Category — poems by children

My uncle likes rugby,
He likes to cheer them on,
Especially when they’re wearing red
And from the land of song.
He’s lately played around the world
In parliamentary strip,
The matches, dinners, beers and laughs
Were the highlights of his trip.

He also likes to surf,
He can stand up all the way,
So if he’s feeling lucky,
He can surf along the bay.
And while he’s taking on the waves
Tref’s trusty jeep stands by
To carry all the clobber back
To base camp where it’s dry.

Bacon, eggs, fried bread, tomatos
All laid out on a plate,
You just can’t beat it, uncle Tref loves it
Washed down with milk by the crate.
After breakfast and a stretch of hte legs
It’s time to sit and digest,
The hammock beckons temptingly
The snores….. they tell the rest.

Music is a hobby,
He can play all sorts of tunes,
From Mozart to rock and roll,
He’s even tried the spoons
It started on a windswept hill,
Guitar and amp in hand,
His dream back then was to be
In a world wide famous band.

But as we’ve rumbled through the years
His audience has changed,
Friends and family lend their ears and
In the Morning Star he’s famed.
Hungarian concert pianists play
‘longsides the Davies crowd,
Tref’s winning style and welcoming way
Cheers people quiet and loud.

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My thoughts are like fish with every scale filled.

My bright ideas twinkling on and off,

Sometimes remembered sometimes forgot,

New thoughts old thoughts fill my brain.

Some shimmering fishes fall asleep and don’t wake up,

Others dance and prance to not be forgotten

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As I was asleep in bed,
The little snow fairies came,
They danced in the air,
Bringing snowflakes falling everywhere.

I woke up next morning and guess what I saw,
What the little snow fairies had made,
On the way to the pool (to train of course),
My dad we’re not going to get there,
How disappointed I was but I still got to play in the snow.

So if you look out your window,
And see a land of white,
You’ll know that the snow fairies came.

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Gas, gas, gas,
I see a cloud of yellow,
Rolling on towards us searching for its prey,
My sergeant bellows, gas masks men come on quick,
I stand paralysed in fright, then fumble desperately to see the light,
It drifts towards us like a ghost in the night,
My fellow soldier standing next to me,
Crumples & falls, lies choking & writhing,
Suddenly he stops, lies still as a stone,
As if this cloud has sucked all the life & death out of him, leaving just an empty shell,

Men are yelling, falling, dying as I come to my senses,
The gas has gone but more terror has begun,
Bang, bang, bang a machine gun whirs, as if it will never end,
Then silence and nothing is heard,
I am standing among the dead,
My comrade is still beside me,
Eyes open, not seeing, not breathing, not living, just as still as stone.

And now 5 years later I stand in silence,
On the 11 day of the 11 month on the 11 hour,
To remember all the fallen,
Who will never see the light,
Never hear the laughter,
& will never remember anything again.

So you my fallen comrade,
I stand and in the silence remember you,
Once Again.

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Clippety-clop the hooves rang clear,
The Highwayman came riding,
Brave and with no fear,
Bang bang, the guards had fallen,
He cut the ropes off Bess,
And the Highwayman came riding away,
From the old inn’s distress.

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I am that merry wanderer of the night.
Tis I who wakes you with the terrible screeches
Of cats and dogs. I make the tap drip,
That’s so annoying and unstoppable.
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Last Christmas I got a bit of a shock,
I opened a present to find a sock,
I dived on the presents to explore,
And to my disappointment I found three more,
That made two pairs of socks!
Where was my computer game?
Where was my watch?
Could it be happening once again?
Where socks and oranges are the domain…

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Soon my stocking will be full,
its just hanging empty at the mo,
I’ve slept a night and now its full to the brim,
So I’ll spend the morning opening them,
And thanking everyone for my pressies,
So now you know what a stockings for go and use yours!!!!!!!!

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Its so nearly Christmas,
I just can’t wait,
The present pile under the tree is growing,
There’s one for you and one for me,
Time flies by, its Christmas eve already,
Just one more sleep until…
ITS CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

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He may be small,
He may be big,
But he’s definately good to hug.
I love him to bits,
I think he’s wonderful,
and I’ve had him all my life.
Although he’s tattered and he’s torn he’s still standing tall,
He’ll still be there when I’m eighty four,
Yes thats my teddy bear.

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From an original idea from Hannah with help from Megs in the pool.

Stella, Stella, Chicken Paella,
Lily, Lily, Sausages are silly,
Meg, Meg, boiled egg,
Hannah, Hannah, bendy bananas,
John, John, tea and scone,
Joe, Joe, ate his big toe,
Tom, Tom, bacon bap bomb,
Tref, Tref, fruit instead, (NO),
Anne, Anne, dropped the frying pan,
Toby, Toby, alu gobi,
Ann, Ann, doesn’t like ham,
Sue, Sue, vindaloo,
Eileen, Eileen, ate a bean,
Tadcu, Tadcu, ate his hanky,
Mair, Mair, champion fryer!

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What does my grandfather mean to me,
What is a grandfather meant to be?
He is wonderful, and great,
He does things we appreciate.
Playing with us outside,
And our breakfast he once fried.
He’s never short of things to say,
And let’s us visit on holiday.
To Tadcu,
I do write.
With joy, happiness and delight.
You are a fab grandfather to me,
Have a happy anniversary.

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Another year
Another ballot
And so I stand again
I stand to be their leader,
Their envoy and their friend
I sign my name with an eager arm
So I may not back out
But who would
Which wimp would go against their word?
Everyone’s here
Except for one
Probably hiding
Away in another world
His hands trembling with fear
He hangs his head in shame
Tears streaming down his face
He could not stand in front of them
We all fill with dread
As the favourite strides in
He’s confident
He has no speech
He chucked it in the bin
The hall starts to get busy
SILENCE!
The speeches are heard.
They all mean nothing to the crowd
Apart from the odd promise of sweats or no homework
Then the crowd cheers
The favourite is on the stage
I wonder what speech he will do.
But no it’s a Mexican wave
The wave dances around the room
The great hall shakes with the children’s ecstasy
I think how I would ever do that
For I am not their friend
It’s all a big popularity contest
And the favourite won it in the end

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Down on the ground,
The signal is sounded,
Piercing whistles,
And the horrendous drone of the siren.

Panic arises,
People scramble to find shelter,
It could only mean one thing,
Air raid!

Then I heard death itself,
The killer chug of Hitler’s bombers,
Desperate to find safety,
I crouch under the nearest place to hide,
A park bench.

Looking round the planes come into view,
There is no sign of the R.A.F fighters,
Or the anti aircraft guns.

Searching for a safer hiding place,
I take a risk and dash into a shop doorway,
Suddenly guns fire, but they are not German,
At last a group of spitfires fly into view.

The guns sound,
But they are too late,
There is the screech of a bomb,
Then nothing,
Hitler had done it again.

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High in the clouds,
In the cramped hell hole they expect us to fight in.
There is the terrible thump of the mechanical heart,
Every pound of the machine seems louder.

Out of the grubby windows I see nothing,
Nothing but the dark expanse in all directions,
Swirling clouds of fog make the job much harder,
Harder than it already is.

I have my hands on the controls,
Using all the strength I can muster.
To keep the plane in the sky,
There is a loud clang as the lever sticks in position.

The controls are stiff,
The aeroplane is slow,
And it doesn’t handle well.
flying low ,like a sitting duck.

Bang,
The sudden explosions of shells all around.
A bright search light singles me out in the black abyss,
There are screams of bullets narrowly missing the cockpit.

Reaching for the lever,
I start to have second thoughts.
But I must over come them.
I pull the lever.
The deed is done.

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