Love is nice
Love is cool
Love is something different
Love is magical
Love is too hard for some.
True Love
Cats Sleep Anywhere
Hi Tobi and Atinuke. You sent us a poem by Eleanor Farjeon. You have to make up your own poems to send us. Why don’t you have a go at writing one?
Please Stay
Please stay
Come my way
Not until you’re 30
And not until you’re dirty
You don’t have to stay
You don’t have to come my way
Please live I love you for no reason
Afterwards you’re the only reason I am breathing
Love
I love my love
As love should love
But you never love
As my love should love me
You’ve got your colourful wings
And you fly
But I am never invited
Left as a flower without butterfly
You are the wish
You are the desire
Every one loves to be filled with
But my heart pangs in despair
Even if I close my eyes and shut my mind
My heart knows you come in as a rain
In the hearts of people but mine I find
In the desert under unbearable wreathing pain
Mum
Mum, mum this is for you,
for all the hard moments we have been through.
Mum, mum you’ve got beautiful eyes,
like twinkling stars in the midnight skies.
Mum, mum you’ve got a good heart
for having me and not putting us apart.
Mum, mum you’ve got a good mind,
for being nice and loving and kind.
Bye to a Wonderful Soul, My Granny
I wasn’t there when the fire flamed high
I wasn’t there when the last words were uttered
I wasn’t there to hold her hand firmly
To prevent the soul from leaving us
But my each heartbeat synced with hers
Have come to an end.
Now I live with memories…
A book of memories which keeps me forever
Next to my grandma… the epitome of unconditional love
Now there’s no one at home eagerly awaiting my calls,
No more delicious pickles I wolf down,
No more of that wrinkled soft skin I play with.
Oh! How I wish if a boon I had…..
God if you please… bring back my grandma
As hale and hearty as ever.
Guts and Bad Things
My guts hurt
that is so sad
I might throw up
that would be bad
my mom would be mad
and so would my dad
Jehovah
I like him he is the best
He supports you and me
He is my hero
People say that others are heroes
He’s the only one here that is a hero
He supports our houses
and give us love
Can’t You see the creation I see?
You must ask who gives us these pretty things
Well, you see he created you and me
And we should thank him everyday
Like thank your parents, for being kind
Jehovah the best you must say
Simile and Metaphor
I am like a wild dog when I run
I light up like the sun when I am happy
I do homework so quickly, time is a thief.
When It rains I feel broken hearted
But I have a bubbly personality when I go to school
I sleep just as a bear that snores loudly
I am as active as a kite that flies high