Poems

While you are sleeping giant, your own bed is hidden,
She sits quietly, because it’s pretty cool,
Waiting momentarily to print your house!
He held his back down,
It has a big black eyes,
His gorgeous legs can cover his head,
He wonders why he likes it under the bed?
She loves cottage cheese and eggs,
She loves breaking more food,
When he wakes up, he is always twelve,
Throw out all the other meals,
This is usually an old bread or a mask cheese,
He easily closes the rotten objects
Finally, she goes back to her bed
So the giant sits on his head,
He reprinted the next night!

The day was dark
Nothing could we find
We forget what it was like
Not to feel pain
And sadness
Blinded by darkness
Stumbling to nowhere
The weight of a heavy heart
Slowing us down
Each breath, like breathing shattered glass

And yet,
Despite all this,
A small butterfly
Just a flutter of hope
Burning like fuel
Kept us going
For while everything else has abandoned us
Nobody can let go
Of that little flutter of hope

As magenta as a spiky dragon fruit.
As purple as a shiny amethyst.
As red as human blood.
As blue as the salty ocean.
As green as clinging ivy.

Once I had a dream,
It was about a dragon,
It had glitter emerald eyes
And beautiful, colourful body.

It only loved me.
But what about me and Nancy?
OK, let’s ask them,

But it was a dream
So we can’t ask them.
But why, huh? The time has already gone.

So yeah, Natalia.
OK I get it now,
No more dream now,
Now time to start the day,
BYE BYE DREAM

HELLO SUNSHINE
!YAY!

Please let me out of my cold cage at night
So I can stretch my wings
Please let me out of my cold cage at night

Black-grey clouds grow over me
A lash of lightning strikes me
The roaring thunder charges towards me
It starts to rain like someone dropped tea
I feel like I am riding on a lightning bolt
Lightning bolts are roots that try and take over the world!
It comes in different colours
It comes in magical shapes
I wonder where it comes from
It might come from the sun…
I explode…

There’s this place in school
Where poems are put up
Several of mine were there
I was like the poet laureate
Of the school
I decided to send
A few more poems
Two poems
One long
And the other longer
I wrote them down
On pieces of paper
And put them inside the box
The next day I expected
To see my poem on the board
I ran to the board
But didn’t see my poems
I was dejected
Were my poems bad?
Were my poems really that bad?
I will never ever put
A poem written
On a small sheet of paper
Inside the box
I promised myself
The next day
I just went to see
What poems had been put up
And there it was
The poems written by me!

Books are to study
Books are fun
They help us in learning
They give us knowledge to understand
And have morals.

Books of all kinds are there
Fully books, Story books,
Adventure books,
All kinds
Whenever alone read a book,
Always remember books are fun
Never be careless with books
You will need them everywhere you go.