There once lived a small boy called Bob
He loved to cry, sook and sob
Because of all that sooking
He learnt how to do lots of cooking
Poems
English
My English teacher is making us write a poem,
a poem where everything has to rhyme,
I made a poem today. I think I will show him,
but be warned, I don’t have much time.
To make a Shakespeare poem the1st sentence and the 3rd have to have rhyme,
then the second sentence and the fourth must rhyme like the other two,
then finally have two sentences at last that rhyme. Quickly now! it’s lunchtime!
We’re almost finished. A Shakespeare poem! I know i don’t have a clue.
We’re on the last two sentences, we’ve almost finished a Shakespeare poem!
Now, where’s my English teacher? i think i might go and show him…
Never Give Up
I am scared
Scared of what is to come
What I am supposed to be?
Who I am supposed to be?
Who will be my friends
And who will be there for me?
Every moment
I am worried
But I won’t let that bring me down!!!
This is a poem about why it is so important
To never give up
Just dream about the positive
And let the days come
And let the nights come
Let the world be your playground
Never give up
Kelp Lake
All dressed in black
I hide at the back
No one is happy
It is the death of a young laddie
Everyone weeps
All of his peeps
No one is happy
It is the death of a young laddie
The village cries for help
It was the kelp
No one is happy
It is the death of a young laddie
Lies at the bottom of the lake
The world has to take
No one is happy
It is the death of a young laddie
Stuck in a panic
Roads are manic
No one is happy
It is the death of a young laddie
My Friends
My friends are the best
We never fall out
But just sometimes
We say the word doubt
On our birthdays
We visit each other
But Jesus said
Love one another
Lost Love
I met an angel
The day I met her
her beauty was enchanting, refined, eloquent and divine
her face so sweet
her eyes so hypnotizing
the sweet smell of her perfume
still lingers in my mind.
Deep fiery auburn hair, like the fires of the sun
her skin so white, delicate, and smooth
We spoke
we laughed
a mind so profound
an articulation of speech so rare
friend of joy
comforting when sad
time too short, an eternity of desire
The sorrow that I feel
a broken heart
Where are you lost love?
the story is once told
the time has passed
remember me lost love
smile when you think of me
There’s a Bear on my Chair
There’s a bear on my chair,
and I just don’t care.
There’s a hare, my pear ,
an I want a dare,
because its giving me a scare
like a furious bear.