The cloak has fallen

By Emma, 10, Athens, Ohio, USA

The cloak of darkness fell from the bright and beautied head, the sun.
Just as children, mankind, blew out there candles and switched there lights
The cloak covered the land.
Those golden hills of wheat,
Those grassy plains,
Those flowered valleys,
Those wicked and wretched tundras,
Those dusted deserts,
Those wonderous wild waters
Had finally been covered by the cloak of darkness,
Night.
(April 2008)

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It Has Wings of Steel

By Ben, 11, Bangkok, Thailand

It has wings like steel that glint
in the sunlight.
It stares with hard stone eyes and
Its ears prick to the cry of a tree
as it is cut down mercilessly.

It walks among us, small in a crowd of sinful giants,
yet taking as much notice of us as we would
a fly.

It is wiser than most.
It has more power than most.
It is the mystery that solution puzzles over.
It is the fact that religion can't help but
see reason in.

it is immortal.
It is truth.
It is death.
it is decay.
It is nature.
it is fate.
it is faith.
It is nothing.

Then it blinked
And it was no more.
(March 2008)

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The Green-eyed monsters

By Ailish, 11, Palm Harbor, FL, USA

Its Green eyes ablaze,
It runs out its cage.
It roars loudly in your mind
It stomps on your heart.
It's taking the real you,
Dragging , ripping , tearing you apart.
It's taking over you.
Hiding you away.
Away from your family,
Away from your friends.
Then you start to see both sides.
You see both ends!
The creature can feel it.
It's getting sucked back in!
The real you now here,
You know without a doubt.
Never , ever again,
Shall you let that monster out.
(April 2008)

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Until You Fall

By Lauren, 12, Wakefield, UK

Falling, falling,
Down and down,
Whispers, screams,
you hear,
When you're going,
Down and down.
On your path,
To the dark future.
Scared, nervous, sad even.
Because you don't want to move on,
Because you won't move on,
Because you can't move on.
The past you've been through,
The pain you've been through.
The happiness created from mermories,
The slightest smile forms on your face when you think back.
Back deep within your remaining thoughts.
Formed from the tiniest thought of the good past.
From them, their lives.
Until you come back.
Awaken from your daydream, once again.
Falling. Screaming. Laughing. Crying.
All at the same time.
Until,
You trip!
you cry,
You FALL.

Again and again.
FALLING...
Falling,

FOREVER
(February 2008)

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Australia

By Elaine, 8, Kariong, Australia

The sun has shone among the land,
the moon has gone once again.
As creatures gather in a terrible matter
they hope it's not the end.
As vanilla skies are passing by
all the earth is mended.
The trees are golden like the sun
the afternoon has ended.
The birds fly back to their nests
making a terrible mess of feathers.
So that's how lucky Australia
gets to be.
(February 2008)

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I Know an Alien from Mars

By Dhwani, 11, Bangalore, India

I know an alien from Mars,
Who spent her life counting stars!
She carries a gun,
And acts like Attila the Hun!

She lives on buns,
She weighs ten tonnes!
She has a green dog,
Who is a hog!

I hate her horns,
which are like thorns.
She shoves them around,
And she dances round & round.

She skips a lot,
And makes apples rot!
She gave me a blister,
As you can guess, she's my sister!
(February 2008)

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The frozen man

By Ellie, 9, Egerton, England

Out at the edge of the forest
where lonely trees stand
like tired soldiers
in the deathly cold

and a evil army is marching
to war against the earth
and the anxious trees
freeze in silence
under the rolling moon

a child is walking alone:
on the crunching bones
his lifeless feet
thud
and thud.

Here in a warm, snug cottage
in the heart of the forest
the heat is like a dozing dog
with her new puppies.

You can hear the family
toast marshmallows in the crackling fire
and the voices laughing and laughing.

When the frozen child
comes to the door
be prepared,
be prepared,
be prepared...
(February 2008)

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Midnight Walker

By Natasha, 11, New South Wales, Australia

Here comes the Midnight Walker
Strolling down the street
Tonight, he is quite hungry
Who will he meet?

Here comes the Midnight Walker
Searching for some food
Tonight, he is very hungry
He might find the rude

Here comes the Midnight Walker
Hunting for a victim
Tonight, he is extra hungry
The Midnight Clock is tickin'

Here comes the Midnight Walker
He has eaten his meal
This Midnight Walker never stops
And he is certainly real
(February 2008)

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Thank you

By Natasha, 11, New South Wales, Australia

When someone helps me
I give them a smile
When they are done
I thank them a mile

It's better to have
A person to help you
Especially when
Your homework is due

I like saying thank you
I am showing some manners
One day I will be so nice
My name will be on banners

'Thank you, kind person'
Is what I will say
And that's when I realise
I'm having a good day
(February 2008)

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the river

By Billie-jo, 10, Smallwood, UK

the river's a snake
hungry and keen
the river's strong
and always seen.

the river's a stroller
running down from the land
the rivers wild waters
cloudy and blue.

the river's a stealer
it bounces pebbles
the gobbles them
then they're never seen again.
(February 2008)

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Anger

By Maelo, 8, London, UK

I am a Lion, I am a Crocodile
My face is red like a tomato
My shoulders are blue
My mum has broken my toy
I am angry, I am furious
My stomach is green, My legs are yellow
My mind is spinning around
I think I am a black bull
I slam the door
I stamp my feet
I am jumping up and down
I chase my cat
AAHHH
(February 2008)

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My Problem

By Bexx, 11, Wellington, New Zealand

I have a problem,
Something I hate to share
I pretend it doesn't hurt me,
I pretend to not care,

Everyday I wake up,
With a feeling of dread,
Feeling scared, nervous and shaky,
From my toes to my head,

I really don't like bullies,
They are horrid and not nice,
So if you are getting bullied,
Ask for some advice!

P.S please send in your comments about my writing!
(February 2008)

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Petal Pollution

By Marissa, 13, Ohio, USA

Flowers of the morning
Are beautiful warnings
That tell us
We may need to change
The way our lives are arranged

Big changes, oh no
But they must be small
To go with our extremely populated flow

Keep things unplugged and turned off
And we will not make our envoirnment scoff
With terrible pity
And we can have a very clean city!
(February 2008)

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Rainbow Eyes

By Emma, 12, Gloucestershire, UK

Scarlet, saffron, burnt sienna
Ivory and olive green
Emerald and pink magenta
Cobalt, chocolate, aquamarine.

Beautiful and understanding
Straight and true, they tell no lies
Everlaughing, everdancing
Everchanging rainbow eyes.

Lavender and red geranium
Twinkling like silver stars
Cinnibar, cyan, conflower, cadmium
Cover up the lasting scars.

Crimson, ochre, ultraviolet
Indigo and bright turquoise
All obscure the lingering sadness
Hidden in those rainbow eyes

Though they seem sincere and open
Guiding, worry free and wise
The tragic truth is bottled up
Concealed behind your fading eyes.
(February 2008)>/I>

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