Hello! Today I am going to be sharing a short poem with you- I hope you enjoy it!
Strings
When night came,
A heavy blackness
Hid the sun,
Smothering wisps of white,
Obscuring rays of light.
Children were afraid
of the rigid dark
The dark. The dark that would not leave
So God plucked out
handfuls of light
Hanging them along the sky
Strings of stars began
to illuminate the night
Thank you!
Love, Sydney
Hiya!
I hope you enjoy today’s poem- ‘Wonderland’.
Wonderland
Cartwheeling fairies prance over the river,
Scattering fairy dust like golden glitter,
Swimming and racing along with the fish,
Whilst using their magic to grant me a wish.
Willow trees on the bank begin to shiver
as wind blows through the month of September.
Dandelions swaying along with the breeze,
Butterflies soaring together with bees.
Glowing eyes perched on top of a tree-
a white toothy grin emerges with glee.
Blue caterpillar eating a red mushroom,
puffing a pipe, emitting smoke rings of doom.
This way and that way, hop over the spring,
Hear the melodic bluebirds and sparrows sing.
Amber sun starting to set, time flew away,
leaving me breathless at the end of the day.
Thank you!
Love, Sydney
Hi!
The next poem in my eyes series is about my uncle. I don’t feel as if I know my uncle well enough to write a poem about him so I chose write about the colour of his eyes instead of what I see when I look at his eyes. His eyes remind me of the sea so essentially this is a poem about the sea.
Water For Eyes
Starfish gather on the ocean floor,
Splaying all five arms across the sand,
Where seaweed sways to and fro,
Tangling with hidden sea horses.
Hermit crabs scuttle from shell to shell,
Discarding beauties that will wash ashore,
To be found by collectors of pretty things,
Who will disperse them amongst the grass.
Turtles gather, swimming in harmony,
Whilst dolphins leap through the waves
Catching the last of the sun-
As it disappears into the night.
At night still the sharks are chasing
Little fish swirling in their shoal.
Electric eels zinging quickly
Through the electric darkness.
That is the ocean.
Love, Sydney
Hiya!
This next poem is part of my ‘eyes’ series and is about Jack Johnson who is a rapper and my inspiration. It upsets me how some people only like Jack Gilinsky not Jack AND Jack. I wanted express how amazing he is! I don’t think this is such a problem anymore as people are treating them more equally now!
Groovy baby
So, tell me where you’re from
Tell me your name.
You look like a nice boy,
Mother’s would love- except mine.
My mother loves Gilinsky,
I’ve trained her well.
Are you a ‘geek’?
Not quite-
With the times.
A shadow blocked out.
By the hot one,
Your best friend,
His name’s Gilinsky.
In fact,
You’re the chilliest-
The most philosophical
Of all the people
I’ve seen before,
And you’re pretty,
Pretty damn smart.
I hate when people,
Push you away,
Ignore your brilliance,
Crop you out.
There’s more than one
Jack in Jack and Jack.
You’re groovy baby.
Love, Sydney
Today’s poem is part of a series I wrote on ‘eyes’. This one is about Jack Gilinsky who became famous for being a viner and is now more well known for being a singer. When I first met Jack and looked into his eyes I felt so euphoric because I’d waited so long for that moment and in this poem I describe all of the things I felt (cheesy, I know!).
Lost at Sea
Rainbows crisscrossing the sky,
Knitting a warm quilt,
Bursting with every colour-
Colours no one human can see,
Mixing with drops of rain
Rain that floods the world
Ripping trees from their roots
Cracking the earth.
Unleashing a jar of unknowns,
Roaring through the universe
Twisting the stars
Changing Everything.
Angels rejoicing above us
Sweet melodic voices singing.
Buckets of glitter fall,
Upon a field of pink and orange.
Time is reversing-
Bringing dinosaurs back to life.
We race on mammoths,
Our laughter crumbling mountains
Of sugar and candy canes,
Melting into golden puddles of
Lakes filled with diamonds-
Piercing the heavy sheets of black.
Tsunamis pound the shores,
Destroying grain upon grain of sand,
Crushing cruel jagged rocks,
Making millions of hearts race,
Widening the people’s eyes.
Escaping treacherous waves,
Barely clinging to our lives,
Leaping from cloud to cloud,
Dancing on only air,
Kicking wind across the nation.
Caught in the eye of the storm,
Screaming with exhilaration.
That’s what it feels like,
To look into your eyes.
Thank you for reading!
Love, Sydney
Hello! In honour of my best friend’s birthday I am sharing a poem with you that I wrote to cheer her up. It can also be sung to the tune of ‘My favourite things’.
Your favourite things
Nash Grier’s snapchats and tweetings on Twitter,
Young orange hunter and Sky’s baby sitter.
Life of the Party and Show you and Strings,
These are a few of your favourite things.
Cameron’s safe cuddles and warm chocolate eyes.
Vines and Youtube Videos with the guys.
The way JJ raps and Gilinsky he sings,
These are a few of your favourite things.
‘Friends’ marathon whilst you eat some maltesers,
Chinese takeaways eating your prawn crackers.
An angel called Sydney with massive white wings,
These are a few of your favourite things.
When Nash he cries, when Cam don’t ring,
When you’re feeling sad.
Just simply remember your favourite things
And then you won’t feel so bad.
Love, Sydney
Hello! I have recently become tree obsessed and so I decided to write this poem following on from the theme of nature in my last poem.
I want the trees now
I want the trees now.
How can I have the sky
But not the trees?
I never liked the trees before,
My eyes were changed
To a filter called discover.
Trees can be collages
When you take the time
To look, to create, to appreciate
The blue strips cutting through
Twisted, branches reaching.
As they reach they tangle
Ever so tenderly around each other.
Spring brings an abundance
Of delicate pink petals
Jumping from branch to sky
Slowly spiralling to the roots
Entrenched deep in the ground
Desperately searching for water.
I think I want the rain too.
But I’ll never want the oceans.
Thank you!
Love, Sydney
Hello! I decided to write this poem because I was touched by the lyrics from ‘Never Be Alone’ by Shawn Mendes: ‘When you fall asleep tonight just remember that we lay under the same stars’. Once again, I wrote this poem with no idea what would come out of the pen next. Stars are my favourite thing and I never really knew why. Writing this poem helped me to understand why I love stars so much.
Mendes Thoughts
There are no words that I could use
That do justice to the beauty of stars.
I’ve finally figured out why,
Stars are my favourite thing.
I believe people can be born,
With a star for their soul.
My mother is living proof of this,
She has an everlasting glow,
That only my eyes can see.
I’m always trying to look up more,
To see the best thing our universe offers:
Like the stars, the moon, the sky.
Clouds feel like my friends-
We both get grey and stormy
But we are full of sunshine too.
Clouds are my touchstone,
At least I know they won’t leave me.
Even when I die- I shall rest in the clouds.
If we were to divide the world,
I’d give you the sun, the flowers,
The oceans, the trees
As long as I have the stars,
The sky, the moon, the clouds.
I don’t need the sun
I already have every other star.
Stars could end wars
If people just looked up
At the peaceful blanket of hope
That watches us while we sleep-
Wherever we are, lost or alone.
Everybody lays or stands
Under the sky that is everywhere,
The sky that unites us.
It is not hard to recognise,
How truly beautiful our sky is.
At eighteen I will go afar,
To seek a better life
To explore away from here.
I am scared to be alone
Without my mother’s hand.
There will be no one.
But I will remember-
That we lay under the same stars.
I’ll never be alone.
I worry when you’ll die
Who will be there?
No one knows me
In the way that you do.
Looking up at the night sky-
I know you’ll be there
You’ll be the brightest star
And you’ll make me fall in love-
With the night,
All over again.
I hope you enjoyed it!
Love, Sydney
Hi!
Today’s poem was a very interesting poem for me to write. I just let this poem go with the flow and I didn’t try to force the words out of myself! My stimulus was a sign that said ‘Reduce speed now’ and I had no idea what I was going to write. I think this is how I write best- not having a clue what’s coming next…
Ripped up concrete
Reduce speed now
Or we’ll never slow down,
Trees are racing past us.
Lonely girl staring out of a window
Admiring the blur of cars
Who aren’t slowing down.
Why slow now?
Guards bristle with anticipation
As I silently slip past
Trying to ignore and be ignored
Respecting these guards
Who are here to protect
What I don’t want them to protect.
There’s no blossom
Balanced on their fingertips.
Shouldn’t I be allowed
To fill my life with mistakes
So I can figure out if,
They are mistakes
There’s a mistake I want to make
Together with, you-
Are the mistake.
We are harmless.
How are we different to any two people in love?
Why would it be different,
If you were a banker
Or I lived in Ireland
By hurting no one
By loving me
You are doing wrong.
Society is more corrupted
Than I ever imagined.
Sentence rapists and
Leave us alone.
You can’t tell us who
To fall madly, deeply in love with,
It’s not our fault who we love
Why can’t you let us be?
Is this really freedom,
To restrict me
From something so harmless.
At least I don’t live in a warzone,
At least I’m not on death row.
These are the things I tell myself
When I think my life is unfair.
We could flee to Morocco
When I turn eighteen,
Except I don’t even know,
If he feels what I feel.
It is because of society.
Our corrupted, dangerous society,
I don’t know what he feels.
It’s not as if anybody cares though.
There’s this Dave Franco lookalike,
Gloriously taking over my TV
And I think I would like him
If you weren’t out of my limit.
Don’t they realise?
I only want you more and more now.
Sorry dude.
If we ever meet in Morocco.
When we meet in Morocco-
I’ll be ignoring that sign that says
Reduce speed now.
Thank you! Love, Sydney
Hello! This week’s poem takes inspiration from the poem in the film ’10 Things I Hate About You’. The original poem is written about an ex-boyfriend but I couldn’t think of anyone that I intensely hated so I decided to write about hating death instead.
10 Things I hate About you
I hate the way you took my Nanny
When I was old enough to remember,
I hate how you make people want you
Because you cause them so much pain,
I hate it when you make me cry
At grey funerals filled with sorrow,
I hate how I’m reminded of you
Every time I hear Somewhere over the rainbow
Or see a pot of homemade jam,
I hate you because you won’t let me hug Nanny
When I need her so so much,
I hate your rubbish connection line
That never lets me hear her voice,
I hate the way you leave me memories
But don’t let us create anymore,
I hate how you are left with people
When all we get is a ghost,
I hate how it’s been two whole months
And I’ve been hurting all this time,
But mostly- I hate you because we can’t destroy you
Even if we wanted to.
Love, Sydney
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