Dreams
Sometimes when you have a dream,
You may wonder how it seemed,
How it got into your mind,
Or if it was a past life back in time,
All dreams are different,
No dreams are the same,
Maybe in fairytales,
Maybe in games,
But I wonder,
What I'd do,
If a dream was really true,
Some dreams are good,
Some dreams are bad,
Some dream you may of had,
Some are disasters,
Like a earthquake,
But remember you have to awake.
- Tiahn
Poem
I wish.......
That we could eat what ever we want!
Like... suger plums and candy apples.
Would anybody ask for more?
I would......
I would ask for cookies and milk.
Would anybody ask for more?
I would.......
I would ask for cotton candy and ice cream.
Would anybody ask for more?
I would.......
I would ask for brownies and carrot cake.
Would anybody ask for more?
I would not ask for any more.
- Sanchita Dhond, age 6
Outside My Window
The rain patters outside my window
Gently at first
And then stronger
It dies
And then rises again with a gust of wind
The wind howls outside my window
A whisper at first
And then stronger
It fades
And then becomes a lion roaring at its prey
A storm rages out side my window
A mere thought at first
And then grows stronger
It pauses
Then becomes a lion roaring at its prey
Time passes outside my window
Slowly at first
And then faster
It slows
It slips by unnoticed and out of reach
- Jennifer
Anew
I look outside my bedroom window out into the night.
The sky is pitch black but the stars shine very bright.
I imagine a girl much like me looking up above.
I imagine her thinking and feeling all the love.
A small breeze blew through the window,
making me shudder.
It reminds me the world isn't perfect,
and we haven't got another.
So tomorrow we must try a little harder,
push a little farther.
In our fight to presurve this magical place,
that is the center of all human race.
Tomorrow we must,
stop the killing,
stop the hunger,
stop the chilling.
Tomorrow we must start anew,
And make the world better for me and you.
- Maggie Thomas
When You Cry
It starts to come when someone dies
The pain you feel as your eyes swell
Bad tears fill up in the wells
The burn starts to choke you up
Words come out slow and sudden
You close your eyes and wonder why
That there's a burning when you cry
When you left it felt like hands around my throat
I couldn't talk, I couldn't see
The burn overwhelmed me
My heart is heavy
That is why you get the burn when you cry
It digs down deep
and you can into sleep
you toss-n-turn in your sheets
Awaken with sobs and wet pillow cases
You wonder aimlessly looking to the sky
You feel the burn when you cry
- Ashley Jones
Litter
Litter litter everywhere
People so busy they
Don't care throwing
Papers on the ground
Are there any bins to be found?
Whatever happened to tidy towns?
- Lisa Colley, age 12, Strokestown, County Roscommon, Ireland
(Untitled)
It's not old
It's not new
It's never what you expect
It's never repeated
It's not fair
It's not boring
It's never understood
It's never fake
It's not serious
It's not one way
It's never the other
It's never controlled
It's not free
It's not shameless
It's never yours
It's never mine
It's not his
It's not hers
It's never what you wanted
It's life
- Heather Baker, age 16, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
How
How can you say that you love me?
How can you say that you care?
How can you say that you love me?
When tomorrow you might not even be there.
How can you say that your feelings
Will forever stay steady and true?
How can you say that your feelings
Will never, not ever, fall through.
How in God's name can you say this?
How can you promise you'll stay?
How in God's name can you say this?
When tomorrow you'll seem far away.
How can you say our love's stronger?
Stronger than ever before?
How can you say our love's stronger?
When I don't even know you anymore.
How can I say I don't love you?
When I cry every night before bed.
How can I say I don't love you?
When I can't get you out of my head.
How can it be that it's ending?
I thought we would always stay strong.
How can it be that it's ending?
Where did things start to go wrong?
I want you to know that I love you,
That my love will not falter a day.
I want you to know that I love you,
Now let's go on our separate ways.
- Heather Baker, age 16, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Baby
She's got brown hair
down to her ears
And bright blue eyes
that hide secrets.
In her mind the world is perfect,
Just her, and her toys, and her mom.
She loves it all
until the blackness comes
And she is put in her cage.
The fluffy floor, the open top,
the endless bars surrounding.
She gets a toy and then,
Momma's gone!
It may just be forever.
She starts to whimper,
then screams and screams
But there is no one there to hear her.
She lies down, fretting, whimpering still,
but soon sleeps -
like a baby.
- Heather Baker, age 16, Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada
Mountains
A Gift
such as incredible, peaceful palace
timeless as they will always be -
majestically rising from valley's bottom
showing us there is no limit to where we can reach
never tiriing of the magnificent beauty
never forgetting how special
as I stand on top of the highest peak
alone but not lonely.
surprise....
the rock that has always been solidly perched on the ledge
where I stand and view the world
that rock I count on to be there as it has been for so long
has shifted, and moved on
The tree that has marked the top
has laid down now; tired from too many storms.
challenge...
calling me always to get to the top
calling me to do my best here
and the peaks tight forest that I can find my way through
sometimes falling but always coming back again
Many paths - some are over the edge and steep
some are winding taking their time
which one to chance?
mystery....
rolling mist, so gentle
smoky mist, so mysterious
softly inviting me in
with its gentle touch pulling me close until I am invisible
these hills will never let us forget
the quiet power they possess
my story friend,
my peaceful friend
Reality...
white on white
whre white sky ends and white hills begin
there is no difference
reality or illusion?
am I part of the sky and the white heavens
or truly grounded on cold crystals of earth?
the reality of where we are and what we can do is here
possibilities, or illusions?
discovery...
drifting on top of the mountain; looking out
it is endless out there
as endless as the discovering -
the unfolding and exploring
finding myself changing like the mountain
looking upward to see enormous free wings
soaring on determined wind
and I finally know the answer to where I am going -
up and out like the eagle -
discovering me.
- Paul Britvar
Space Rock
I found a rock
That fell from outer space
As I was mowing the pasture
On the home place;
I knew it wasn't from earth,
It's not a lie,
Because the night before
I saw it fall from the sky.
It was a streak like fire,
With a tail a million miles long,
Traveling the speed of light,
Fierce as a titan strong;
How lucky I was,
In this fair gloam,
That this rock from space
Finally found a home.
I took it in my hands
And held it close to me;
It sparkled and glimmered
Like fine rubies;
It was neither round nor oval,
Rectangle or square,
But over a billion secrets
Could be found there.
The history of civilizations,
Astounding discoveries,
Oh, what mind-boggling sights
This rock had seen!
Presidents and kings,
Artists and scientists,
It probably couldn't begin to tell
Which one was best.
This rock is alive,
Not mere cosmic dust;
It has wisdom to teach
And find it we must;
It may have come
From a far galaxy,
But it opens new worlds
For all to see.
- Joel Bjorling
Gone Too Soon
In just a moment
You were gone,
No time to say good-bye,
But I must carry on;
In only a moment
The sky turned gray;
Somebody tell me--
Must I face another day?
The blink of an eye
Can change things so,
One minute you're at play,
But then you must go;
There is no answer
Under the moon,
Only to say
That you've gone too soon.
I can't forget your voice
Or your sweet face,
Your memory is something
That time can't erase;
As the years pass,
From mile to mile,
When I hear your name,
I'll always smile.
- Joel Bjorling
There's Only Ever One
Sometimes
When I cry
All I think
Is me and why
What do I get
Where's all my love
But who am I
To be the one to judge
If all my love
Was given by you
Then I know
Your heart is true
I know you love me
And I love you too
But what is love
If you don't know it's true
- Alyssa, age 12
Cowboy
His leather hat
Shines upon his face
Not seeing his eyes
Makes my heart race
The cowboy
That is by my side
I feel his power
Buried deep inside
That's my cowboy
So strong and sincere
That's my cowboy
His life with no fear
- Alyssa, age 12
Year 2050
Look at the world
What it has become
A world of computers
Pollution has been done
The ocean is now brown
No surfers I can see
Pollution has taken over
Over the world over the people over me
If only I had listened
If only I new
If only I realized
Just what pollution would do
- Alyssa, age 12
The Question
One day when I was walking home from school
My dad said to me, "Honey, why are you giggling
And wiggling?"
So I said,"Oh dad, there's this boyWho goes to my school,And he looks real cuteAnd he looks real cool.And I was just wonderingIt was okayTo have my first boyfriend,Starting today?"Then my dad stopped right in his tracks.
It looked like he had a bad case of indigestion.
Then he began walking…
And he said,"Did you know it's a factThat all boys have germs,And they're covered in cootiesAnd I've heard they eat worms?"So I said,"Oh dad, you're so silly!He's neat and he's clean,And he makes me feel specialIf you know what I mean."Then my dad stopped again and just stared off into space.
Then all of a sudden a light bulb went on over his head.
Then he began walking…
And he said,"Honey, all boys are icky,Be it one or another,And if you don't believe thatJust go look at your brother."So I said,"But daddy, he's different.He reads real cool booksAnd he has a nice smile,And I like how he looks." Then my dad started to walk around in circles
Just shaking his head. I asked him if he was okay.
Then he said,"My darling, my sweetheart,My angel from heaven,It's just you're so young…You are only just seven!"So I smiled at him sweetAnd though he looked kind of greenI said, "I bet you can't waitUntil I'm thirteen." - William Daniels, Adult
I Made You Laugh
I made you laugh
O yes I did
I knew you had it in ya
I'll never take this poem
From you I promise honest ingin
I made you laugh
O yes I did
I made you laugh
You cute little kid
And some day when you look back
Upon this little gem
I hope you'll smile and
Think of me and say
You know I think I kinda liked him
William Cazalas
(For Kristina S)
Blue Genes
Insanity is hereditary
You get it from your kids
They can drive parents crazy
And make them flip their lids
One day the kids like one thing
The next day they suddenly hate it
They don't like the food you give them
But all last year they ate it
It's all part of growing up
Kids' tastes are going to change
But why does it happen so abruptly
To grownups it's very strange
But soon the kids will get older
And then they'll get even stranger
When the dreaded day arrives
And they become a teenager
By Papa
Sprungtime
It's the time of the year
When people go berserk
They get up an hour early
In the middle of the murk
And then later in the day
They go to bed while it's light
Fooling themselves into thinking
It's the middle of the night
This madness saves daylight
The politicians all say
But an astronomer will tell you
It's the same old day
If you think changing your watch
Can move the sun around
You need some medical help
To get your brainspring rewound
By Papa
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