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It's That Time Again

It's that time again
Time to wake up and smell the roses
To face the music
To turn over a new leaf over.

It's time for a brand new term
A new season, new weather
And it's that time again
For a new woollen sweater.

It's time for some courage
A brand new start
But I just can't be bothered...
Mum! I'm not having a bath!

Tazzy, age 11, Australia

Tell the world to be quiet,
tell the world to listen up,
tell the world to be silent,
tell the world that we need to fight,
fight for our rights,
and fight for the people,
fight for the environment,
and fight for our voices to be heard.

Emily, age 10, USA

Twins are Double Trouble

Twins are double trouble
They cry, they smash, they tear
They break and spill and bite and scratch
and pull each other's hair

They practice art upon the walls
And yank electric plugs
And cookies, milk and something else
Get ground into the rugs

They drive their mother crazy
Their father is berserk
He is glad when Monday comes around
So he can go to work!

The diaper pails are filled again
The laundry tub's piled high
And doctor bills and others too
Are mounting to the sky

So if you have a single child
As placid as a dove
Contain your envy if you can
We have double love!

Thea, age 10, Philippines

I feel their eyes
I smell their words
Bitter, cold
We all have flaws
just a trace of a glare can change a heart forever
Souring it with hatred
I hear their thoughts
screaming at me
telling me to be like them
but in my mind I know who I am
I am stronger than what they wish to believe
Hurting but dealing
it's my lifestyle
Someday they will see
they missed out on me
Now though, I am alone and that is all that there is to be
Alone, but not lonely
Who would want that kind of company
Not me

Morgan, age 13, USA

The darkness
It swallows me whole
I can’t see
I can’t breathe

Not even the sweetest rose
Can awake me
From this nightmare
That I call home

This is all I’ve ever known
This everlasting darkness
That is always
Forever there

I’ve never experienced the sun
On my face
Or the deepest shade of red
I have not yet seen

But I await the day when
This blackness
Will be removed
And my eyes
Will see

The day will come
When my world of blackness
Will come to an end

Alison, age 12, Australia

Stars

The stars are shining beacons
Across the black velvety sky

They are gleaming crystals
Thrown into a pool of black

They are a million golden lights
Floating in an endless sea

They are little silver sprinkles
Lighting up the dark for all to see

Shehan, age 13, Australia

The Fight

The words spill
Ready to kill
They hit her hard
Tears build up
They could fill a cup
But I don't stop
No, not me
The dreaded words keep on flowing
She yells and screams
A fight builds up
I know I should stop
Before it goes too far
But I don't
I can't
The fury inside me burns
My stomach is doing turns
Her red face and glassy eyes
Should make me stop
But my tongue still misbehaves
And it keeps digging my own grave
I should have learnt
To control myself
But I didn't
So now I dread the day
When I will heavily pay

Fox and the Fraternity, age 10, Australia

The smell of it
The smell of death
Brings fear
And dread
And a single tear
Nothing will stop it
When it decides to attack
No one can hold it off
Not me, not you
No one
If someone should say
Death is unfortunate
they are wrong
Dead wrong
Death picks its victims
With the greatest care
And takes them to its lair
Where they sleep
An endless sleep
Never to awaken
Death is merciless
It is a dark shadow
Upon a poor soul
It is a never ending darkness
In front of your eyes
No one can stop it
No one ever has
No one ever will

Maverick, age 13, America

Patiently awaiting
The day when you return
Patiently waiting
To see you
I wait in the rain
In the dead of the night
I wait in the snow
Even in the light
I shout your name
Across the city so wide
To get the message across
That I miss you so
I haven't forgotten
The promise you made
Nor will I ever
Forget your name
I will never lose hope
That you will return
Although it has been long
Since we last were
I hope you haven't forgotten me
When you fought
I hope that wherever you are
You are safe and loved
Because I miss you
And love you
Your daughter Amelia

Amelia, age 12, France

A Poem to You!

Tomorrow I'll write
a poem about you
it will be sweet
and loving too

No death
no war
will I write
but a poem with love
there will be flowers
and roses too

tomorrow I'll write
a poem about you
it will be nice
it will be short
sort of like you

I promise I will
I promise to you
that I will write
a poem about you

You won't feel lonely
You won't feel blue
when you read my poem
dedicated to you

Jane, USA

Not Fun Being Me

I write this poem
Not out of love
Or hate
but simply because
You are there

I hope you find it
Very sweet
And remember me
Always and forever

I hope you stay
And with me you'll play
We will watch shows
movies too

Hopefully you'll forget
Who I am
So we can be friends
and not be trends

I know we'll be followed
Everywhere we go
Through cities
And even gardens too

But I don't care
This friendship
We will share
Never to forget

The cameras will flash
and on a magazine cover
we will splash
People will stare

But do not worry
We will be friends
I am very sorry
If I hurt you so

I hope you see more
In me than they do
I hope I'm more than folklore

My eyes hurt
From all these blinding flashes
I beg for them to stop
Stop with these clashes

This fate I have chosen
But deeply regret
Since I wish
For something more

I envy you so
I wish I could be free
more like you
without hiding behind a tree

One day I hope they'll leave
And leave me in peace
That I long for so
I will be old
I will be rotten

But I won't care
'cause I will be at peace
No one will stare
At me any more

No more covers
Will my face be on
No more reviews
Will I do

This fate I have chosen
Is both prosperous
And frustrating
Sometimes I feel
Like I want to leave

But I must stay
Or our friendship
Will greatly pay

I hope to be free today
When I bring my dismal life
To a frightening end

I'm sorry I couldn't
I couldn't carry this burden no more
I will vanish without a trace
I know it will be dreadful

I know you won't forgive
But I must do so
No more can I take
Of this chaotic life

No more will I
Not ever, not ever

Angelina, age 12, USA

A long time ago
In a land far away
Lived a sad little girl
Who couldn't play.

Her name was Lucia
She was very well bred,
But the problem was
She had no legs.

This was a big problem
For getting around.
She was pushed in a wheelchair
Along the ground.

Some people would laugh
Some people would stare.
And they whispered to others
And they just wouldn't care.

This made Lucy sad,
And sometimes made her cry,
And every night she would pray
And ask Jesus why.

Why her,
Why her to be in so much pain?
She wished she could start
Her whole life again.

But her prayers were answered
And one day, a boy came,
And just like Lucia,
He couldn't play any games.

He had no left arm
And found it hard to write.
He would practice and practice and practice
All night.

Lucy could understand
She could feel his pain,
So she walked up to him
And asked him his name.

His name was Michael
They had the same trend
They both had disabilities
So they became friends.

So next time you see someone
Without any limbs,
Don't laugh, tease or whisper,
Just try and make friends.

Tazzy, age 11, Australia

Treat
Hot
Elephant

Leadership
Over
Van
Ever

Rhonwen, age 14, England

It's true, it's true,
I saw a ghost in the bedroom.
Really, did it do an "Oooo?"
It went near the oil, I thought it was going to go BOOM!
That must be scary!
It sure is, Perry.

Carey, age 9, Australia

What Is in a Name?

Z is the zany things you do with us
I am your best friend
No matter what we always have your back
A true friend!

Never say never
Earrings, newly put in
Sweet and nice
Handy when it comes to laughs
Always happy
Makes monkey bread
Also a true friend!
Happy when I'm with you!

Funny friend
Interested in electronics
Obviously loves singing
No friend gets left behind!
A girl who misses you as she writes this!

Z,
I'll see u soon!! Say hi to Trent for me!
N,
Don't forget to charge your DS. See u soon!

Don't forget about the Sisterhood of the Matching Bracelets!

Fiona

Of all the friends I've ever met
You're the one I won't forget
but if I die before you
I'll go to heaven and wait for you.

Lee-Anne, age 14, South Africa

Friends we are
Friends we'll be
Friends for ever
you and me.

Lee-Anne, age 14, South Africa

Down in the valley
written on a rock
Forget me not.

Lee-Anne, age 14, South Africa

Summer is hot,
Sizzle sizzle
Summer is hot,
but fun to swim,
get a tan,
or sunburn,
Summer is hot.

Ashton, age 13, North America

Rain, rain, come today.
Come and wash my tears away.
For I have cried,
Until I hurt inside.
Please wash them away,
All the tears I cried today.
Carry them from my face,
to the ground, their resting place.

Summer girl, age 15, My world

You see me,
But you never see me.
You hear me,
But you never hear me.
You've been with me,
But you've never been with me.
You know me,
But you don't know me.
You know I'm here.
But I'm dying inside
Because you don't care.

Homskoolgrl

You don't see me the same anymore
I've lost all hope because the doors are closed
I feel like I'm invisible... like there's no one around
I can't see the light so I can't shine for you.

Kenecia, age 10, Canada

Live your life yourself
No one else leads it for you
Don't freak yourself out.

Danielle, age 12, USA

What Is A Dream?

What is a dream? It seems to be...
that when you go to bed you fall fast asleep.
It creeps in your head when you go to bed.
It makes you scream when you have a bad dream.
So tell me "what is a dream?"

K'Loni, age 12, USA

Where Go The Boats?

Dark brown is the river
Golden is the sand
It flows along forever with trees on either hand
Green leaves, a floating castle of the foam
Boats of mine a boating
Where will all come home

On goes the river
and out past the mill
Away down the valley, away down the hill

Away down the river
A hundred miles or more
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore

Ava, age 10, Ireland

A Big Fat Nonsense Poem

I was born one night, one morn when the Whistles went boom boom,
you can bake a snake or fry a cake when the mud pies are in bloom
Does six and six make nine? Does ice come from a mine?
Was GI Joe the eskimo in the good old summer time?
Well loop the loop with your noodle soup just to give your socks a shine,
I am guilty judge I stole the fudge
Three cheers for Old Anzine.
Way down in Bostalonia, they spit into the phone but all of that bologna
Pataroski blow your horn, toot toot.

Emily, age 8, Australia

Friends

Why can't everyone be friends?
Why do people bully?
Why do people complain?
There's no point.

Nina-Rose, age 12, United Kingdom

Grass green and paper leaves
whisper in the quiet breeze
and I go back.
Crying red and bleeding tears
run like rivers through our years
and I go back.
Friends have gone and friends are shared,
we loved more in later years than we ever dared
and I go back.
Back to the times of scribbled notes,
childish games and colourful totes
carried all through five years.
Elementary school, grades one to five
kept us little kids so alive
and slowly we built up our fears.
We aren't much older now, though
we've had more pain than anyone would know,
twenty years at thirteen.
I have dreams and you had dreams,
that died too young it seems,
and I still hope to be on the silver screen.
We have cried so many times
wind whistling through the chimes
cry and cry and cry.
Now we moved apart, my friend
and now this seems as though the end
so let it
die and die and die.

Erin, age 13, Canada

Bushes quiver
where shadows lean,
and not a sliver
of moon is seen.

Near the river
some goblins (green)
with a witch in front
and a ghost in between

Make me sh..i..vvvver,
but I am keen
about the shivers
of Hallowe'en.

Gina, age 13, USA

A Poem to Remember

Cry, cry that mountain sky show me the way back home
Open up your great blue doors to a trail that I've once known
and when you find that perfect sky tell me and I will come calling
to the house of refuge, the house of mama

Cry, cry that mountain sky take to see my mama's face
and put me back in that living place
and when she's gone and gone she'll be
then tell me and I will come home to the place
that I have grown to know
Cry, cry that mountain sky and take me home once more.

JJ, age 12, USA

The Something Poem

Hello, how are you?
Yes, you there in that place and
next to that thing where they built that new something
You know the place that has that really cool thing next to it
where you go and they say hello
and don't you just hate it when they won't tell you what they are talking about?
You know what I mean, hey where are you going? Tell me is it that place, hey what place?

Janell, age 16, USA

My Naughty Sisters

"Innocent little eyes,
never tell lies,
eats only a slice
and is very wise"
My parents think so,
but only I know,
that my sisters are blisters,
better are twisters
than my naughty sisters.

Never let me read a book,
or have a look
on the television set,
or play on the toy jet.

They are lovely to see,
very beautiful, gee.
One looks like sleeping beauty;
she loves doing her duty.
The other like Snow White;
with not much height.
But both are really naughty,
Even though not haughty.

I have to close the door
to study in my room.
'cause they will soar
and come with a zoom;
to disturb me
and for me to get (on 10) only three.

Even then I like them
and take them as a gem
'cause if I don't
they really won't
stop sitting
and hitting
on a tearful me!

Maria, age 12, India

 

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