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