Into the bathroom
Turn on the tap
Wash away the sleepiness…
Hi, Ameerah. This is a poem by John Foster. You have to write your own poems
in the Poetry Zone. Why not have a go at writing your own version of getting up,
and send it to us.
Once upon a time I was sleeping
and I heard a loud bang
I saw a alien appear from a long distance
His name was Jeffy
He was pretty nice
I also noticed that we were on the moon
What am I doing?
I don’t know what haikus are!
Does it go like this?
First five syllables,
Then after that there’s seven,
Last there’s five again?
It is super long,
Super long and confusing
Way too confusing!
This doesn’t feel right!
It seems to be much too long!
What could have gone wrong?
Wait just one second,
I was right, it was too long!
It’s only three lines…
We humans aren’t as strong as tigers
We can’t swim like dolphins
We don’t have wings
But what do we have?
We are blessed with arms
We are blessed with legs
We are blessed with eyes
We are blessed with a blood pumping heart
We have a perfect body
But look at others
They are blind
They are deaf
They can’t see their loved ones
They can’t hear their loved ones
But why are we making fun of them?
They are us
The same species
Be grateful for what you have
The ocean infinite, strange, bizarre
Why does the ocean stretch out so far?
Those murky waters are hard to comprehend
Why does the horizon never end?
Rising ripples, a menacing foe
Why are we unsure of where the trenches go?
Colossal waves start to fold
Why are there still stories left untold?
Mysterious, inevitable, a creative stranger
Why does the ocean bring so much danger?
Snow, what a magnificent thing
Which doesn’t happen during spring
It brings joy around the world.
As Ryan just observed,
“Snow, snow please don’t go!
The snow is so low,
Please stay until it’s big,
And stay until it’s thick.”
Then, suddenly, snow poured out,
So that’s what Ryan thought about,
His wishes were at last fulfilled,
And Ryan was finally thrilled!
The harbor’s calm, The waters sweet
A safe place where the ships meet
She rests in the calm of the sheltered bay,
While dreams of the open sea drift away.
No storms, no battles no waves to ride
Just a normal day, wondering what is it world wide
In the harbor, ships rest, calm and still,
Yet they’re crafted for the waterful thrill
The ships in the harbor, its purpose is unseen .
Yet, within she still dares to dream.
Let it be, free and live its life
Could you see the fear in her eyes
Yet, you still have to be so cruel
It is so much more crucial
So let it play with the waves
And never make it your slave
As ships were made for more than peace
To play in the water were that waves increase
It was not here to sit and stay
It was meant to roam, to sail away.
For in the heart of every ship
There’s always a ship waiting to dip
The harbor is warm, but it’s not its home
A ship is made to sail, to roam
She wants leave the harbor, sail away
And the ship is meant to only play
So it waits, hoping for the day
When it can leave and sail away
To find its place, to feel the breeze
And live the life it was meant to lead