Fun reading. Wise thinking.
by Aiden, Age 11
“I created this poem because at school we were told to write a poem of a childhood memory, and this is a time that I went to a water park as a kid.”
The sun is beating down
My skin feels hot
I want to get in the water right away
The slide in front of me looks like a skyscraper
It is so tempting
But so scary
As I walk up the stairs
Butterflies in my stomach
I am holding the tube
Shaking my hands off
by Jack, Age 11
I look over to the clock, it reads 5:06
I stuff my head into the pillow
thinking about what the day may bring
I turn over, 5:10
All I hear tic toc tic toc tic toc
Every moment burns as the star rises
The day is near
Ring! Ring! Ugh… I just want to stay in bed
I have an urge, something big, huge
I can’t figure out what I’m thinking of…
I zoom through all the things that get me ready
Brush my hair and teeth, get dressed, eat breakfast
Today is the… first day of school!
by CJ, Age 11
When I got Ozzy
I could see the inside of him
Afraid no longer with his family
Fear about going with us
Hiding under the car
Scared to death
When he left with me
My family
And I
I could feel him
Inside of me
His feelings
Thoughts ran through my head
Even more his
He made it back with us
Back to my grandmother’s house
When at Michigan
About an hour and a half
Away from his family
Going to another new place
In a few days
And once we made it there
He didn’t look like a puppy
Anymore
About as big as Jasper at that time
And still growing
Trying to adapt
After already adapting
by Joseph, Age 12
One day in the wood near Nottingham
the animals proposed a race
To figure out what to do
with all the extra space
“I choose to write “Love is a Wall and a Bridge” because I believe that love is lots of things. Some good and some not so good, and I just wanted to portray that in a poem.” by Peyton, Age 11 Continue reading
by Tvisha, Age 10
Mr Big Bear was a clumsy old fellow
Everything slipped out of his hands like jello
Plates, Bowls, Silverware too
All slip out, and everyone knew
Because with a crash and a bash and a smash Continue reading
by Sabrina, Age 11
A mote of golden pollen tickles my nose
like a firefly through cherry blossoms,
still, as if stuck in honey,
swishing left and right, like feathers,
silvered and transformed by the moon,
which hangs like a great luminous pearl
in the centre of a sky dazzled by
birthstone-blue stars, Continue reading
by Samuel, Age 13
Scratched.
Bruised.
On a branch.
Staring down.
Long way down.
Hands gripped with fear, on a so small stick,
to a so tall heap of splinters,
digging in my limbs. Continue reading
by Sarah, Age 14
Rushing wind blowing back my hair
Whipping it around
A hurricane of possession snatching at the long strands
The crystal clear blue
surrounds in all directions;
never-ending
There is no up and down
No right way or wrong way
There’s only me
and the endless sky Continue reading
by Leo, Age 12
It’s five or six in the morning
Sighs, yawns, and groans fill the air
Car engines are running and droning
During the morning commute
The owner returns to the car
with a mug of coffee Continue reading
