DANGER! WAR!

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

The deadly bomb aiming

Splashing onto the shore,

Like children paddling.

Beware!

The heavy, bulky gas-mask aiding,

Saving millions of lives,

Like a doctor in a critical situation.

Hoping!

The enormous tank towering.

Shooting at the enemy,

Like a watchful spy.

Caution!

THE UNLUCKY SAILOR

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

There once was a sailor who was very sick,

Because he swallowed a pointy stick,

Which went down his neck,

He simply couldn’t get back onto deck,

Poor old, poor old Nick.

When the ship arrived at the harbour,

He met a barber,

Who offered help.

But Nick gave a yelp,

So, he went to an archer.

The archer was called Mark,

In his shop it was very dark,

Mark handed Nick a bow,

Which Nick dropped on his toe,

So, he went to a lady called Clarke.

FRIENDS

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

When you’ve got a friend,

You’ll always lend

A helping hand.

They’ll be sure to give you a smile,

Every day when you walk a mile.

You keep our memories in your heart,

Such as enjoying some pretty art.

We’ve been together day after day,

Spring,

Summer, when we both play.

Why not listen to nightingales sing?

Because soon comes…

Autumn,

THE MAGIC GARDEN

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

I know a place,

That you can’t replace.

Now see what things are done,

In my garden.

During winter it’s cold,

But behold!

The beauty’s still there,

In the fresh misty air.

Look out, and you’ll see a snout,

Poking out,

It’s a squirrel!

The wind will rattle,

The trees, sending them on a battle,

Against each other.

When it’s spring,

I like to sing,

And the garden sings back.

I might hear a ‘quack!’,

From a baby duck,

So, I wish it luck,

And send it on its way.

BIRD CHOIR

 (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

What is that sound,

That I can hear?

It isn’t a hound,

Or a deer.

It’s a beautiful song that fills the air,

That you simply cannot compare,

To any sound in the world!

It must be the Choir of Birds.

They sing about hope, love, peace and joy,

Though they sing without any words,

It’s so pretty and graceful in every single way.

MUM

(a poem by 10 year old Emma)

I’m the luckiest person in the world,

I’m not sure I even deserve,

Such a wonderful mother like you.

You hugged me when the world was new,

I hugged you back when I was two.

You taught me how to read and write,

You tucked me into bed at night.

Your tasty food fed me well,

So that I hardly ever fell.

RAINY DAY

  (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

It’s a typical British rainy day,

When sheep eat lots of hay,

When chickens lay eggs,

When children hang their coats on their pegs.

Sipping tea,

With a book on my knee,

All about some bloke, a liar,

Whilst huddling up to the fire.

THE OLD HOUSE

  (a poem by 10 year old Emma)

In an old house, on an old road,

Where secrets are bestowed,

Where memories are treasured,

Where families have entered.

The house is not just metal and stone,

But knowledge and emotions,

Deep, like the oceans,

Full of what there is to be known.

WORDS

The words are like a weapon ready to shoot you. Your words are like a web that entwines me in the network of your world. The energy of your words carries your intentions and your soul. I learn to be strong and not to be hurt by your words.

Words ready to conquer me with love. Words ready to embrace my loneliness. Words ready to dominate me and depersonalise me. Your words are the clothes of your thoughts and feelings. Your words are a cry of your fears. Your words are like freedom that does not know what to do with itself. Your words are like love that nobody wants to embrace.

Your words leave you and conquer the world. They enchant, persuade, humble and inspire. And once words have left you, no one can stop them anymore. They become part of the language of all people, infecting the world with the energy they carry. They can make you ill with love or hatred. Words possess power and authority. Every word has consequences. Words are what unite and divide.

Words are obstacles. I waited for your voice to say something to me. Something that would remain forever in my heart. But instead, you are full of doubt and hesitation. You say what you do not truly mean because you lack the courage to say what your heart really wants to say. You leave me alone with the interpretation of your soul's anguish. Instead of bringing us closer to one another, your timid words leave us exactly where we are, without allowing us to take even a single step forward. Your words are the obstacle that stands between us.

ДУМИТЕ

 

Думите са като оръжие, готово да те простреля. Твоите думи са като паяжина, която ме оплита в мрежата на твоя свят. Енергията на всяка твоя дума разпръсква твоите намерения и твоята душа. Уча се да съм силна и да не ме нараняват думите.

Думи, готови да ме покорят с любов. Думи, готови да приласкаят моята самота. Думи, готови да доминират над мен и да ме обезличат. Твоите думи са дрехите на твоите мисли и чувства. Твоите думи са вик на твоите страхове. Твоите думи са като свобода, която не знае какво да прави със себе си. Твоите думи са като любов, която никой не иска да осинови.

Твоите думи излизат от теб и покоряват света. Те завладяват, омагьосват, подчиняват, унижават всички. И никой вече не може да спре думите. Веднъж излезли от теб, те стават част от думите на всички хора, които заразяват света с енергията, която носят. Те могат да разболеят от любов или от омраза. Думите имат сила и власт. Всяка дума има последствие. Думите са тези, които свързват и разделят.

Думите са препятствия. Очаквах твоят глас нещо да ми каже. Нещо, което да остане в сърцето ми. Но вместо това ти си пълен със съмнения и колебания. Ти казваш това, което не искаш да кажеш. Защото нямаш смелостта да кажеш онова, което искаш да кажеш. Ти оставяш на мен интерпретацията на твоето душевно терзание. Но вместо един към друг, твоите плахи думи ни оставят там, където сме, без даже да направим крачка напред. Твоите думи са препятствието, което стои между нас.