when people come passing by
on a stormy winter’s night,
the only person I look for is you,
is you,
is you,
the person I look for is you.
when the wind comes passing by
he stops and asks, “Are you all right?”
then I say, “I’m fine, thank you.”
He says, “Okay, well have a good night then.”
and I say, “You too.”
She wanted to start again
She wanted to be free
She wanted no pain
But her head just wouldn’t agree
She wanted love
She wanted caring for
She wanted to fly above
She wanted to walk out the door
She was young
She was naive
She was dumb
So much yet she would achieve
She fought
And she cried
She failed
Yet she tried
She was lost
She was broken
Her fingers crossed
Her heart still hoping
So her story lies here
In this poem about she
She was a girl
Who is just like me.
The white blanket has covered the forest floor,
It wasn’t quiet… it started to roar.
Though its spreading all around,
I heard a little tweeting sound.
The robins have come out of their tree
Just to come and sing to me.
I like it right here in my house, all warm!
Not outside, in the winter storm.
As I walk in a country lane
Big, black smoke comes my way
I see in the distance something big and tall
So all I know is actually nothing at all
The next day I go into town
Then I see some shops are down
Then I realised what that building was
But there was nothing I could do but stay away
In the evening, a fire starts
I am sorry but it is time to part
If I survive, see you soon
If not, well at least we know pollution is a clue
The group of cars
Is an interesting sight:
All registration plate grins,
Eye lights gleaming bright,
Groaning with the weight
As the humans clamber in,
Turning to start the race –
Hoping they will win.
They start to rumble,
Engines creaking,
And off they race,
Tires squeaking,
To join their friends;
Join the pack,
Race forever along the track.
Hope is a canvas painted with dawn.
The bright sparkly eyes of a fresh newborn.
Hope are the wings that soar through the sky.
It’s a leap of faith, a risk, a try.
The breaking light at the end of a cave.
Hope is faith and being brave.
Hope is a phoenix rising from ashes.
Has courage and bravery throughout its crashes.
The rolling rain clouds that visit barren land.
Words of fortitude, a helping hand.
Hope is a face lit with gleam.
“Hope is a waking dream”
I have a fat cat he likes eating bats
I have a fat cat he likes his sleeping mat
I have a fat cat he likes getting a pat
I have a fat cat he acts like a brat
I have a fat cat and he likes my hat
And I love him, my fat cat.
My beauty isn’t yours
to judge, it is mine,
Gifted by my father
and mother, divine.
I belong to myself,
And myself I have taught,
To look deep within,
And see true beauty can’t be bought.
The oceans of my eyes,
tell me I have power,
That I’m not labelled by those who come
and go within an hour.
I now know that
I am all I need to be,
I’m great, I’m phenomenal,
I’m beautiful, I’m me.
My paws tread lightly upon soft snow,
Sinking down and slinking low.
My pelt is white as summer clouds,
My soft kit fur fluffed up proud.
I’m dappled by the light of day,
My ears twitching; I hear prey
Silently, I lift my tail,
Sniffing for a scent trail.
I prick my ears,
Scuffling in the snow is all I can hear.
Prowling through the drift,
Beneath my paws I feel snow shift.
My muscles tense, ready to lunge,
But I slip, and into the snow I plunge!