.
Put the cheese on a skate board.
Attach string to board.
Connect spring to string.
Attach spring to a piano
(take sound out of the piano).
When the mouse gets on the board,
play a tune. This will pull
the mouse to you, but since
the board will go so fast
(the spring of course),
it won’t know that it has moved.
Then with a jar, put over mouse
and slide paper underneath.
(Don’t keep the mouse
in the jar for too long
or it might suffocate).
(Make sure the string is not too long).

Elise Gaignet (8)

Top






Letter To The Rain

You wrap your cloak
of water around everything,
gently swirling it
round and round,
not unlike
the hypnotizing grey
smoke that rises
from a fire in
a forest.

As an owl
swoops out into
the night, hoping
to snatch a meal,
you pour your water
down to the
unsuspecting
inhabitants of
the forest, like
a gnarled tree
losing its leaves,
them spiralling to
the ground.

Why do you do
what you do, rain,
why do you do
what you do?

Oli Buckley-Jennings (10)

Top






The Unknown Land

Clouds swirl around a blue sky,
a glistening lake lay still
on the silent horizon.
Empty boats guide themselves
up misty moats.
Birds make no noise,
they fly low, so low.
A beautiful place,
peaceful, but so lonely.

Connor Jordan (11)

Top






The Storm

When the wind began it...

whistled and waved
whirled and rolled
all night long the wind...

spiralled and rattled
banged and bashed
raged and rumbled.
In the morning it...

swayed and sighed
whispered and settled.

Anastasia Perysinakis (8)

Top






Bonkers Time

Things I have been doing lately:
pretending to be a cheetah,
sucking squishy jelly babies,
growing my house very big,
keeping a tabby cat,
keeping a mouse in a small jar,
keeping the pencil pot going,
picking my hair out carefully,
rolling up a small chair in my book bag,
blowing a Jack Russell out of a small trumpet,
making a posh pumpkin,
holding my heavy chair,
pressing a pig,
being very nearly bonkers,
practising being very mad,
saving a mouse from starving to death.

Masie Ashford (8)

Top






Letter From My Tabby Cat

Dear Zach
I like the way you let me manage
the food when you go out
but you will never know
what I get up to.
I have taken the Sea Cat
to Spain, and am sitting
by a pool on a sun lounger.
I miss my special cat balcony
though I barely catch birds
in the garden.
PS The service is great.
See you soon.
Love from Fluffy.

Zach Rowland (9)

Top






My Fantastic Crane

My crane is as white as a feather,
white as a cloud,
and the snow.

Her voice is like the flutter of a butterfly,
like the ripple of a river,
and the pitter of rain.

She's as light as the brightness of the sun,
bright as the twinkle of a star,
and an angel.

She's as dark as the night,
and a darkened ghost,
and a shaded shadow.

Her eyes are ruby as a crystal,
her wings are as silver as metal,
her beak is as orange as fire.

I shall water her at the lake,
and protect her with my sword,
and feed her sardines.

Alfred Chambers (8)

Top






Scare Night

This is the night when witches gloat,
when murderers kill, and bats bite,
when they do all these ghastly things.

This is the night when you see
red, orange, and yellow,
smell smoke, sweets, and fire.

Children go trick or treating, except me.
This is the night when I make
a pumpkin lantern,
hear roars, boos, and screams. Nice!

Mairead Murray (8)

Top






Car Light

Through the glass window
in the car, I can see
the men coming home
from their drink in the pub.

We stop. A cat walks slowly
across the road, its eyes
glowing in the headlamps.

Through the glass window
in the car, I can hear
the wind rustling in and out
of my open window,
the engine rumbling under my feet.

It's lovely to be in a car at night.

Nathan Luetchford (9)

Top






Friday 11th February 2005

Tyre: busted.
Kwikfit: miles away.
AA: not a member.
The day: rotten.
Dad's hands: filthy.
Me: worried sick.
Marina: annoying.
Caitlin: staying over.
The car: getting fixed.
Us: going to Sainsbury's.
Marina: annoying.

Stella Murray (9)

Top






I Stood In A Room Full Of Animals

I stood in a room full of monkeys
and slipped on an old banana skin.

I stood in a room full of dragons
and grey smoke came out of my mouth.

I stood in a room full of snakes
and grew a forked tongue.

I stood in a room full of cheetahs
and won the school sprinting race.

I stood in a room full of whales
and water came out of my head.

I stood in a room full of woodpeckers
and pecked my nose on a hollow tree.

Amaru Blair (9)

Top






If

If you were the sun then I'd be the moon
if you were the yoghurt then I'd be the spoon

if you were the paper then I'd be the pen
if you were the egg then I'd be the hen

if you were the dog then I'd be the bark
if you were the torch then I'd be the dark

if you were the hinge then I'd be the door
if you love me then I love you more.

Vicki-Lee McCann (11)

TopOCTYPE HTML PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD HTML 4.0 Transitional//EN">






Animals

Rabbits are so quiet
they run about all day
they also skip around the place
in a very bouncy way.
Horses are so noisy
they jump about all day
looking after their children
in a very friendly way.

Chloe Biddle (7)

Top






A Frog

A frog jumped
on a log one day
it took me by surprise
it jumped up
and caught a fly
in the early morning light.

Tim Herdal (9)

Top






To Catch A Lemur

In order to catch a lemur, you will need
a net, and a screwdriver (to make a hole in the tree),
some very tasty-looking fruit, and some flies,
oh yes, and a ticket to Madagascar.

Next! Hang your fruit in the tree,
climb it, and using the screwdriver,
make a large hole. Get in it and watch.

When you see a lemur,
balance out on a branch
and throw the net.
Flip the binoculars round and stare….

Emma Yeomans (8)




Return to Main Menu