Alliterating Twisters

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by Aditi Vishwanath

The lovely little lily has less lethargy, feels less lonely and, is filled with loads and loads of laughter.

Also, the nervous new Nick is neither nerd nor normal,
instead is a nonchalant nuisance.

On the other hand, the gang of genius girls is grinning with a giggle on their grumpy, girly faces.

But, the astounding aquarium accelerates the amplifying aspiration of an anguished yet active anonymous.

Blind Love

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by Maheen Amjad aged 17

People say that love is blind;
But they don’t know the story behind.
They don’t know ’bout those sleepless nights;
Those silly laughs and countless fights.
They don’t know that when love is found;
Your heart just plays a melodious sound.
They don’t know that when we are together;
It seems as if we’ll be there forever.
They don’t know how beautiful it can be;
Young love, sweet talks and such a jocund company.
They don’t know what beauty love can hold;
It can never be altered, never be sold

Tooth Fairies

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by Emsie aged 6

Tooth Fairies, Tooth Fairies

You catch me by a knuckle

You catch my teeth

And exchange for money

Oh Tooth Fairy

Oh Tooth Fairy

I love you

Mr Brain’s New Word

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by Levi aged 8

What should I write, Mr Brain?
“Meh…”
Mr Bob H. Brain, tell me.
“You can’t hear meh,
I’m inside your head…”
Yes, I can!
“Fine, you can hear meh,
but I DON’T HAVE AN IDEA FOR A POEM!”
Grrr…

Mime Rhyme

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by Shirley Smothers aged 10

Can a mime
Make a rhyme?
Sure a mime
Can make a rhyme.
But who would
Hear it?

Oasis

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by Alia aged 9

I have an oasis

it’s up in the clouds

away from the rush

and the roar of the crowds

Kanye West

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by Alyssa aged 10

After a long day of work, Kanye West goes to his Kanye nest to have his Kanye rest.
He wakes up feeling his Kanye best.
Then he’ll get Kanye dressed on his Kanye vest to go on a Kanye quest.
Then he goes to church and gets Kanye blessed.
Then he goes to school to take his Kanye test.
He forgot to brush his teeth, did he run out of Kanye Crest?
His neighbour stole it, what a Kanye pest.

Light and Reflection

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by Harshita Das aged 12

Knowledge is the light
The more you absorb, the more you reflect
Other people see you for the light you reflect
The more you reflect,
The more they see
But where is the source of this light?
Where is the sun which shines and donates?
We are the source, the reflectors and the absorbers

Pen Touches Paper

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by Harshita Das aged 12

When pen touches the paper
It can create wonders
It makes gleaming castles
It makes artwork which makes the cruelest swoon
It makes genius

When soul touches body
When young feet touch the ground
When color touches a life
When light touches the world

They create greatness
But that only happens
When pen touches paper

Harsh Winter

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by Harshita Das aged 12

She walks elegantly and gracefully
Her head held high, like a queen’s
Her royal demeanor is desired and loved
Albeit she gives them grief

Snow clips my frozen heart
Fire does not see light within me
I bite at your bare skin
You burn when I touch you with my breeze

She is strict and hard
Her mouth is set in a frown
She is either calm or violent
No one can tell if she is happy or down

I am cruel and merciless
I destroy your food, your soil, your crops
People shiver on streets and roads
I kill without second thought

They hate her, but they do not see
Her duty, given by God
She reminds them of a very important thing
Albeit she gives them sorrow for the cause

Although I am unfeeling, I have a duty, a role
I am to make you face reality
I am to remind you, life isn’t all sunshine and rainbows
I have known no warmth, I am cold