Allsorts

Just keep following
the heart lines
on your
hands

Beyond the castle of mourning
The castle is a sleeping giant,
Its towers are knuckles,
its windows are closed eyes
and its heavy portcullis are its closed lips.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The flag on the turret flies like a bird
with a broken wing.
I captured the dancing rose of the King.
I ran like a magnificent leopard.

Beyond the castle of mourning
I captured a snake-handled sword,
as it self-importantly sliced,
struck and slashed the air.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The old walls whisper tales of battles won and lost.
I captured lightning in a bottle,
as it shook and quivered,
I thought of old times long ago.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The brave castle bared its teeth to the storm.
I captured a dragon’s heart,
braving the most fearsome of adventures to receive it.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The spiral staircase swallowed all who entered,
twisting them until they were lost in time.
I realized that not all is lost.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The castle sulked in the rain,
a grey face frowning at the world.
Maybe this is an illusion, but I hear voices overhead.

Beyond the castle of mourning
The stranger’s boom cracked the very foundation of the earth.
Could this man be the king,
or a trespasser, like me?

When I come from school
I want food,
When I come from class,
I want food,
I don’t live on food,
I live for food,
I eat my friend’s lunch,
But I never agree on brunch
At this point,
I am a foodie!

It starts with the sudden breeze
of coolness in the air
The morning chilled vibes
with the colourful tights hugging my legs
Waking up on Sunday to blueberry pancakes
and fav hot chocolate
The vibe of November is all that excites me
to the next moment coming

Hi I am Sophia aged 9 and I am neuro diverse. As part of diversity week my teachers asked me if I wanted to write something to show how my autism shapes who I am so I wrote this poem.

I am a sea of curiosity waiting to be explored
I am an endless universe, unknown galaxies, there are always more
I am a kingfisher in a flock of seagulls
I am a water jug, and I am never full
I am a volcano, unpredictable and powerful
This is me
I am,
Endless,
Unique,
Unsatisfiable
This is me

A little sleep, a little sleep
who would like a little sleep?
Close your eyes and say good night
relax your body, turn off the light
say your prayers, think happy thoughts
do not think of old fights fought
Dream of love, dream of care
dream of everything good and fair

Where poppies grow
In the battlefield of people’s woe.
But those who had died now sleep all in peace
Because all their loved ones are now safe at least
Because all their loved ones are safe there
Will be no more sadness at bear

My favorite days are near.
I will wake up early, full of cheer.
Will hang my stocking near the tree,
Mom will bake cookies—one, two or three!
Last night, I saw a reindeer in my dream,
Sparkling stars made him gleam.

He said, “Wake up boy, Santa is here!
Get ready and make your room clear.”
I just hope Santa finds my home,
While flying through the snow and foam.

Let me write a list with bright crayons,
And wish for toys, candies, hugs and so on.

I’ll share my cookies, with my besties,
And maybe some sweet for tasty treats!
The tree will glow, red and green,
It’s the prettiest one has ever seen!

We’ll sing some songs and laugh and play,
Because it’s Merry Christmas Day!

Ground-stomper
Ear-flapper
Water-sprayer
Big foot stomper
Trunk tool

Kashmir full of beauty and snow
So allow me to show
With deep valleys down below
Operation Sindoor took revenge
Night of horror when Pakistan avenged
It all took place right in sight
But the poor dead couldn’t fight
Then came India’s shine and pride
Indian army fought with might
But Kashmir’s beauty is still the same
India is known for our Kashmir’s name
Spring here comes in May
Do you want to visit Kashmir, what do you say?