There once was a girl that loved cake
One day she made a lovely bake
But when she looked back it was gone!
She was not daydreaming for that long
She looked up she looked down
Then she was just about to frown
Then she thought, thought and thought
Then she thought silly me!
She had eaten it already!
I see the things people can’t see
I see the shoots of plants before they emerge
I see the shadows of ghosts
I see the sounds of mice
I see my eyes blink
I hear the things people can’t hear
I hear the sounds of a ladybird’s footsteps
I hear the sound of lightning not thunder
I hear a different language
I hear the lightbulb switch on and off
I smell the things people can’t smell
I smell the season’s air change
I smell the scent of candles in a sewer
I smell fear
I smell love
I taste the things people can’t taste
I taste sweet instead of salt
I taste the things on TV
I taste the pencil’s led
I taste the clouds
I touch the things people can’t touch
I touch my head and sense forgotten dreams
I touch my dog in hospital and I feel emptiness
I touch my crush and my heart hurts
I hug my family and I feel love
I feel cold when close to fire
I feel warm next to my family
I feel confused on what my friends call an easy question
I feel normal when I answer a hard question
What am I? I don’t know
A place to read,
A place to write,
A place to calm,
A place of light.
A place of words,
A place of thought,
A place full of books,
A place where people are taught.
A place of work,
A place of tests,
A place of exams,
A place with no rests.
A place of love,
A place of fun,
A place of safety,
A place never forgotten.
This poem is really short
Tadaaaah!
The thermometer was yelling, my fever was high!
The doctor did one blood test,
And then I went home,
The blood tests were unending!
Then, my mother got so many tests done,
Like dengue, typhoid and malaria,
Thankfully, all the reports were fine!
Then, I did not know that my mother
Would take me to the hospital,
She was worried,
They put a needle in my hand,
This was the dreaded drip!
They put a cannula,
Through which they put an injection,
And almost magically,
The medicine reached my veins!
It spread in my body,
Curing my sickness,
Once I was okay,
My drip was taken out,
My elder sister, Kaira
Made a paper bag for me
After I was hale and hearty,
I went on my trip
And enjoyed Spain,
Since the disease had gone,
I ate a lot of ice cream,
I visited two famous cities,
Barcelona and Madrid,
When we reached the airport,
My sister’s bracelet got lost!
She left her bracelet in the washroom,
And it was almost boarding time!
We did not take her bracelet,
On the way back home,
The bracelet had to stay in Abu-Dhabi,
Another city in Dubai
When my sister was in the hospital
I felt a mixture of emotions
First, I was very sad
Then I made different things for her
To cheer her up
I made a paper bag,
And a hand-made book
I also brought
Some stamp-art for her
It was a strange feeling,
To not have my sister around
No one was troubling me
After some time,
I began to miss her
A little. Just a little.
When my sister became okay,
It all went back to normal
She was back by my side,
Troubling me, entertaining me
And making me laugh!
Some friends come up to you and say ‘Hi’ or ‘How are you?’
Whilst others say ‘Why are you here!?’ or ‘You don’t matter!’
It hurts you know.
You think about it for days, weeks or months
Thinking you’re the PROBLEM or ‘you’re NOT good enough.’
How could this be? How is this fair?
When the SASG (sassy, annoying, stupid girls) come up to you
and say something mean to you
you really really want them to feel the pain that they cause others.
You don’t know what to do next but…. cry.
Izzy Wizzy made a poem about me
called Sammy Wammy.
I thought it was very
jammy.
She loves cats .
She always chats.
She’s really nice.
Her work’s mostly right.
Izzy is tall.
I’m small!
(Hope you see this Izzy