Mother Earth
I love my mother My true mother I smack my feet Against her sandy skin Hot or cold I don’t care I do it every day You do it too Sometimes To get exercise But...
Poems
Poetry and verse from young voices
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I love my mother
My true mother
I smack my feet
Against her sandy skin
Hot or cold
I don’t care
I do it every day
You do it too
Sometimes
To get exercise
But I do it for fun
To love her
To hug her
To roll around on her lap
And laugh.
When sea captains say they have sailed the seven glimmering seas, I have flown them. When climbers say they have climbed the highest peaks, including the monstrously tall Mount Everest, I have achieved higher heights. When tourists say they have travelled all over the world, I have done it more times than I can count. But I am only a vivid dark, red balloon with a loose white string.
Because I wanted to feel like an Amazon
I asked my father to build me a bow with arrows
We went to the nearby woods that overlook
Forest Beach in the village of South Chatham.
My father, sister and I followed
A wavy uphill path to the clearing
Where we found young oak trees
With pointy strong branches,
We sawed off three branches
That looked like they would suffice.
The sound of thunder and rain thrashing around,
clinging to the Empire State Building.
As it flails and turns, I jump
through the window.
As the small bang of me landing
gets swallowed by the sound of thunder,
I jump down the narrow stairs
just as I hear fireworks.
And then I see it.
The tiles flying in the air.
I hear a small voice.
It gets louder and louder
until I see a huge flash of light.
When I try my best but no words come I feel worried,
like when I drown in lava.
How does it feel like to be an author?
Great, because everyone will know
the work you wrote. It also feels like you are the most important person in the world.
When I do not have to think more and I know what I have to write,
I feel like sleeping on a giant smooth waterfall full of bubbles.
Before I write, I put on boots, jackets, scarfs and mittens.
"I am prepared." I tell myself.
I close my eyes and write.
For I know that if I don't prepare myself fully, I may never get out of my fantasy world.
tiny valley big so big
grass of blue lakes of green
tiny big down-upside trees
night and day spring to spring
nothing&noone comes to tiny big valley
nothing walks the roses
&noone paints the sky with love
night and day spring to spring
nothing&noone and someone and
everyone comes to tiny big valley
nothing loves noone n roses more
night and day spring to spring
tiny valley big so bi...
Who am I, am I just a lonely boy?
When I am lonely I feel wild.
Does nobody want me?
Or do I have to stay here forever?
Well, I will be crashed by a car?
What shall I do.
I need a real life!
I am very far to become a normal boy.
The sound you can hear is the fairy's voice.
And remember the fairies are behind you.
Fairies are not same as you because they have wings and they are absolutely tiny.
And Whatever money you get it is actually your tooth.
If you have a very clean and white tooth put it under your pillow and next day you will see money under
__________your pillow.
When I write I feel very soft and smooth.
I always feel nervous when the pen touches the paper.
My feelings always control myself.
When I don't know what to write I transform into a monster.