Plant a seed inside the earth,
Watch it sprout and watch it come out.
Spreading roots below the dirt
Little sprout small and fragile
Waiting to grow and be full of
Beauty.
Growing larger day by day, a
Small sprout until one day,
A bud appears, soon to be a
Beautiful flower for all to see.
Reaching closer to the sky, the
Bud now open
Releasing petals vibrant and
Beautiful.
Shroosh the shovel goes in,
Chumpf the shovel comes out.
Fear and hunger all around,
Nobody knows North and South.
Make a mistake you never come back.
Keep digging is what we’re told,
The snow makes it harder.
Then comes the cold.
Struggle is nonexistent for some,
A stick which sentenced us to death.
From the day we were born,
Till our final breath.
The cold is the greatest killer,
Our boots were getting wet and soggy.
They tied us up to a tree,
The wolves then arrive and the air goes foggy…
I miss them every year,
Sometimes they just randomly appear.
They always stay high and bright,
I must see them, I think I just might.
The dazzling bright colours,
I think the sky is just getting fuller.
It bursts with blue, pink, purple and green
What if I just bought a picture off Shein?
Often they make me dizzy,
Maybe it’s just because I’m busy.
As you stay still in the night,
It’s such a wonderful sight.
One day I hope I see them,
It’ll be such a gem.
In my dreams tonight I’ll be up there
With radiant blue in my hair.
People bouncing balls all around the room,
Nobody bouncing the ball to their doom.
Everybody trying to get the ball,
So that they can beat the other team and win it all.
People always trying to run,
They all want to claim- We won, we won!
People always trying to have some fun,
And people trying not to have a bun.
New people not knowing what to do,
Cheerleaders screaming whoohoo.
The opposing team’s fans screaming boo,
But we just focus on what we have to do.
People wanting to be a loud caller
Even though some are smaller
Some people are just taller,
But we all try to be a good basketballer.
There was a boy named Rick
Who took a free kick,
Placed the ball on the ground,
And gave it a flick.
The whistle blew loud,
He stood tall an proud,
He ran up with a grin,
Let the magic begin.
The ball soared through the air,
Past the defenders who stared,
Curved right past the wall,
As the crowd gave it a call.
It hit the back of the net,
A goal that no one would forget,
The goalkeeper could only sigh,
Rick had aimed for the sky.
Fans jumped and cheered,
His name was all day heard,
That boy named Rick,
Had pulled off a trick.
You want responsibility and duty,
Maybe something growing?
Like something fruity,
Would give you so much power!
You buy a seed from the store,
You put it in the soil
As soon as you get home
With so much greed for it to grow.
You watch it carefully every day,
Hoping it’ll grow more and more.
Bright and colourful each day.
Even when you took care of it well,
It still becomes dull, almost sickly,
It stares down slowly dying,
You thought to yourself was this worth buying?
Even when you looked carefully.
You didn’t notice the disease growing on its flower bed,
After some time it sadly dies.
When you’re reading and listening carefully,
Sometimes you are I are this flower.
We can’t be perfect too quickly.
Growing always takes time.
You, are always worth buying,
Give yourself time.
Going into secondary school,
First years thinking they are all so cool.
Learning new languages like Chinese.
In P.E. class doing high knees.
In this huge building I feel so small,
Going to my locker down this big hall.
Walking into my new classroom,
Knowing it will be harder soon.
Waiting for lunch, starving with hunger,
Knowing the school days will be longer.
Oh finally schools over,
It feels like I found a four leaf clover.
Coming home with a big bag full of books.
Everyone judged me by my looks.
The classroom feels like a prison cell.
When will I get to finish this hell?
Boom, Boom, bombs go off in the distance.
You can smell the blood drifting in the air.
Heads down low ready to fire,
No one thinks it’s fair.
Parents running for a place to hide,
Children hiding under a bed.
They fear they might die,
Yet the guns will decide.
Heavy bodies falling on top of each other,
Making a mountain.
Surviving families silently cry.
Their grief pours out as a fountain.
Under each bloody uniform is a sad man.
Hoping to see his family once more,
Wishing for this curse to disappear
And not be so sore.
Once a very beautiful land,
Has now changed to a barren battlefield.
A new journey is around the corner,
Oh Secondary School, I hope you treat me better.
New faces, new classes, a different start,
A little bit scared, but really ready at heart.
I’ll learn, I’ll grow and try my best,
Leaving the past and facing what’s next.
A new journey begins,
A fresh chapter to see.
Secondary School
This is the start of me.
The new bloom,
As beautiful as the moon.
The leaves grow,
As the water rows.
The kids go out to play,
And they will be out all day.
The bold beautiful flowers,
Will shine with all their power.
The squirrels come out today,
While the sun shows its rays.
The bees take pollen with glee,
And the waves come by our blue seas.
The snowdrops start to sprout,
The cold cats stop to pout.
As the sun goes up and down goes the moon,
Spring introduces the new bloom.