Allsorts

a single flower bends,
whispering to the wind
even small things shine

No no. Get your own pencil!
No no. Not ya mum not ya slave!
No no. VOICE OFF!
Get your phones out!
Oh poopity!
You’re strong, you’re capable.
SIT PROPERLY!!!

This is my plant,
I named her Peace Lily,
But any time I leave,
She’s a bit silly,
And squeezes other plants!

She’d ride on a slippery ball,
And crash into the wall,
Fall down on the floor,
And walk into the door,
Full of wriggly worms!

This is my plant,
She swam into the lake,
And saw a ginormous snake,
Which wanted her to bake—
Oh, what a funny sight!

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