The Ice Spell

By Freya, 7, London, UK

I've got the power to chill your spine
I've got the the power to start an avalance
I've got the power to make a blizzard
Beware of my icicle dance.

I call the snowflakes to dance along
I call the frozen winds
The icicles make my music
I cast my spell on you!
(May 2009)

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Gymnastics

By Rachel, 9, Worcester, UK

When I first started gymnastics,
I did not know what to do,
But now I'm really fantastic,
If I do it, will you?

I'm using hoola hoops,
I'm balancing on beams,
I'm jumping over boxes,
It's easy as it seems.

Backward roll, Forward roll,
Cartwheels and the Splits,
Handstand, Teddy bear roll,
I'm really good at it!

Now I'm a few years older,
I'm still doing my gymnastics,
But now I am in London,
Particapating in 2012 Olympics!
(April 2009)

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Villains of the Shadows

By Kayley, 12, Crowborough, East Sussex, UK

I wish I could live beside the sea,
Feel the wind in my dark hair,
Taste the salt on my lips,
Live life without a care.

I wish I could fly through the skies,
Grasp the world in my hands,
Wait until something went wrong,
So I could fix it once again.

I wish I could be perfect,
I wish my hair would stay straight,
I wish I could stalk around in high heels,
But I don't want to be a fake.

I wish I could just want to be me,
Be a nobody and live beside the sea,
I'd watch the sun set against the sea floor,
I'd never regret anything anymore.
(April 2009)

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Who am I?

By Claire, 12, Scotland

Am I really the girl with the chocolate brown hair?
The one who is called by the name Claire?
Or is there a part of me kept out of sight?
A dark, evil side who creeps out in the night?

Am I really the one who today longs to draw?
Or was that a deceitful look I just saw?
Colours swirl across the surface of the page,
Now a face full of anger, controlled only by rage.

But if there's a bad side, there too must be a good,
Much lighter and brighter, a side that isn't as rude,
The one that looks into mirrors, studying its eye,
and thinks to itself, Who am I?
(April 2009)

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Soul Mate

By Phillip, 12, Stevenage, Hertfordshire, UK

When you find your soul mate,
The Earth is yours to roam.
The place where you can be free.
I never want to miss the
Beautiful and loving smile you make,
Every single day.

It's your time to stop traveling,
So you can find your one soul mate.
Without a soul mate you're nothing,
But an empty shell waiting to be filled.
If you're on your own,
There will always be a soul mate for you.

A soul mate is there to guide you,
In the darkest and saddest times.
When you're on your own,
They will be there even if they are not.
They will show you the right path to take,
So you can never be lost,
Even when you know where you are.
(April 2009)

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Purple Sun

By Caity, 12, Mt. Lebanon, PA, USA

The sun rises in the morning to greet me with a gleam of hope,
To guide me through the day,
To lift me up, with some hope that today won't completely flop,
That today won't be terrible,
Won't be vile,
But, today,
Today was different,
Today the sun still rose,
But, in a-different way,
A more-cheerful way,
A Purple Sun,
Beautiful and Flamboyant,
Passionate and Full of Joy,
Loving and Cheerful,
Let the Purple sun rise every day,
For the day the purple Sun rose-
You came to me.
(March 2009)

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I'm Just a Girl

By tjl12, 13, Canada

I'm just a girl . . .
Life is tough
Things get hard,
And things get rough.

I'm just a girl . . .
He makes me angry,
He makes me sad,
Then they're's times he makes me glad.

I'm just a girl . . .
He really can't leave.
Sometimes I wish,
This was all make-believe.

I'm just a girl . . .
I don't want to let him go.
But it's hard,
When he keeps saying yes and then no.

I'm just a girl . . .
Who will it be?
I can't take this stress,
Just pick me.

I'm just a girl . . .
Life is tough.
Things get hard,
And things get rough.
(March 2009)

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Creation

By Kennedy, 12, Red Deer, Canada

Spring in full color,
The calm summer breeze,
And the fresh scent of Autumn,
Wafting through the trees.

In the freezing depths of Winter,
To the exciting heights of joy,
Every single blade of grass,
For us to enjoy.

The clear blue water,
To the rippling of a cloud,
And the buzzing of a moving bee,
Silence seems so loud.

The bounce of each ant,
And the steps that we take,
A spin and a twirl,
A total piece of cake.

There would be no fun in life,
If friends weren't invented,
A little smile or giggle,
Is what I want said.

Even in the storms of life,
The rains of fun comes down,
When we are forgiving,
You'll hear the singing of each noun!
(March 2009)

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Winter, Spring, Summer and Fall

By Kennedy, 12, Canada

It's freezing cold,
But it's traditions are old,
With lots of warm food,
Because winter's here,
And lots of sounds I hear,
With all this snow,
I can't see where to go.

All this snow, it turns to slush,
Flowers spring up with a little push,
Deer and nature are everywhere,
Because Spring's sprung up from the ground,
With all these beautiful sounds,
Flowers are everywhere,
And on a tree a single pear.

The colors grow brighter and brighter,
And your minds get lighter,
Temperatures rise,
Along with summer,
Schools out, such a bummer,
Everybody's outside to play,
Stopping to eat but outside all day.

Red, orange, yellow, and gold,
Leaves are turning nice and bold,
Raking up piles of leaves,
Because fall is landing on the ground,
Still jumping the ground kids pound,
Through piles of leaves,
With leaves up their sleeves.

The wonderful seasons of the year,
Even out the window you peer,
You can see the seasons change,
Because a new season is here,
Winter many fear,
Spring and fall people love,
But summers way, way above.
(March 2009)

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The World

By Julia, 10, Courtice

Our world is our place to be,
The home for you and me,
We live in happiness,
We never want to miss,
The important things in our lives,
We can learn to drive and dive,
We play in the snow,
We grow and grow and grow,
Our world is meant to be in peace,
Always to release,
The criminals and slaves,
Who live in cells that look like caves,
The world is our place to be,
A place for you and you and me.
(February 2009)

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My Family

By Shu , 10, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia

I love everybody in my family,
Everybody and including me,
My Dad, my Mom and my younger Brother,
Together we are like a ball on fire!

The strongest of them all is Dad,
He is strict, yet kind and always cheerful,
He helps me and my brother with homework,
At work, he is the most hardworking of them all!

Our Mom is the best,
So, forget the rest!
Although she works,
She never gives up housework!

My Brother, Yu Wern, is the youngest,
Smart, cute and of course funny,
He lightens up me and my family,
My Brother is the coolest to me!

You have heard about my family,
What do you think of them please tell me!
Think about your family,
Be grateful to have them to fill you with glee!
(February 2009)

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Snow

By Wendy, 14, Bearsden, Glasgow, Scotland

There's white dots falling down,
Lying on the ground.
It looks so peaceful, there is no sound .
Just simple foot steps printed on the ground.
I hear kids all around.
Running and laughing, throwing snow around.
They make a snowman, big and tall, sadly it melts.
But there's more snow to come.
(February 2009)

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Africa

By James, 8, Leeds, West Yorkshire, UK

Deep in the jungle by the windy trees,
There sat a monkey picking at his fleas,
There near the river by the muddy rock,
There slithered a snake spying a croc,
A gazelle running with frantic paws,
Trying to escape from lion's jaw,
Vultures circle, the air is still,
Looking down on a cheetah's kill,
Rhinos running with thunderous feet,
Across the land in the African heat.
(February 2009)

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Doors

By Olivia, 10, Ireland

The Door to a friend's house,
helps me remember the first
time I met her.
We played and played until
we were about to drop
off our feet.

The door to an adventure
fills me with excitement.
What will I find there?
Who will I meet?
Will I sit on a golden seat?

The draped door to the stage,
I dance foot-to-foot,
filled with excitement waiting
to go on and see the crowds
waiting.

I'm sorry to trouble you,
but I'm here to say
that every door is special
in it's own special way.
(February 2009)

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Funny Poem

By Sonali, 12, Kolkata, India

The maths they taught in college made me dizzy,
I even found the three times table hard,
While other kids looked thoughtful, smart and busy,
All I could do was stare out in the yard.

Geometry fair left me in a tangle,
I never learned a thing that I could use,
The isometric value of the angle?
I couldn't even say 'hypotenuse!'

In algebra, I sucked at logarithm,
I threw the text books out, they made me mad,
My only chance of passing went out with 'em,
Despite the fact the teacher was my Dad!

There's no way I could do triangulation,
I couldn't play a game that used a dice,
Square roots were always causing me frustration,
The only cubes I knew were made of ice!

I had a nemesis, its name: subtraction,
Division was anathema to me,
I couldn't multiply or work a fraction,
My best result in maths was minus E!

Deciding on my future as an actor,
I left the world of pi and sine and tan,
So what if I can't work a damn protractor -
I'll hire myself someone who bloody can!
(January 2009)

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FUN!

By Austin, 9, Levin, New Zealand

Presents
Love

These two words mean a lot to me
but not as much as ...

FUN!!

Christmas is boring without
laughing,joking...

FUN!!

Santa wouldn't be jolly if he wasn't having . . .

FUN!!
(December 2008)

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My Old Oak Tree

By Alexandra, 10, Union, NJ, North America

My old oak tree,
Stood in front of my old house,
Branches large and plentiful,
Much bigger than a mouse.

My old oak tree,
Gave off helicopter seeds,
They stick to my nose,
And sometimes they make me sneeze.

My old oak tree,
Smells like leaves in the fall,
It turns ruby red,
It is sort of short and small.

My old oak tree,
I love it so,
But I do not live in that house anymore,
Still strong and beautiful, I am sure it will grow.
(November 2008)

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Time to Shine

By Amy, 9, Cardiff, Wales

You feel sad,
You feel bad,
You feel mad,
But it's your time to shine.

You feel silly,
You feel sick,
You feel nervous,
But it's your time to shine.

You are going to act,
In your school play,
Give it your best shot,
Because it's your time to shine.

You messed it up,
Don't worry,
Because it was your,
Time to Shine!
(November 2008)

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Pattern Dreamer

By Ashley, 14, Placerville,CA, USA

To the stars I am but dim,
For I do not shine as bright as they,
With excellent brilliance, ruling the night,
But hidden from curious eyes in day.

To be a star is, in every dream,
Even perhaps it may be thine,
To glow like an ember, guide the sky,
But I fear friend, that dream, is not mine.

I am not one, for a pattern,
Which is due to twist and decay,
Their vivacious sparkle will not last,
A devastation only tattered and frayed.

Instead dear friend, I will be the moon,
Forever seen, if you would only but find,
Unlike the stars, I am always steady,
And will remain long after their time.
(November 2008)

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The Weird and Wonderful

By kelly, 11, Rochford, Essex, UK

Lots of things happen to me,
Weird and wonderful things,
I might as well just tell you now,
That your ears will go ping.

This poem, here, tells you about,
What has happened in my life,
The concentration,
The embarrassing moments,
The gossip of tonight.

Oh, how wonderful the weird things are,
But you will never guess,
My cousin here he has a twist,
He's wearing a pink frilly dress!

Lots of things happen to me,
But this one tops them all.
I have a tendency,
To climb up the wall!

I climb and climb,
Till the day is done,
Then I climb back down,
I say I'm sorry for doing that,
But my mother makes me run.

I have to run twice around the block,
Until my mother says,
Never do that again,
Because my heart's in a mess.

So there you go,
That's all my life,
Squeezed into one,
I have to say I've enjoyed today,
But now the day is done.
(November 2008)

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