You Can, I Can

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by Baraka Adaodat Juliette

This is to all who said I can’t,
You were right, I can’t stand losing,
You were right, I can’t be as I was yesterday,
You were right, I can’t be the same as the rest,
But I have been me all along.

My mama taught me to respect all,
I also learned to respect all those who respect themselves,
But I can’t respect those who don’t respect,
I’m me, me, me that respects God, my country, myself and those who respect me.

I don’t need you to understand me, but let me be me,
This is time I have to stop contemplating my past,
Wait a minute there is something I need to tell y’all,
I don’t try I do, I don’t care.

Love’s Reality

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by Teejay Johnson

It’s crazy how one person can change your life,
That’s the thing about love
At first, everything about it seems to make sense
But the deeper you get the more you realise
you don’t know anything at all.
Love teaches you,
love changes you.
Love makes you do things you never thought you could do,
It can bring out the best in us,
or the worse.
Love can destroy you.
I’m yet to get my head around it,
or make it back to reality,
but some people never try to escape,
they just can’t let go of their fantasies.

Giants

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by Paul aged 10

There is a rumbling and a groaning
and the ground shakes
because of these giants
It is why we get earthquakes
They get blind when they see light
go near them and they will fight
so now you know that these giants are bad
Don’t go near them and I will be very glad

Ballet

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by Sofia N aged 11

I’d dance all night
Like I’d never danced before
Twirling around
At an elegant ball
Dancing and prancing is what I love
So please let me dance for all and above

The Factory on Mars

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by Jemima:) aged 10

Here’s what to imagine in this poem
Close your eyes and think about
Climbing in a rocket ship
Putting your seatbelt on

Starting up the engine
Then soaring through the clouds
Reaching the scolding atmosphere
Flying into space

In your mind you’re thinking
What a marvellous place
Gliding past the constellations
Zooming around the moon

Until finally you come to Mars
An unusual sight meets your eyes
Smoke billowing in the wind
Not smoke from a volcano though, something very different

You fly in closer to investigate
What is going on
You get a whiff of chocolate
Feel a tingling on your tongue

You stop at a square metal building
Park in the company car park
You creep up to the window
Finding loads of little

Aliens!
Millions of the things
Eight eyes on antennae
Red bodies like gumdrops

You jump down out of sight
And wonder what to do
Spy on a mini worker
Taking out the trash

Tons and tons of machinery
Press, shape, BASH!
The smell of chocolate overwhelming now
You crawl under a machine

Snatch down a squishy, rectangly object
Sniff it, prod it, poke it
Have a little lick
Tastes sort of familiar

Not a Galaxy nor a Twix
But what could it be?
I’ve got it!
It’s a Mars bar, obviously

You fill a bucket with them
Decide to run away
Just as you start running
You start to hear one say

“Catch her, she’s a thief!!!”
Alarms begin to sound
You rush back through the doors
Fingers wrapped tightly around the bucket

Jump back in your space ship
Put your seatbelt on
Oh, you know all that stuff
Let’s skip the rocket ship things

So now you’re in your spaceship
Setting off in space
The culprit of the crime
In an epic high-speed chase

You reach your nice back garden
Safe and sound on Earth
Mum calls you in for tea
Oblivious to your incredible journey

Just a little later
You’re climbing in to bed
Close your eyes and fall to sleep
Dreaming wonderful things

That’s all I have to tell
About something unbelievable
That was my adventure
To the factory on Mars

The Dying Plant

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by Harshita Das aged 11

Its leaves were brown and hardened
Its touch was hard and cold
Turned to crisp from a tender stem
A fresh green plant that now looked old

Its twigs were weak, its branches falling
Its bark was hollow with rotting wood
Soon enough there’d be nothing but a stump
Where the majestic tree once stood

Petals facing down, ashamed to show
Old and wilted, dull and grey
A brightly coloured flower it was
Back when it was young

Seeing these old and dying plants
Fills my heart with sorrow
Not for the old plants who have withered away
But because there isn’t a new generation
To take their place

The Small Lit Lamp

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by Harshita Das aged 11

The small lit lamp
Glowed in the dark alley
Beside a gloomy street
It stood small
Humbly giving light
To passing travellers
Who didn’t even
Glance in its direction
Unaware
Of the many lives it had saved

Gliding

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by Harshita Das aged 11

The white dove
Gliding through the air
Beneath the shade
Of the majestic trees
The Sun behind its face
It flapped to gain altitude
It spread its wings
And soared through the forest

Remember, Remember

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by Melissa aged 10

Remember, remember
remember the heroes
remember everyone
remember 1939 and 1945
remember the soldiers
remember you and me
remember the lost lives of the world wars

My Mum

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by Alana Ellison aged 9

My mum is my friend,
She turns my frown upside down,
And sometimes acts like a clown.

If I ever feel lonely,
My mum is always friendly,
My MUM is AMAZING.