Competition Entry

I am Charlotte
Cat lover, cake baker, music maker.
The chatty sloth.
Word bender, phrase maestro.
I am a poet.

One day in the 1960s,
A boy had two trampolines
In his backyard,
All day he played in his backyard.

Months went by, he still loved his garden,
He tells his friend, he says beg you pardon.
His parents are so proud,
Bounce, bounce, it’s so loud.

Years go by,
Will he stop wanting to play,
Will he take a break?
No is the answer
but what will break
are the trampolines…

I see people fighting for their homes,
I see dogs pouncing at their bones.
I see fields full of flowers,
I see forests showered with powders.

Why do I see people begging for money,
When the world should give it and call people “honey”
Why do I see ice melting away,
when snow is falling, why won’t it stay?

I like to see children running to school,
I like to see families jump in pools.
I like to see fish swimming in the sea,
Because that just shows that they are free.

I want to see everyone happy,
I want to see people not being snappy
I wish to see trees standing tall,
I want to see all the bullies fall.

But is that really what I will see?

I want to see all the bullies fall.

Everyone is equal,
Everyone is true,
All lives matter,
So don’t let people be mean to you.

Don’t be selfish,
Don’t be rude,
Not everyone is the same,
But that’s okay!

The world will always exist,
So get use to it,
Be kind and help each other,
Because we won’t live forever.

Every person, of every height,
Are united as one,
Forever we stand.

Peace and joy,
Equal to every girl and boy,
And without peace,
Could the people of war be stuck with the police?,
Eternally peaceful.

If I could see the future
My iPad would have a new feature
So my iPad could have a new beeper

If I could see the future I would go out and play everyday
Hoping that not everyday would be grey
Also hoping my friends would not leave me in dismay

If I could see the future I would see my birthday presents
Hoping they wouldn’t only have a few contents
And not just some tents

I always talk about what I want to be,
But not enough of what I see,
I see wonderful colours that paint the sky,
Memories that are part of me.
I see people carrying on their lives
And people that are as dangerous as knives.
My life is not simple, nor plain
And I don’t need to explain,
what I see anymore.

Right now I see inside my house which is as quiet as a bee
I see a table with chairs and a counter all nice and sparkly
Behind me I see a mirror and fruits which all look very juicy
And finally I see walls, one bare one with pictures of family times
and two with wide windows

Everywhere we go we see faces
And everyone is from different races
We should learn to respect them
As all of us are a gem
Everyone shines in their own way
No matter what they say
Begin treating better
You don’t have to write a letter
That’s all from me
So do it for free

The arms on a chair
As I watch them, silently stay still
One is called Bob
One is called Phil
Keeping my arms at comfort
Although I miss Filbert and Gilbert
As if I were cuddled against little cotton hairs
I love the arms of my chair.