I sat down in a garden,
And thanked God for such a peaceful life,
For everything that is alive.
I saw a cuckoo in rejoice
With such a sweet voice,
And a butterfly sucking nectar
In a happy sector.
I plead to God to never end this life,
Having such a bright light.
I praised the beauty
For this wonderful treaty.
I looked widely at nature,
And saw the variant types of creatures.
I was amused to see the variant types.
Oh Cripes! I thank you for this place,
Having such a brilliant taste,
For life and for the beauty of everything that is alive.
Poems
Bullying’s Bad
No matter what
we shouldn’t bully
it’s bad for the environment
people think it’s funny
so we need to look into it fully
it’s cruel and it hurts no matter what
it’s not fair people
kill themselves because of this
please God can we have justice?
Poetry Zone’s Birthday
Happy birthday, Poetry Zone!!!
Have the joy in May.
How old are you?
Let’s start the day!
I’ve ordered the balloons,
I’ve ordered the cake,
Where shall we celebrate?
I know, the lake!
I’ve invited lots of children,
Also Roger Stevens,
Sisters and Brothers are coming too,
Most of the brothers are Kevin’s!
I’ve made the fruit drinks,
Some candy too,
But the candy is written,
In poetry for you!
The day has ended,
We’re all here to say,
Happy birthday to you,
And have an extraordinary day!
Belief
Did you really trust me,
when you went out and
left me?
It was damp, it was scary
but you did not care
You went to a party
You didn’t believe me
You thought I was a random kid
left on its own
you forgot I was your own
It was like a bear cub left to fight
on its own
So when you came back
mad and dizzy, beating me
to the bone
That is when I ran away
from home
Home
Happy Father’s Day
You are a star in my life
You guide me, when I am lost
I learnt from you lessons that I will forever remember
Your joy was the reward for my winnings
Your soothing words were martyr to try again
And I cannot return to you your compassion with money
For when I was lost in the seas
You acted as an anchor
And brought me home
A Child’s Toy
Children fight over petty things
Squabbles and arguments over plastic junk
But, in a way, they are exactly like adults
For we fight over things too
Things that some would consider petty
Like money
And religion
Their arguments are our thefts
Their harmless fights are our murders
Their bullying is our massacres
And their street fights are our wars
All of them done for petty things
And the child’s toy is always
Money, religion and pride
Oh! My Dear Father
Right from my birth, I laid within your safe hands,
you gave me care and protection, just what I needed.
When I was hemmed in, you taught me to be bold,
to say ‘No’ to what is wrong,
and to support what is right.
When I laid sick in the bed,
you brought me dinner
and asked me if I felt better,
and fed me with your loving hands.
When I studied for long hours,
you told me ‘It’s enough’, with concern
You said ‘It’s stressful’
and told me to get refreshed.
You taught me what is wrong,
and what is right,
you told me about society, and how to act towards it.
Oh! My dear father,
what haven’t you done
to keep me safe and joyous?
There are endless words to describe you,
but for sure, I do salute you.