I’m Jamie,
The dinosaur who fell of a cliff,
I’m crying, because, my friends got shot by a U.F.O.
But, I can make new friends, here in the jungle!
Oh, hi, Tyrannosaurus Rex the Bex,
Your still alive,
Want some CHILDREN?!
Oh, you do?
O.K., let’s GOOOOOOOOOO!
Poems
My Toaster!
Ping Ping, Toast for Breakfast,
Yum like a WAFFLE…! I love it with Jam,
my heart fills with joy!
“CRUNCH!” goes the Toast
when you eat it.
Oh, I feel toasty enough for 1000000 more!
My Life
My life is very simple you see,
it is more than just about me.
I’ll laugh, I’ll cry, but I’ll always be
the daughter of some lovely parents!
I have a lot of friends, more than you can count,
they are all lovely, no doubt.
I have an amazing family,
what a wonderful family tree,
and I know one thing for sure,
my life is full of glee!
My Dreams – a Poem about Slavery
My dreams are here to stay,
Not to be crushed,
Despite other people’s actions,
Because of my colour.
Their hearts of cold iron,
Making me do this,
Rocks balancing on my head,
My dreams are here to stay.
Stench of defeat
In my bones,
Everyone is frozen with fear,
My dreams are here to stay.
I’m missing the colour of the sun,
Thinking of the blue sky,
When will my freedom appear?
My dreams are here to stay.
Hope is a fragile seed.
Right now,
My dreams are here to stay,
Lost in a sea of nameless faces,
I need to be remembered,
Here I am.
My dreams are here to stay.
Hurting Toe
There was once a girl
Who hurt her toe.
Although it really hurt
She still wanted to sew.
Her sister Arissa
Was five years old.
She never did
What she was told.
Her brother Armaan,
Was very happy.
He was going to be 14
Although he was still flappy.
The Blitz
German planes zooming around,
Dropping bombs upon the ground,
Air raid wardens warn to hide,
While the army build towers in the tide,
Everyone hears the sirens go off,
And when smoke comes from the bombs people start to cough,
Soon the war has ended,
And everything started to get mended,
Now people can live their lives again,
And pray to God, thank you, amen.
Crocodile – Part 2
He is still lurking in that lake
Waiting to bite off people’s legs
He waits there quietly
Until one day
A human gets into the lake!
The Crocodile snaps
But the human has a weapon to scare him away
He swam for miles with his big smug smile
But he was never seen again
That was the poem of the crocodile!
A Vase of Flowers
Standing there on a window sill
tall and proud
brightly colored the petals are
the earth is rather brown
the vase is pale pink
the leaves are short and round
a sweet smell fills the room
the bees are all around
The Words
We stood on the balcony of his house,
When those very words came out of his mouth
He hugged me tight and then he said…
I love you darling more than anyone else.
He looked at me,
I smiled a lot,
You are like my flower,
You’re the sun in the sky,
You’re the one that makes my life,
You are beautiful,
You are brave,
I love you dear,
I’m not afraid!
