The Move

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by Annabelle U.

I was alone on the floor of my room
It was dark but still lit
I sat on my phone talking to my friends
Then, a paragraph appeared
I read it, and stopped smiling
My best friend was moving
My heart dropped to my feet
And my eyes filled with tears
I blinked, and they fell like glass
The more my glassy tears fell
The more my heart broke
I couldn’t stop now
I wailed and whined, I sat there
Sitting in my own sorrow
My phone was buzzing but I ignored it
Who knew you could feel so lonely,
Even if you weren’t alone
I dried my tears and went downstairs
My mom was cleaning and then she saw me
She asked what was wrong
I told her and cried again
I was in her arms being held tight
But felt like I was surrounded by cold
My heart was heavy about her move
We’ve never been this far
But the only thing I could think of
Was her being gone.

 

The Road Taken

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by Avisha Tyagi

The nature is so fond of self,
where I lost myself.
The two road diverging in night,
where I could not find any light.

One was less travelled but going too far,
whereas the other was full of stars.
First road was having a moon,
which was going to shine so soon.

I decided to travel the first road,
as patience and consistency was being stored.
I could travel the first road as it was full of pace,
but I want to shine like a moon in space.

I decided to travel the first road to be a moon,
but a road sign came ahead so soon.
It did not say “this way is best”
but your journey starts beyond this sign and later rest.

I chose a path not knowing why,
as I thought I would later cry.
That small step so quiet said,
because its the path where life was laid.

I wished to escape the world with such height,
and walked on a path that I felt right.
The nature is so fond of self,
where I lost myself.

The Girl

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by Vi

SLAP
The girl doesn’t know how it feels
She doesn’t know I’m tempted
This is private
You DON’T really know me
How I feel
She doesn’t know
She fights me
And I get told off
She cursed at me
I just cried
All my “Friends” go off with her
The girl doesn’t know how it feels.

I Love

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by Archie Allen

I love my queen
She is my dream
The most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen
Her name is Jolene
I love my princess
Her name is Charlotte
And her sister Margaret.
They are sisters
Yet I can be their misters
Their beautiful luscious hair
Flowing everywhere
I just stop and stare
I will always be there.
Although I love them all
I must not fall
For no one else other then Harrison.

I Love School

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by Harry

I love school
You don’t know how much
You hate school
Like a bad gorilla

Mrs Marshall

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by Finley Strawhorn

To Mrs. Marshall, With Gratitude

In the classroom’s gentle glow,
Where seeds of knowledge softly grow,
Mrs. Marshall stands with grace,
Guiding each young mind’s embrace.

With patience deep and kindness true,
She paints the world in vibrant hue.
Lessons bloom like flowers bright,
In her care, we take our flight.

Through challenges, she leads the way,
Turning night into the day.
A beacon shining ever clear,
Her wisdom is our guiding sphere.

So here’s to you, our cherished guide,
With gratitude, we stand beside.
For every lesson, every smile,
You make our journey worthwhile.

Rain

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by Farwa

Rain — the beauty behind happiness,
So many smiles it leaves behind.

The scene looks cheerful and joyful,
Raindrops bring comfort to the mind.

Look! The clouds begin to gloom,
Yet the people start to shine.

Rain — the beauty behind happiness,
And the home of many dreams.

The dreams of people everywhere,
The dreams of those the rain redeems.

Days Of The Week

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by Pranav Singh Neta

Monday comes so quietly,
begins the new journey.
The alarm clock rings early,
and I haven’t done a thing.

Tuesday brings more energy,
I already feel so young.
A new day begins,
the sun smiles in the wind.

Wednesday stands in the middle,
with work and steps to take.
But soon it’s over,
half the week is in the lake.

Thursday sounds cheerful,
we move forward happily.
Friday is so near,
how wonderful, hooray!

Friday is welcome,
the week has flown by.
We’re already dreaming of sleep,
of the weekend – oh my!

Saturday brings the laughter,
we do things at a leisurely pace.
No stress, no “Must do, now!”
Just peace in every place.

Sunday is very still,
because everyone wants to rest.
A book, some tea, a glance –
and then it’s back again

Echoes of Kindred Spirits

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by Ruby

Two souls woven, like threads of fine lace,
In the tapestry of time, we’ve found our place.
With every heartbeat, a cadence we share,
In the rhythms of life, we dance without care.

In the Quiet Aftermath

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by Ruby

In the Quiet Aftermath
In the soft whisper of night’s embrace,
Where shadows linger and silence has a face,
Your laughter dances on the edges of dreams,
A fragile echo, unravelling at the seams.
The empty chair, a monument to grace,
Holds the warmth of memories, time cannot erase.
Each heartbeat a reminder of words left unsaid,
In the garden of longing where the petals are shed.
I trace your name in the cool autumn air,
A ghost in the sunlight, woven with care.
Though time may weave its relentless thread,
In every tear, a story, in every sigh, you’re not dead.
You are the whisper of wind through the trees,
The flicker of starlight, the soft hush of the seas.
In laughter, in sorrow, in moments that gleam,
You reside in my heart, in the fabric of dream.
So I carry you gently, you’re never far away,
In the rhythm of life, in the dawn’s silver ray.
For love like ours, though the body may part,
Lives on in the echoes, forever in my heart.