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