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Poems
If Only
If I could walk in your shoes,
I would dance in the rain,
And run through the streets.
I would retrace your steps,
And relive your most beautiful moments.
If I could see through your eyes,
I would show you how colourful the world can be,
I would paint the skies your favourite shade of blue,
And create the most beautiful art.
You were my teacher,
You showed me how to see the beauty in the world,
Even when all I saw was darkness.
So now it’s my turn,
I’ll hold the torch
And show you the way.
If only I could walk in your shoes,
If only I could see through your eyes,
If only.
Fall
We all start as that joyful green leaf
that green leaf that sways
back and forth in the endless breeze
That green leaf
that’s just sparked with happiness
through spring and summer
That green leaf that screams with excitement
exploring the world and trying to find value
That green leaf that is full of curiosity
full of humor and love
That green leaf that, as time goes by,
grows and develops and eventually starts to see change
That green leaf that starts to slow down
and steadily shows holes
That green life that is now
a mourning purple to a dangerous red
to a blinding orange to a dirty brown
to a passionless yellow
That green leaf that starts to lose strength
and has turned that exciting laugh
to an accepted and peaceful grin
That green leaf that eventually starts to fall down
to an unknown world as it replays the memories
of its life in a quick second
That green leaf that closes its eyes and
comes to a rest
School Starts
It’s the first day of secondary;
New school, new beginnings;
My mum shouts me for breakfast, I’ll be there in a minute.
I’m in a rush, don’t want to be late for the bus;
But I have to give my hair a brush.
My anxiety kicks in as I walk down the halls;
All I’m trying to think is not to fall.
Everyone is watching me;
Why can’t they just let me be?
On One Summer’s Evening
One one summer’s evening,
Walking along the beach,
Watching seagulls just out of reach,
The soft sand in between my toes,
A gentle breeze blowing me side to side,
The sea crashing behind me so wide,
The brightness of the sun,
Clouds fading in the darkness,
The sun setting on the sea,
All by myself with no one but me.
VISION
What is this before me?
Ever so colourful and bright,
And yet dark as night?
To my left, it starts to shimmer
As a swan floats through a river.
What is this illusion, that causes a feeling to cry?
Is it actually a projection inside of my eye?
The colours spin, the lake stops to shimmer,
Now a feeling so cold I start to shiver.
A thousand knives
To snatch a thousand lives,
Is this a dream or a nightmare?
And then I saw
In shock and awe
What the world for many was like.
The feeling of desperation
Mixed with my burning bright imagination
Restored my previous view once more,
And everything was colourful and bright
And the swan drifted down the river.
But as I looked back into the dark holes
Of the pleading, dying souls
I decided to let them free.
I gave them a part of my eye,
My colourful, bright imagination
And the dream of being like a swan swimming down a river.
With one eye lost
I knew the cost
For I returned the poor victims their vision.
Beauty of The Seaside
As seagulls glide through the sky,
Bubbles of waves crash and bash,
As coldness echoes through the frosted air,
Bitterness steams away at windows
As the world settles down for its winter sleep
The Suffragettes Vision
The suffragettes vision was to give girls some slack,
Not only have they succeeded but are now icons from the past ,
Women’s empowerment should be important to you,
So people can know we are not to be treated like animals in a zoo,
We are strong and powerful the way we are,
No one should be changed to become things they aren’t,
We cannot be held servants to any males with you,
As we should all be treated fairly to do,
We should continue the message as things still are not equal,
And then we rewrite the stars to our generation be the sequel,
Women were made for a reason.