Poems

Magic is not always there,
But if you look with a lot of care,
You could find what you want to be there,
Whether it’s mermaids, fairies, unicorns or elves,
The first thing to do is find the magic in yourself,
If you believe it will come to you,
Anything can happen which you want to.

1 Birds, crows flying all around,
Squarking and barking.
3 Being safe and sound,
It is really remarking.
5 Kicking the football all around,
singing a song while walking around.
7 We need to be safe and sound,
While going on the round-about.
9 This the the end of the magnificent poem,
I hope you have a really good time.

 * * * * * * WINNING POEM * * * * * * 

He leapt through the forest,
Brushing past the clouds,
With eyes; blurry, teary and confused
With trembling lips, he began murmuring
To the snickering streams
And the beautiful, babbling brooks
Yet somehow they ignored him
He swiveled around and saw the soldiers,
All perspiring, panting and blood-stained
Yet they never gave up galloping,
On their thundering, pounding stallions
For they were after him
But they didn’t want the boy,
They wanted his legacy,
Woven into the lion skin, draped around his chest
He stroked the spellbinding embroidery,
Which made up a bull,
Woven by his grandmother’s needle and thread,
It still held the fragrance,
Of her sweet sandalwood
As she lay writhing in the embrace of death,
And gradually passed away,
Suddenly, from within him,
A majestic bull leapt out
With beady eyes and ivory horns,
It picked the soldiers by their collars,
And hurled them away,
And just as the boy reached out to thank it,
The bull began to fade away,
And crouching within the shadowy bushes,
Of the forest,
The boy began pondering and wondering,
How was it that within his frail old grandma’s fingers
This valiant, charging bull had thrived?
And woven into the lion cloth on his chest,
The bull smiled up at him,
His beady eyes glimmering with his dying grandma’s
Mystical Magic

Fairies are as tiny as a mouse
though their magic is powerful.
The fairy’s magic
is fantastic.
Their magic is full of colors
which is loved by others.
They secretly play funny jokes
on almost every folk.
Oh! How magical are fairies!

Rings of gold above their head,
White magic defeats the red.
Devils gone before my eyes,
Angels fly like butterflies.

Horns of death on their head,
Dislike white but love blood red.
Angels turn dark within their touch,
Devils love to kill very much.

The battle arena as the overworld,
A tornado of madness swirls.
Magic of white,
Magic of red,
Swirl together and messes with you head.

I was walking down the beach
when a tail swished in the sea
The possibility of this my mind could not reach
Oh My! Oh Golly Me!
A beautiful mermaid, the most beautiful I’d ever seen
swished it’s tail in the sea

I was walking down the park path when a trotting came down the road
When a glimmering light gleamed down from what I could see
My walking had slowed
Oh My! Oh Golly Me!
A gorgeous unicorn, the most sparkly I had ever seen
had a glimmering horn that gleamed

I was walking to my home
When a roar came from the woods
A creature with a mouth full of foam
Oh My! Oh Golly Me!
A fierce dragon, with glowing red eyes
had roared from the woods

I opened the front door and went to sleep
when a shining light flew around
It happened while I was counting sheep
Oh My! Oh Golly Me!
A jingling fairy, her wings spread out wide
flew around the room in a glide

Oh My! Oh Golly Me!
What a day!
What a day!
This day has made me sway

Well oh well
Oh well oh well
Time for another day