Freedom

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by Julia aged 12

wing
fly high
as liberty
has begun

I Eat My Feelings

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by Isobel Heppelthwaite

I eat my feelings.
They come with a pinch, or several pinches of salt,
sometimes sugar,
insisting that it can cure the thudding tears,
a donut,
though I am not hungry,

I actually just ate from the silent boredom
which told me to do so before,
but this time I will be fixed, if I devour its sweetness,
my heart break cured.

But when I look at what is meant to be my reflection,
A girl two sizes too big for her size ten skinnies,
Wondering why,
the tears come flooding back.

They say,
Time for another donut

Mylo the Cat

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by Aylie Bruce aged 9

Mylo the cat is a pest
Mylo the cat is cute
Mylo the cat is greedy
Mylo the cat is funny
Mylo the cat is a scardy cat
Mylo the cat is my brother
Mylo the cat is my best friend
Mylo the cat is my cat

A Boy I Know

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by Kelsey Wellard aged 13

I met a boy
who is really cute
but when I found out
he was going out with my best friend
I was upset
She tried to pretend she wasn’t
even though he told me he was
but then the other day he…
asked me out
of course I said

YES
I was so happy
but now we have broken up
I still have a crush on him
but then
so does my best friend

Unicorns and Cats Don’t Mix

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by Maggie aged 10

Unicorns and cats don’t mix ,
even though they are like kicks,
so I ask you
imagine a cat with a horn
or a unicorn with whiskers
That’s why
unicorns and cats don’t mix.

A Night Animal

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by Jessica Brogan aged 8

a red coat
a soft body
an animal eater
a bad smell
a fast runner

Best Friends

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by Maggie aged 10

best friends, best friends
some you can trust but some you can doubt
never trust a stranger
but trust your friends
because the will always have faith in you.

Halloween

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by Harshita Das aged 11

Halloween is finally here
Bringing spooks galore
It also brought pumpkins and such
And costumes from the store

A vampire, a witch
Creepy ghosts and more
And candy hunters?
Children at the door

River

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by Harshita Das aged 11

It speeds up, like the winds
The waters, crystal clear
Never stable, crooked and tricky
Boulder to boulder it steers

Plunging deep, by the fall
As cold as a winter storm
Yet sometimes, it’s calm and steady
As if its heart is indeed warm

It crashes on the rocks so hard
Splattering drops, here and there
Violent and unforgiving
Spreading like fire, everywhere

As fast as a hundred horses
As swift and vigilant as a deer
As beautiful as out nature
Strong, without any fear

Even when it finally ends
It gives itself to the ocean to fill
Then, in the ocean it lies
Calm and absolutely still

Children Day

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by Harshita Das aged 11

Let’s be happy and play
Right on children’s day

I will cuddle in my mother’s lap
And wish to never grow
To be small and happy
Oh! I am happy so

It’s Children’s day
To remind me I am small
To remind be to be a child
To reassure me that it’s okay to fall

It’s Children’s day
Oh! The unlimited desire and joy
To be free
To play with a toy