The Poems That Had No Votes

Well the title is almost true. The first two poems got one vote each. But the rest had none.

Anyway enjoy the last 9 poems.

Poem 11- Lexicon Elixir (age 14)

Lexicon Elixir

I’m making a spectacular elixir

I’m using a vast lexicon

By the time I have finished the elixir

Most of the lexicon will be gone

I’ll start off nice and simple

But get ever more complicated

And by the time I’ve finished

You’ll be completely befuddled

My elixir shall have a box

Containing a fabulous paradox

And also winter’s equinox

Poem 14- Meteor- (age 14)

Meteor

A flash of light enters the sky

As a rock with a blazing tale goes by

As a fiery rent breaks up the clouds

And a whistling sound is heard

A meteor

It’s surface is craggy with craters and hills

All burning with fire and lights

As they spread out behind it

In a rainbow of flames

A crackling inferno

And it shrinks as it travels

It gradually shrivels

To a rock

And it crashes into the Earth

With giant billows of dust

And expires

Poem 7- Finding a Nutterjack (age 14)- First in Nutterjack Quartet

Finding a Nutterjack

One day I found a Nutterjack

I don’t know what it is

But apparently I found one

As the poem says I did

Poem 18- Ode to a Nutterjack (age 14) Second poem in Nutterjack Quartet

Ode to A Nutterjack

I found another Nutterjack

To him I dedicate this ode

As I found out what a Nutterjack is

It’s simply a rare type of toad

Poem 31- The Nutterjack (age 14) Third poem in the Nutterjack Quartet

The Nutterjack

I keep on finding Nutterjacks

As this one brings it up to three

Instead of keeping it in a cage

I’ve let it roam wild and free

Poem 17- Nutterjacks Forever (age 14)- The final poem in the Nutterjack Quartet

Nutterjacks Forever

This is the last Nutterjack that I ever found

And with this I conclude all my odes

The Nutterjacks survived till the end of the world

And my next poem’s all about toads.

Poem 21- Poppies (age 14)

Poppies

As the blood red poppies bob in the breeze

Sprinkled through the fields of corn

They are joyful and happy

Swaying in the dawn

Of the summer skies

The individual petals

Crimson like cherries

Form a flower

As beautiful as the prairies

From whence they came

Poem 24- Seven Wonders (age 14)

Seven Wonders

The Mausoleum of Maussollos

And down in Rhodes we’ve a Colossus

There is the Temple of Artemis

While Egypt has Great Pyramids

We’ve three more wanders that’s the truth

A statue of the Great God Zeus

We also have a great idea

A lighthouse in Alexandria

Our final wonder the very last one

The Hanging Gardens of Babylon

Poem 29- The Iceberg (age 14)

The Iceberg

Its sereneness and beauty is not what it seems

As it floats on a sea, crystal clear

As above it is white as a pearl, shining bright

But below it it chaos and fear

Let us take the unsinkable ship, (but it sank)

The ship that was known as The Titanic

It was steaming along with no fear in the world

Iceberg hits, and there’s terror and panic

So there you have it. Those are the 40 poems written before I joined the blog. You have now seen every poem I've ever written (sort of. Remember the 22 I'm not sharing? Yet.) I hope you had fun reading them all.

A Third Helping of Old Poetry

Well here are 10 more poems (the ones with 2-3 votes). Enjoy!

Poem 30- The Misty Valley (age 14)

The Misty Valley

In a valley of mists

There lies a lake

Surrounded by mountains

Whose snowy peaks

Pierce the foggy skies

And the lake shimmers

Ripples spreading across its surface

With plains of green grass

Carpeting the valley floor

Poem 39- Wind and Cloud (age 14)

Wind and cloud

In the swirling winds that spread through the air

Above the pale pink clouds

A castle of air stands

Almost invisible against the background of the sky

Seen only by the shimmers and glimmers

Of the sun reflected of the battlements

And their lives in this airy castle

A figure of clouds

A giant that controls the winds that blow

Across the surface of the earth

When tranquil he is made of clouds pure white

But angered he is storm clouds forbidding

With lightening flickering through his hair

And he and his castle stand eternal

Against the power of the winds of fury

Poem 40- Wind and Waves (age 14)

Wind and Waves

A gushing vortex in the deep green sea

With foam and froth that crash against the rock

A rupture in the eternal void

Of the infinite stretch of waters

As the waves crash onto the shore

Whipped up by the wind and storm

The sea is angered

Pouring itself on the land

But its anger is brief

The sea is calm and gentle

With waves that lap lovingly against the shore

The sea is patient

Gradually wearing away

At the substance of the cliffs

The sea is eternal

With many moods and tempers

The sea is varied but unchangeable

It is as unknowable as the future

But one thing does not change

Through out its many moods and tempers

Be it anger or calmness

The sea is powerful.

Poem 1- A Cento- (age 14) This is the type of poem made up of lines from other poems. I didn't come up with these lines I only put them together.

A Cento- Death in Nature

Do not stand at my grave and weep

Nothing remains. Round the decay

And miles to go before I sleep

While barrèd clouds bloom the soft dying day

I hear it in the deep heart’s core

‘Neath the starred and leafy sky

Its melancholy, long withdrawing roar

I am not there. I did not die.

Poem 12- Light (age 14)

Light

I am the wielder of hope

I control joy and love

I am in charge of peace

From me all of these are born

For I am light, I’m good itself

And although I am weakened

I shall prevail in the end

Poem 16- No Rules For Me (age 11)- This was the poem I had to write for homework.

No Rules For Me

Firstly if I had no rules I would have no bedtime

Because we could have fun and play all night

There would be no wars

Because people get killed and people are sad

There would be no mugging

Because you lose belongings like your mobile phone

There would be no school clothes

So you could chose what you wanted

Isn’t that great

There would be no cabbage or Brussels Sprouts

Because they taste horrible

There would be no cleaning teeth

So dentists get lots more people

I would save the wild

Because they didn’t do anyone any harm

I would own an elephant

So I could ride it to school

Isn’t that fun

I would get every single book in the world for free

As I love books

I would change all my grades into A+’s

So my parents would think I’m super intelligent

I would rob banks

So I could get rich

And I wouldn’t ever write a poem like this one

Because they never come true

Oops!!!!! I’ve just written one, haven’t I?

Poem 26- Sunrise (age 14)

Sunrise

The sky is a sheet coloured indigo blue

All sprinkled with shining white stars

As the inky blackness drains away

And a faint sheen of pink appears

This faint sheen of pink

Once fragile and frail

Gets stronger and brighter

And clouds gather to hail

The blinding yellow orb

That appears on the rim

Of a pink yellow sky

The sun rises

And a new day begins

With sunrise

Poem 28- The Child and the Witch (age 14)

The child and the witch

Run child run

The witch doeth come

Through starry skies of frost and dew

The witch is coming after you

The child sobbed he ran with fear

He ran so fast his feet sprout wings

He flew ‘til he was a distant speck

But still the witch came after him

The witch was flying on her broom

She cackled loudly “thou art doomed!”

He few so fast but even still

Upon his back a shadow loomed

Mere minutes pass the child doeth tire

While on her broom the witch flies fast

A crunching noise then silence

Now the child’s a remnant of the past

Poem 32- The Obvious (age 10)- The second earliest poem I ever wrote based upon a poem called "A Guinea Pig"

The Obvious

One day I saw a big bold bear

Who being bold I could not scare

As he was wet he wasn’t dry

As he was a bear, he wasn’t a fly

As he was big he was not small

As he was dumb he had no sense at all

As he was brown he was not pink

When he went for a swim he did not sink

When he was fasting he did not eat

As he couldn’t fly he used his feet

As he was young he wasn’t old

As he was alive he was not gold

Although his roars were very violent

He never roared when he was silent

As he wasn’t clever he was often fooled

As he had hair he was not bald

When he moved he wasn’t still

As he was healthy he wasn’t ill

He found some money and bought some meat

As it wasn’t expensive it must have been cheap

When he was sad he often cried

One day he took a whim and died

And when I met a men of sense

He told me he hadn’t been living since

Now he is dead and not alive

He died at the age of ninety five.

Poem 38- Violets (age 14)

Violets

In mossy dells

Besides a brook

That burbles full of joy

A lonely violet

Pokes up her head

She’s felling shy and coy

A beautiful thing

A shapely flower

With stripes of white and purple

Through sun and rain

She grows up tall

With oak trees, moss and maple

More of Ye Olde Poems (But Less Painful Formatting)

Well here are 10 more poems that you voted for (3-4 votes).

Poem 19- Over the Edge- (age 14)

Over the Edge

A gushing torrent

Approaches the dizzying edge

The water falls

Foam and froth smash

Onto the icy rocks below

The majestic plunge

Of water

Falling and

Breaking on the rocks below

Is called a waterfall

A thing of icy beauty

But also

Of oblivion

Poem 27- Sunset (age 14)

Sunset

The blood red orb is submerged in the horizon

Leaving a sky made of fire

With tendrils of orange and yellow and red

Filling the sky with colour

The colours slowly ebb away

Leaving the sky as red as blood

Until the sky is a dark crimson

With the trees standing, outlines in black

And the red grows frail

As it leeches away

Leaving a sky coloured indigo blue

With sparkling points – the stars

And the day ends

With sunset

Poem 35- The Tree (age 14)

The Tree

The tree was strong, the tree was brave,

Defeated not by knight nor knave

Sent many a warrior to his grave

A tree of mighty power.

T’was spoken of with fear and awe,

Along with stuff like dragon claw

Even the leaves could maim and maw

A tree of mighty power

The tree was tall, the tree was tough

The knotted bark was gnarled and rough

Its voice was menacing and gruff

A tree of mighty power

It’s blossoms were as black as tar

This tree was known from near and far

It’s roots were long and without mar

A tree of mighty power

Poem 37- Veni Vedi Visa (age 14)

Veni Vidi Visa

When General Julius Caesar

Conquered the town of Zeyli

He uttered the famous phrase

Veni Vidi Vici

The words must have been hard to find

Over which Caesar must have pondered

And wonder if he got it exactly right

With I came I saw I conquered

But when General Julius Caesar

Conquered the town of Giza

He uttered the not so well known words

Veni Vidi Visa

These words were very easy to find

And he’d just finished conquering Gaul

And what better words to open

Giza’s new shopping mall

For when these words are translated

And the grandeur has been dropped

The words appealed greatly to Caesar’s wife

I came I saw I shopped

Poem 3- Call of the Morning (age 14)

Call of the Morning

As the sun starts to rise o’er the horizon

And the flowers open up their petals

When the world is asleep but begins to awake

That’s when the bird song starts

As the birds in the trees start tweeting and singing

And the warbling notes emerge

As the long grass waves in the cleansing breeze

With the dew drops sparkling in the sun

Natural splendours

For those lucky enough

To experience

The Call of the Morning

Poem 6- Eye of the Storm (age 14)

Eye of the Storm

The stormy clouds part

The howling wind dies away

The flashing light flickers out

The torrent of rain drizzles off

As we enter the eye of the storm

While outside there is chaos

In here it is calm

Out side there’s disaster

In here peace holds sway

As this is the eye of the storm

In here it’s serene

On this gentle calm scene

And it seems it will stay so forever

But FLASH, BANG it’s gone

And chaos returns

As we exit the eye of the storm

Poem 10- Inferno (age 14)

Inferno

A frenzy of sparks

Tongues of flame flickering into the night

A fiery storm of gold and red

Blazing fiercely, spitting tendrils of fire

A flickering dance of shadows

Surround the flaming sphere

And from the swirling wind of light and heat

A phoenix rises from it’s midst

Flaps its burning wings with breast of feathers red

And vanishes into the void of night

Leaving behind nothing but ashes

Poem 13- Lost for words (age 14)

Lost for words

I’m afraid my vocabulary isn’t extensive

My language isn’t richly filled

My writing makes me uncontented

My terminology is almost vacant

My jargon isn’t crammed to bursting

In fact I’m lost for words

What a paradox

Poem 15- Mud (age 14)

Mud

The crumbling earth is transformed into mud

That squelches as the people wade through

Up to their necks

The mud holds them fast

As the rain pours down from the heavens

Deep below the muddy boggy mess

So different from the dust it used to be

Barren and void

The earth is soft and moist

Fertile, a shoot pokes up through the ground

Delicate, it is crushed

By the thrashing travellers

As they sink beneath the surface

And the earth takes them back

To where they came from

Poem 20- Ozymandias (age 14)

Ozymandias

Ozymandias King of Kings

Used to reign over everything

But that was a long time ago understand

His statue’s now broken and lost in the sand