Allsorts

I think this poem piece
Needs to increase
It needs more words
Coming in herds

Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m reaching the stars
Which are further than Mars

I think this writing
Needs more of a sighting
Like a holiday in your head
Like every book I’ve read

Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m faster than cars
I’m getting very far!

I think these words
Need to fly like birds
I can’t stop rhyming things
Which gives this poem a little ding!

Hey, look, I’m a poet
And I didn’t even know it
I’m stronger than lions that go raaarr,
And that’s the end of my poem, ta-da!

I stepped on a stick,
Held it, threw it quick,
Did that and that for years,
I reached in everyone’s ears.

I the Javelin throw champion,
Was once poor and sad,
But I focused, made history and
My Nation became glad!

Fun unaccepted,
Unexpected,
Standing, winning in Tokyo Olympics,
Opponent’s ear picks.

I became the first person to win a medal at Javelin,
I became a warrior battlin’,
I am NEERAJ CHOPRA…

We’ve all been there before
A fruitless day
Where your page is white and unblemished
And you think for any way at all

To fill it up
Doodling and scribbling, then in a rush
Trying to do some work
Before your insides turn to mush

When your work is handed in
Your teacher is not fazed
By all the messy jottings
Kind of like a maze

They grab a coffee
And pick it apart, bit by bit
They are long unrewarded
When, at last they hit

Upon it, with hours of hard work
They forget about their aching head
And they hurl it in joy…
And nothing more is said.

A raven and a dove,
Never meant to be.
Running off in dreams,
Escaping reality.

A murder, a mad hatter,
A martyr and a monarch.
The prophecy was written,
Leaving one in the dark.

A mission started,
A queen’s heart for a selfish boy.
A mission uncompleted,
A white rose that’d ruin another’s joy.

A tea party like no other,
Hats with dark power.
An offer to be rejected,
Leaving a face sour.

A broken heart,
A forbidden love.
A martyr and a monarch,
A raven and a dove.

If I were a bear
I would pounce everywhere
I would play with the children
If they don’t care
I would eat all the fish
On their dish
And try playing tag with a duck
Wish me good luck.

The star outside my window
Shines really bright,
A shooting star’s fiery rays
Can whoosh across the night,
Make a wish, hold tight,
They say
Think about your dream,
Dream that you would fly to space,
Soaring like a kite
Race on Saturn’s rings,
Jump on Mercury’s rocky hills,
Hide inside the Moon’s craters,
Drive at speed on the bumpy lanes of Mars
Use your imagination,
Look up at the stars,
They are like a thousand tiny fish,
Swimming their way out fast.
A shooting star’s fiery rays
Can whoosh across the night,
Quicker than an aeroplane,
Soaring like a kite

If I were a duck
I would want good luck
I would run from a fire
With a big desire
To get back home
Where fire can’t roam
Then make a cake
To celebrate
The happy ending
I am not pretending

I hear elfin whispers
In the trees that sway
Dainty, merry faeries
Showing me the way

Into their nest, a cozy den
Heaped with faery gold
Lustrous buttercup petals
Never growing old

Cheeky little pixies
Dancing as they speak
Searching for the pearl
In the sky, which they seek

Now I know these secrets
They bother me no more
They will remain young
With laughter blithe of yore

This is for the disbelieving –
the ones who stare into the abyss,
the ones who have one thousand thumping thoughts in their heads,
for the ones who say ‘I can’t to this!’

This is for the discouraged –
the ones who complicate it,
the ones who think too much,
who let their weight pull them down.

This is for the dismissed –
the ones who let their emotiosn flow,
the ones who are banging to get out,
the ones who open up.

This is for the discontent –
the quiet ones with big imaginations,
the ones who rush outside,
the ones who live their life.

And this –
this is for the day they get out,
the ones who lean back,
bashing and wanting to get back in,
to wake up, to listen, to believe.

Foxy is a pony she lives in a stable
she lives next to Mabel
in a dark green field next to Mabel
in her stable
They talk for a bit and a bit more
about dancing on the floor
then they go to sleep
The next day Mabel goes away
with a lot of hay
Foxy is heartbroken
and goes to sleep