Poems

I look and see extraordinary things. Colours.
The colour of winter, Ice and snow.
White.
White brings friendship peace and hope.
But where there is white there is black.
A void sucking hope, friendship and joy and changing them,
making depression, loneliness and hopelessness.

There is beauty in all things, including fire.
Red, orange, yellow.
The colours of blood, sunset, joy.
Red with its love and anger but also blood with its pain.
Orange, the colour of autumn and sunsets.
Yellow, that brings summer, joy, happiness.
The colour of fun and relaxation.

Life. Humans, animals and plants alike.
The colour of spring, green with its plants and lush settings.
But also blue, an overlooked colour of life.
Sky and sea.
The oceans were the first destination of the rollercoaster of life,
but then again, drowning.

If you sit back and relax,
you’ll see the colours of our world.

The leaves rustled,
The wind whistled,
The mud squelched,
It was the sound of beauty.
The pigs oinked,
The cow mooed,
The chicken clucked,
It was the sound of animal chit-chat.
I could see trees,
I could see leaves,
I could see flocks of birds,
I could see herds of sheep,
It was nature.

I feel like Pluto out in space,
Downgraded and neglected because of my race.
It’s just like society down on Earth,
People are irrelevant because of their birth.
We hear the environment weep and cry,
But the best we’ve done is let it die.
Icebergs melting creatures’ homes destroyed,
Whilst the government leaders think our cries are absurd.
Mother nature watches in dismay,
As the people of Earth throw the environment away.
Me on Pluto, I’m happy and safe,
But the people of Earth are looking for a second place.
But I will not let this planet be corrupted,
So my planet will not be abducted.

If you are me,
you know how it feels and how it gets you.
Nothing can take it away.
It will always stay with you.
If it is what you pop your passion into
you can achieve anything.

Artists are people with imaginations
It is how they get the ability to form creations.
What a talent they are
Wow, they are stars
All sorts of stuff
Just make you wanna go puff
We can sure see the creativity
I wonder how they get their motivity?
Well the visions we see
Are amazing don’t you agree
You can create what you see
But for now the visions upon these
Will stay here and be
What ever you can see.

Trees on fire
The earth is dire
And it’s all because of us
Animals dying
Pollution flying
And it’s all because of us
But we are not doomed yet
Because we can stop this threat
If we stop this now I bet
Just be globally friendly
And if we all start now
We might be able to all bow
Because we saved the world

I think of myself as a strong noble hill
Willing to stand for what I believe in
But on the inside I’m thoughtful and caring
Like the hill I am is hollow
I imagine myself standing alone
with different views and opinions, a lone wolf

Some say I’m clever
And I am but in my own unique way
I get different answers because I see different questions
I don’t understand things that others find easy
But what they find hard I find easy

Everyone thinks I’m energetic and bright
But sometimes I’m not
I’m always doing things before I think
I’m different compared to other people
I like being different

Perfect eyesight that’s what my brother has,
He says he could be a pilot and all that jazz.

But it’s only vision that’s short-sighted for me,
Life in 2020 I can clearly see.

Coronavirus arrived and changed how we live,
Remain at home was advice the Prime Minister tried to give.

How school changed learning through Teams,
The new norm, my lessons and teachers on screens.

But in all the worry and numbers of deaths the news told us,
Lockdown life was different with less of the fuss.

Appreciating keyworkers and clapping with others,
I spoke more to friends and with my grandmothers.

I discovered my bike and cycling in the wood,
And family walks as the car on the drive it just stood.

My telescope, out of the box it finally came,
The night sky clear, the stars so bright they looked aflame.

Flour, sugar, butter and eggs came out for baking,
A weekly conveyor belt of cakes we were making.

And so we wait for a vaccine to be made,
Hopefully a cure and not just a Band-Aid.

We carry on social distancing and in our school bubble,
Until coronavirus goes and gives us no more trouble.

A world of magic,
One full of beasts.
A world of magical gadgets,
One of things yet to be released.

Imagination that has gone wild,
Visions that have run free.
Imagination of a child,
Visions that make me an escapee.

A world of magic,
One full of beasts.
A world of magical gadgets,
One of things yet to be released.

Imagination of a world,
Visions of my own.
Imagination I observe,
Visions that are yet to be known.