Poems

Sometimes the truth can be hard
Hard to consume
Hard to digest
Hard to move on from
But it is the truth
Conceal it
And you only delay the pain
Conceal it
And you only feel guilty
Conceal it
And you have to tell a thousand more lies
And yet despite this
Sometimes it is necessary
Crucial
To make sure the person does not run away
From the bitter truth
Sometimes it’s better to lock it away

You feel different from the rest,
you want to get something off your chest,
you feel all twitchy when you are around people,
people you don’t know,
everything has to be perfect,
no red and blue mixed up,
no crisp packets opened the wrong way around,
you are not comfortable in a crowd,
you like to be alone,
you are always quiet
and only talk when asked.

Hi Rosie, there’s no poem here. Roast chicken was blank, too. Just a title.

On my way to feed the cattle in the morning sun,
Two collie dogs following, nipping at the cattle’s feet,
The calves are bleating,
Hens are laying,
Seven cats roaming around,
Ducks waddling in a line,
Following the drake as they go!
Moo, Quack, Woof, Meow,
Life of a farm girl.

There is someone special in my life,
that someone will hug me tight,
they’d hug me tight if I were scared,
they’d hug me tight
so I’d know they’re there,
they’re there for me when times are bad,
when times are good or bad,
I’m scared I’d say,
they’d hug me tight,
I’m scared I’d say,
they’d hug me tight,
when times are good or bad, when times are good or bad.

In the rainforest there are amazing creatures,
Animals who would probably gobble up teachers,
Predator and prey,
Who roam around the forest every day

Millions of species,
Some might have diabetes,
Animals might stay in a group,
Maybe can throw into a basketball hoop

In the rainforest live tribes,
May have listen to mad vibes,
They hunt for food,
If an animal comes near the animal is screwed

Sadly people are cutting down trees,
Imagine the police come and say FREEZE!!,
They would probably go to jail,
They would probably feed him a snail

However we can stop this,
Then the flowers will be in bliss,
This will not happen any more,
Their heads will get crushed to the floor

This is a threat to the rainforest,
You can help, even if your a florist,
Help us in some way,
And stop deforestation today.

Mindfulness
you don’t play
you can sleep
up on my hay
you can do it in the day
do it at night
maybe when It is bright
it is up to you
and you and you and YOU
I understand you want to be
in a pool
the mindfulness
makes you feel cool

School is cool
because I learn skipping
go noddle and boxing
I can do all of it
I like writing a poem
I can learn much
Reading is cool to practice