Diamonds in the sky
with diamonds in your eyes
Gold in you arms
Me inside your heart
Allsorts
Crying
Crying a little bit is of no use.
You must cry until your pillow is soaked.
Then you can get up and dance.
You can jump in the shower and splash, splash, splash.
Then you then throw open your window and sing,
Ha Ha Ha
And if people down below say,
“Hey, what’s going on up there?”
You can sing out,
“Happiness was hiding in the last tear, and I wept it.”
The Hurricane
The peak of the hurricane’s attack has just happened.
The two girls were being pushed so hard
that they were barely moving one meter per minute.
Houses, furniture, telephone poles, and even trees
that had been ripped from the ground
by this terrible hurricane
were among the debris that was flying everywhere.
When the flooding reached its peak,
Amelia found herself almost neck-deep in the water,
while Suzy had to almost swim her way home.
Measly Medals
My little sister gets a lot of medals.
I am very happy for her but the thing is,
because I am the older girl,
getting a medal for anything is really hard.
I try my best but everyone is always better than me.
Now my little sister has 3 medals hanging up
proud and high on our wall and I don’t even own a medal.
Those primary school sport day medals don’t count either!
Well I don’t need a medal anyway!
My pure genius lies beneath my evil.
I don’t care if only the hero gets the rewards.
The villain gets its reward by not going to jail,
just knowing you were too powerful
for the hero to put you in jail was good enough.
That is a true reward.
Nutella
Nutella,
a supermodel like bella,
chocolate and hazelnut spread
I’ll eat you with bread
or I’ll eat you alone, you sweet paste
you won’t ever go to waste because I can’t resist that hazelnut taste
I love you and the hazelnuts you roast
a delight on my waffles, my pancakes and my French toast
I will spend all my dinero on your product, Ferrero
Love and Hate
I love you
but you hate me
so i will hate
you
I hate you
but you now
love me
It was a
mistake
I will never
forgive you.
What I Like
What is a poem?
What is a poem?
A poem is nice
A poem is easy
A poem is great
That I could make
I can take
Or go to a lake
I like me
You love you
Everybody likes me and you.
