Poems

8 x 2 = the teacher will say.
18, Jake answers.
Nope, Liam, teacher said.
Teacher, is it 16?
Correct, the teacher will say.

if you think unicorns are real read on.

I wish unicorns were real
so I could fly up high in the sky
I wonder why there are no unicorns
My friend said, Wake up, this not a dream
I’m not a boring bean
or the Queen

Food is the best
chicken and rice
without any mice
I like pizza .

I am Apple,
A girl with really nothing to lose,
A mum who I hardly know,
A sister appearing out of nowhere,
Blinded by teen hood,
Reminded I’m less fortunate than others,

I am Apple ,
A girl who loves writing,
Sacrificed some things that matter most to me
A girl who is beginning to see what reality is,
Who is now seeing who really is special,
Who really matters,

Inspired by Apple and Rain
by Sarah Crossan

Dogs are the best
don’t you think?
Better than the rest
that’s why I’m so obsessed
You can play and say Hey!
Let’s not play with boring clay
Have fun with dogs
definitely not logs
as long as there are no frogs
Take it to the park but not into class
in case it might break the glass

Our toys are just joys
we play as well as throw
mostly when were low
Sometimes we can be like a glow
in the hall.
When I play with a ball
I feel very tall
as tall as a castle.
Children play on any normal day
just say I love my toys
HEY!
WHAT A WONDERFUL TIME OF DAY
We can play hide and seek
I promise I won’t peek
I went to the shop and got a lot
a candle stick maker to go with my grater
a doll that was as small as a ball
a dog as big as a log
and the best of all
a ginormous toy car that moved.

dear mom
you are cool
I love you so much
I know you love me too
PS did I make you sad?

Now Gurtle is sad his poem is not here
Now he started to live in the air
Poem people please post Gurtle’s poem if you care

Someone changed my poem and I think I know who
These people who watch me alter and change
They think we need to change but I say, says who
They really stink like dead possums but they need to stop
It’s making me mad!!!!!!
P.S I’m Gurtle!

A turtle named Gurtle is my friend
He’s with me to the end
He might eat fish and dog food
But he’s alright for a little shell back
This poem does not rhyme but it
Does not matter as long as I have
Gurtle
Wait, where did he go???