Competition Entry

I woke up in the morning; it was Christmas morning.
I looked out of the window and saw not a cloud nor leaf.
I raced downstairs and opened the door,
my face radiating with excitement and awe.
Baubles tinkled on the tree,
and under it were presents waiting for me.

A modelled elf sat by the fire,
warming its toes by the flames of desire.
I looked outside at the blanket of snow,
and my mother walked in greeting me, Hello.

Eagerly, I ran to the present and tore it open.
I froze in shock – what an emotion!
It glimmered and gleamed.
It shone and it beamed.
It was the only thing I could ever want.

Watching the snowflake falling
Like a soft hopeful dream
As your Christmas smile beamed
Bringing a Christmas spirit calling
Like a relaxing unforgettable daydream
Your happiness is like a refreshing never ending stream
Let all the house’s Christmas spirit gelling
Christmas is sweet like chocolate cream
The Christmas spirit is gleaming.

In a peaceful town where snowflakes dance,
The essence of Christmas brightens the chance,
Through glowing windows with tales yet to reveal,
Caring hearts come together as winter winds steal.

Shimmering lights adorn the pine trees high,
The aroma of cookies drifts softly by,
Singers gather, their laughter fills the air,
As the magic of Christmas draws loved ones to share.

Stockings are placed by the hearth with delight,
Whispers of hopes float sweetly through the night,
A sleigh bell echoes in the stillness profound,
While stars overhead shimmer, scattered around.

With every gift wrapped, a promise unfolds,
Of love and kindness, and joy that enfolds,
In every heart, this season so bright,
Brings togetherness and warmth, a pure delight.

So let’s toast to the moments that hold,
To the memories cherished, like treasures of old,
May peace fill our homes and love light the way,
Wishing each one a Merry Christmas Day!

‘Twas the night before Christmas and all was quiet about the town

But in our house the sherries and warm cider were going down;

As the evening wore on we witnessed Dad dance

The younger guests stole away for quiet romance;

The whiskies and brandies now available to pour

The children begging Dad to drink no more.

With Santa on his way the kiddies were now sleeping

Mam in the kitchen listening to carols and weeping;

Dad in the garden assembling the new swings

Getting nowhere fast, being one of those annual things;

Finding it difficult by torchlight and with foreign instructions

Well of course we all know there were bound to be ructions;

Frustrated by foreign language and diagrammatic art

The biggest problem of all was that he was very, very drunk;

Defeated and downhearted he clambered upstairs

Never again, he solemnly declares;

The moral of this story is obvious and true

Christmas in Llanelli might not be for you.

It twinkles, it shimmers, it sparkles
As we sit back and watch
Our gorgeous Christmas tree

It shines bright in the darkness
As we sit back and watch
Our red and gold Christmas tree

It brings happiness to our hearts
As we hang up
Our special Cristmas baubles on our pine Christmas tree

The parents secretly smile to themselves
As the children play around
Our magicaly diverse Christmas tree

We chitter in delight
As we tear open wrapping paper
From Christmas presents underneath our family Chrismas tree

Do not cut me, cried the tree, I give you free air.
Under my leaves you rest.
I give you fruits.

If you make me live these will carry on.

Celebrate
We have to wait
For the to time
And there’s lime
So just celebrate

I had a dog, his name was Bog,
He liked to jog along with a frog.
Through the park and over the log.
They played by the bog whenever there was fog.

I’ve enter many competitions
I won 4 out of 11 (not on Poetry Zone)
But that was the past, and I’m trying many more this weekend.
First I’m entering 6 online skill tests
then 2 luck contests
Then I’m doing a competition with a friend.
And this is why people say
“Don’t be nervous, be confident.”
And when someone says that to me, it helps me believe,
I may be bad, but I can be better
And it also really helps.
So, no matter what, just believe.

BOYS think that they’re in control
but us girls have a right
Some boys can be stronger than girls
but today some boys in my class hurt me

GIRLS are preppy
girls are emo
but girls are NOT to be controlled
we are NOT puppets
so stay away because
we will rip your heads off
now leave us ALONE