Poetry

War
Blood splatters the trench red.
Someone’s heart explodes with sorrow and tears of pain roll down cheeks.
A merciless sniper makes his 98th kill,
98 families are heart broken, distraught.
Bombs fall like rain exploding when they hit the ground.
Grenades fly. Land. Shatter into a million pieces penetrating skin and flesh.
Ripping through someone’s soul.
Lifeless bodies fall to the ground.
- Resting in heavens hands

Nicholas Brabyn



Aborigines
Curious brave
Hunting for food
Harmony with the land
Dancing around the fire happily.

Chloe Cakau



Waterfall
Flowing gracefully
Clear water glistening
Sharp rocks pointing upwards Birds singing in the background

Chloe Cakau




Haiku
Thundering grey waves
Foamy manes of sea horses
Upon the white spray

Greta Lund




Autumn
Golden dancers pass
The beauty is breathtaking
Hide from the soft chill

Jessica McFelin



Diamante
Hot
Warm dehydrated
Burning steaming heating
Fire sun ice glacier
Chilling shivering numbing
Bitter freezing
Cold

Julia Musgrave




Diamante
Honesty
Loyal faithful
Caring sharing understanding
Truthfully blissfully guilty heart-rending
Suffering hurting distressing
Cruel nasty
Lies

Maloti Maama




Diamante
Sea
Freezing wet
Splashes swirls engulfs
Salty spray sterile isolated
Shrivels cooks heats
Sweltering waterless
Desert

Georgia Shepherd




The Haunted House

Howls and moans
From inside
Rattle the windows
Tap on the panes.
Vines draped over the slanted roof
Whip the air
Aimlessly.
Broken down doors, smashed beer bottles
Add to the gloom of this rickety, forgotten mansion.

Overgrown weeds
Peep over the cracks on the pavement
Tiles caked with dirt and mud
Forgotten, unopened letters lie on the doorstep
Ancient, soggy papers rustle in the light breeze, advertisements flap on the garden path
Their once bright colours
Faded into near nothingness
Old empty soda cans and chip cartons
Peep out from under dustbin lids
Hopefully
As if someone might use them again.

And blood,
Blood is everywhere!
Leaking from cracks in the bricks
Flowing from shattered windows
Melancholy organ music plays sullenly, darkly
A wolf howls in the distance
This house looks as if
Someone’s taken a nightmare and left it there.

And I,
I am
I am only a ghost
Here
At this
Old
Haunted
House.

Sophie van Waardenberg




Fog
Silent, heavenly
Enveloping the land
In a tight embrace
Like mother to a child

Sophie van Waardenberg




Autumn
Bent, twisted branches
Scraping aimlessly at sky
In search of lost leaves

Sophie van Waardenberg




The Haunted House

Hesitantly inching across the mossy surface of an overgrown path,
Behind, a forest; thick with wild weeds and viny tendrils,
In front lies and old, remote forgotten house.
A house so ancient that it looks like a house no more.
Climbing up rickety stairs to find a pair of big, black eyes staring.
Screams fill the air and the owl hoots loudly as it flies off into the distant.
Recovering,
Opening the door as a damp, musty smell wafts by.
Stepping timidly through a long, dark corridor,
Floorboards creaking, creaking.
Suddenly, from the corner of my eyes,
Spying several misty forms, all coming towards me.
Quaking in terror as the ghosts circle me,
Trying to grip my soul and make it their own.
Screeching in anguish, felling cruel, heartless, bony hands grapping with my sprit.
Trying to run but it’s too late- they’ve got me.
“Your ours now” they shrieked with a bloodcurdling cackle
“We’ve got you and we’ll never let you go”.
Falling in an endless pit,
Coming out.
Knowing.
Different.
One of them now.
Waiting……………..Waiting.

Livne' Ore




The Olympics!!!

Olympics where all countries will meet
Long distance runners, walkers and swimmers compete
Yachting, windsurfing, rowing and all water sports
Marching to glory and medal and sorts
People casting aside all their hatred and fears
In a time of courage and honour and tears
China hosted the Olympics 2008
Sports is the pathway to peace over hate

Afi Jenkinson




Spooky, slithering, snared
slippery, slashed, sneaky,
slaughtering, striped,
stretched, snake

Omar Khan




Call from You
There I was,
All alone,
Waiting silently,
By the phone,

Expecting nothing,
Nothing at all,
But secretly hoping,
You would call.

Sonnyeo Htay




Beauty
Beauty is not your face,
In this Human Race,
It’s the love that’s shared with others,
What children get from their mothers,
It shall not be harmful or become a disgrace,
It shall be the sun shining in the morning, hitting your soft sweet face.

Maria Yoon