5000 views (And 2 painful hours of formatting)

Well I've reached 5000 views! As many of you are aware due to losing my duel with Kallista on Derek's blog (comments 2401-2800) instead of only giving you 10 poems as a prize, I now have to post all 40 of them. But since many of you made a very hard decision in only choosing 10 and since 40 poems is too many for one blogpost I will post the poems in groups of 10 throughout this week. And the first 10 that I shall post will be the 10 poems that were most voted for. So here they are...

MY OLD POEMS!

So there were 11 poems with 5 + votes so I'll let you have that extra one. In order of most voted here are the poems. Any spelling or grammatical mistakes are part of the poems and are there as I didn't spot them when I wrote them and won't remove them now to ensure you get the full experience of the poem from when it was written.

Poem 2- Ancient Wonders (age 14)

Ancient Wonders

Great triangles of stone

In desert sand

The biggest of them all

Still proudly stands

In Babylon, a wonderful garden

Appears to float in the air

Great fruit trees and wonderful flowers

Life itself does stop and stare

The Statue of Zeus is forbidding and tall

And made out of marble and bronze

It was carved with great care with ivory and love

With birds such as eagles and swans

The Temple of Artemis is our wander four

With doors made of wood and marble laid floors

And a wonderful library but oh what a shame

The temple’s destroyed now devoured by flame

The Mausoleum of Maussollos

Was a grand tomb

It was made of white marble

Carved with blossoms and blooms

The colossus of Rhodes, stood at 30 metres  tall

A statue of a god (name of Helios I recall)

The God of the sun, with his chariot in the sky

But along came an earthquake, I’m afraid it’s good bye

And last but not least we’ve a giant lighthouse

At the top there’s a giant ball of flame

While surrounded by mirrors that gleam in the light

It provides Alexandria a beacon of the night

Poem 25- Spy of Evil (age 14)

Spy of Evil

I am the villain’s chief head spy

I am his ears I am his eyes

Information I seek for him

So the world shall fall and he will win

That’s when I his spy shall strike

I’ll turn against him and take power

Betrayal and treachery alike

The time approaches hour by hour

I shall rule through time and space

The leader of my master race

Evil’s won good has retreated

Vanished, gone, it is defeated

I shall be master of creation

Evil Lord for ever lasting

None can beat me

I’m invincible

The world shall turn to ash

Poem 5- Epilepsy (age 14)

Epilepsy

This tale I tell will give you a fright

And it starts in a house in the middle of the night

A boy was wandering round the house

As quiet as a quiet mouse

When suddenly he had a fit

His arms and mouth froze up a bit

He couldn’t walk or move or breathe

His legs and lungs began to freeze

He fell unconscious to the floor

His body see, was feeling poor

Now all of this is very bad

No wonder he was feeling sad

He felt bewildered and bemused

He felt quite puzzled and confused

Then suddenly it went away

And the boy slept on through night and day

And woke up in the afternoon

Not quite recovered from his swoon

The moral of this poem is

That epilepsy’s bad for kids

Poem 9- I wandered lonely as a fish (age 14) - Parody of Wordsworth's Daffodils

I wondered lonely as a fish

I wandered lonely as a fish
That swims along beneath the sea,
When all at once I saw a shark,
Who tried to eat me for his tea;
His teeth were sharp I was not brave,
As I thought about my watery grave.

Continuous as the grains of sand
That lie along the ocean floor,
They stretched in never-ending line
The teeth that filled his mouth galore:
I saw ten thousand in a row,
Gleaming with blood from his last foe.

The waves around him crashed; but he
Ignored them as he chased his prey:
A fish he could not but be scared,
The shark was on a killing spree:
I swam - and swam - but little thought

To how the shark made me distraught:

For often, when in the sea I swim
In vacant or in pensive mood,
The memory flashes upon my  eye
Reminding me what life includes;
And then my heart with relief fills,
The shark had made some different kills.

Poem 34- The Treacherous Brother (age 15)- A poem I wrote about Pyro when I was very very very mad at him. (Pyro- I'm truly sorry for writing this- as you know)

The Treacherous Brother

His selfish needs

And selfish deeds

Ensured his troubled life

And all his stuff

Was not enough

It only caused him strife

The boy will lie

And yell and cry

In order to pass the blame

His daily sin

A tale he’ll spin

And often enough without shame

To whine for more

He did ensure

That he would need another

No thoughts for friends

My poem ends

About my treacherous brother

Poem 4- Darkness (age 14)

Darkness

Deep in the swirling void I dwell

I wield despair

I am the origin of hate

I am the source of grief and madness

But for me there’d be no war

I emanate evil and decay

I am the Lord of Darkness

My minions are pain and fear

I grow ever stronger

Sowing my dark seeds

I shall crush out light

And leave creation an ashen hell

Poem 8- I Dreamt About The World's Destruction (age 11)- My first published poem

I Dreamt About The World’s Destruction

The sky was dark, the clouds were grey,

The lightning crackled, the thunder boomed,

Everyone knew that they were doomed.

Suddenly, there was a swirling misty wind,

The grey space ship had come!

The door opened and the awesome

Gruesome monster appeared,           

And started to have fun!

It stormed around the village,

Destruction lay ahead,

All things that were alive, now lifeless and dead.

The town and then the country went up in smoke,

And soon all the continents,

And all the oceans, and their folk!

One awful night,

The monster’s mighty roar.

Was so, so loud, that I saw

The whole world split in two.

Then, the monster sped off, to destroy the moon.

I woke up, it was a dream,

But… then something made me scream.

The monster was rampaging round my bedroom!!!

Poem 22- Power of Ice (age 14)

Power of Ice

The spears of ice do freeze my brittle bones

With icy scree and shards of cold grey stones

Be midst the piles of snow and arctic wind

The bleak forbidding rock whispers harshly

Of secrets lost be midst the mists of time

Known only by the rock the snow the wind

Who tell to no one what they’ve known to years

While snow and ice mount up ‘gainst the frozen river

Poem 23- Sapphire (age 14)

Sapphire

This beautiful stone, shade of indigo blue

Glints in the light of the setting sun

Sending aquamarine rays to the left and the right

The stone’s made of fragments the colour of night

The stone’s set in gold with amethyst around

As the blue and the violet and purple combine

This beautiful thing as the stone starts to sing

Pure notes made of quartz

There is nothing so fine

Its crystalline splendour can only be found

Inside a volcano or deep underground

Where magma and gases explode with out sound

Forming a cherry red, fiery mound

Which smoulders and seethes for thousands of years

And the stone is cocooned in a veil of tears

As the mound cracks open with shards of white bone

To reveal this crystal, this marvellous stone

Poem 33- The Shark (aged 14)

The Shark

I met a terrifying shark

Although small, still was scary

The way it disembowelled it’s prey

It left me feeling queasy

 

He ripped the poor prey into shreds

It’s tender flesh went flying

The savagery of this attack

Left the prey wounded and dying

It’s innards flying through the air

A sopping pulpy mess

How many times this shark had done

This cruelty I can’t guess

The shark had eaten all he could

Leaving the prey in the rain

I’ll never look at a watermelon

In exactly the same way again

For all fruit and vegetables still in the dark

Please be aware of the vegetarian shark

For though he doesn’t still eat meet

He has retained his vicious teeth

For what could make a nicer meal

(Instead of fish and squid and eel)

Than rock hard cabbage and orange peel?

Poem 36- The Winkle Wonk (aged 10)- This is the first poem that I ever wrote that I still have a copy of. If there are any earlier poems then they do not survive and I don't remember writing them. So from the midst of time I present you with Octaboona's first ever poem.

The Winkle Wonk

One day I met a Winkle Wonk

I met him in the shops

He told me he was looking for some zweeny lollipops.

I said there were none here

As they grew above the skies

He said I thought they grew in trees

I use for chicken pies.

I said chicken pies were not made from trees

But from a little whistling sound which is known as the breeze.

Which won’t be invented until Wednesday next week

The Winkle Wonk sat down and cried

I thought on Wednesday next week

I’d find a blue and purple cow

But anyhow As a tear rolled down his cheek

I said that wasn’t possible

As cows are green

And bumblebee’s are pink

And at that he simply vanished

With his pets a rangle gangle

And a herd of kitchen sinks.

And this is the thing that puzzles me

As kitchen sinks aren’t pets

But the things you find on Friday at the doctors and the vets

And the rangle gangle hasn’t even been invented yet

I know this as I saw him on a flying jumbo jet.

And this is what confuses me

As kitchen sinks are just another name for zweeny lollipops

So if he had a herd of them already

Why did he go to the shops.

So here are your 11 most voted for poems. Please leave a comment below telling me what you thought of my early works.