Poems

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Popjam is cool
Popjam is like school

Who created the world
Who created the universe
Who created life
It’s our saviour Jesus
Praise to the Lord
He sacrificed himself
For us
For peace
Respect the Lord
Don’t make fun of him
He’s the reason why you and me exist
And he will always be!

It’s the time of year when it gets cold
We just have to hold
Our warmth
The time when we play with snow
Sometimes the snow is high, sometimes the snow is low
But what I know
Is that the snow will be there

Remember World War One?
1914 it begun.
Tons of soldiers risked their life,
Going away for years away from their kids and wife.
Most of them died,
They were lucky if they survived.
They died from poison gas and got shot,
The soldiers wanted us to be free so they fought.
When the war ended poppies grew on the battlefields,
A man called John McCrae made a poem about it called In Flanders Fields.
Every one loves it so much,
Because it gave the battlefields a heart warming touch.
The war finally ended in 1918 and Britian and France won,
Today we thank them a ton.
So now we wear poppies to remember our heroes,
Because they are not zeroes.
Remembrance Day is the 11th of November on the 11th hour the exact same time the war ended,
We have 2 minutes to remember and think about the soldiers who commended.
That’s Remembrance Day,
So remember to shout for our soldiers hip hip hooray!

It was Christmas Day,
The Germans put down their guns,
And celebrated.

They found a football,
The score was unimportant,
It was a great day.

I remember when life was good
I runner across the vast forest
Insects landed upon my skin to drink
I wore lily-pads like medals

Nothing but peace
But it didn’t last for long
Since that time, was a sweet time
A gone time
A time before factories grew
Brick by brick they brought pollution
That killed thousands of fish
That lived in me

They left me standing in dark shadows
Shrunken to the size of a sewer
They all forgot me
I, who lived through history
I, who has seen hamlets become villages
Villages become towns
Towns become cities
Kicked out of my natural habitat
And putted into a prison-like sewer
Beneath the still,bright stars.

My friend’s name is Faith
She is very nice
and kind
I will always be her friend
share times with Faith

I see him – I look shyly down towards the poem I write,
He approaches me and sits down beside me
And says make me happy,
I drew a cute picture and wrote a caption that said…
smile and smile, grin for many miles,
happiness doesn’t cost a penny,
It doesn’t cost a penny for any person – any.

The whistling of a solitary owl;
The wrinkled sea ahead,
He stands on top of the clouds.

The roaring of a lone eagle;
He is up on the tallest tree,
Rocking from side to side, branch to branch.

I am crying for my love, crying out loud,
He is in the army and I am so proud.
But he may get hurt,
Lying on the ground with a torn shirt, with a torn shirt.
Blood may be pouring out of his head
And the blood may be claret red.

The trenches are dark, deep and damp
There is not one single lamp
When he comes home
He might think he’s in Rome
And speak Italian
Like he’s fighting in a battalion.

I’m hoping he will make sober friends.
If he falls out he will make amends
He is not extremely brave.
But when the need arises, grave.
I love him so I hate to think he’s dead.
“Oh, poor you,” my sympathetic friends would have said.