Wow, Beth, that was pretty intense! You've obviously been reading some scary websites...

(But don't worry, everyone - this is quite an old poem that's been around on the internet for a long time, and it's very unlikely to be true. Don't have nightmares!)

Hope you like them! Saxaphonem8

 

A Bit Of Mouldy Cheese

I’m here to tell you about the time,

I found some mouldy cheese,

At first, I did not know what it was,

(But boy, did it make me sneeze!)

 

 First it was the smell that attracted me,

To our cupboard under the stairs,

Which the rest of the family walked straight past,

(With unsensing nostril hairs!)

 

So I opened the door, which didn’t help much,

And pushed the CD’s out the way,

Then I picked something up that was sticky and squashed,

That really ruined my day!

 

I took it outside to get a better look,

Though now I wish I had not,

For it had gone all green round the edges,

 And looked like it had rot!

 

But I still didn’t know what it was,

So I got my brother to taste it,

He thought he was doing a very good thing,

Because Mum always says, “Never waste it!”

 

I could hear it gurgling in his stomach,

As he digested that horrible stuff,

Then he pulled a face as if to say,

“It tastes like belly button fluff!”

 

So from that day onward I have never eaten,

Any thing remotely strange,

I have stuck to the foods I know and love,

Like chicken legs cooked on the range!

 

By Me

Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Aunty Jan is leaving today,

And I really don’t know why,

But I know I’m going to weep and wail,

And I know I’m going to cry!

 

Uncle Ted is leaving today,

And I begged him not to go,

But he didn’t want to listen to me,

And trudged home through the snow!

 

Grandmama is leaving today,

She said I was too bad,

And comments like that are nasty,

So no wonder I got really mad!

 

Grandfather Joe is leaving today,

Like some of the others have done,

But unlike the others he’s left me a gift,

A big, sticky, caramel bun!

 

Cousin Jeremiah is leaving today,

And I helped him pack his stuff,

But I’m really upset and unhappy now,

So I’m going off in a huff!

 

Big sister Jackie is leaving today,

She is going to see her boyfriend,

I’m thinking a bit more seriously now,

Could this actually be the end?

 

Mum and Dad are leaving today,

They’re leaving me here on my own,

They’re buying a place in the country,

 They’re traveling to the unknown!

 

I’ve decided I’m going to leave today,

In a pink and black dotted Audi,

I’ll wear all different shades of green,

And look extremely dowdy!

 

By Me

 

Me again! c about this one then........................................

 

Feelings of sadness, feelings of pain

 

Squeaky shoes on polished floors

Pushing open well oiled doors

Heading down to the very last bed

A limp, ill man turns his head

 

With a weary smile and aching bones

He heaves himself up with painful groans

A kiss on the cheek, hands clasped together

We look out at the gloomy weather

 

A few weeks later we’re back in our house

The man’s sleeping upstairs; I creep like a mouse

Doing odd jobs, I’m a helping hand

This part of my life was never planned

 

No playing football, no walks in the park

No surfing on lakes, or any of that lark

Those were the things we did, man and I

My brother won’t get them, now you ask why

 

       The man, ill and limp, who sat in the bed

The man, aching, who turned his head

He is my Dad, who’s endured pain and fatigue

When all he wanted was to sleep

 

 

 

 

 

He’s a living miracle, to me anyway

The Dad of my dreams, a strange thing to say

Because he’s not very well, and us kids have to know

However hard we try, Dad’s illness won’t go

 

And we can’t muck about, Dad can’t handle the strain

So we sit and play Hornby, the game with the train

That man is my Dad, I’m proud to admit

Still it’s hard not to cry when he strives to make it

 

I love that man, though he’s different now

No more games of energy, fitness and WOW!

But we still struggle on, with the ironing and more

Dad, Mum, Josh and me,the family surviving M.S war…

 

 

By

 

Alex

Wow, these are all really good! Alex, I love yours! Here's another of mine, not about Young Carers this time. I'm having my Naming Ceremony (a sort of un-religious Christening) at the start of October, and this is the poem (that I wrote) that I'm going to read out.

 

Not Just “Some People”

 

Some people come into our lives,

And decide that they won’t stay,

Some people come into our lives,

And are then soon snatched away,

Some people come into our lives,

And don’t leave, or just say “Bye”,

Some people come into our lives,

And they’ll always be close by,

Some people come into our lives,

And only stay a minute or two,

Some people come into our lives,

And will always stand by you,

No matter when they come and go,

They leave a memory,

If they’re always close by, in your heart,

Then they’re your family. 

 

my legs lament

i wish would work

the way they did before,

they could walk up hills, stairs and ladders

it was never a chore!

 

i wish my legs would do what they used to do

i could walk and run and skip and jump

whenever i needed to!

 

i wish my legs would feel the way they did before

i could sit and kneel and i could bend

they used to be my friends!

 

but now my legs dont work

or feel the way they did before

they dont walk or bend or sit

they dont work anymore

and they cant be what they used to be

so now i have to learn to live with this disability!

 

by my mum!

Beth, your Mum's poem is awesome!

 Here's one I've just written.

 

It’s Not Christmas Yet!

 

Adverts coming on TV,

“Buy Christmas gifts on the net!”,

It makes me wanna yell at the telly,

“It’s not Christmas yet!”.

 

Restaurants are advertising,

“The best Christmas dinner you’ll get”,

I want to burst in through the doors and shout,

“It’s not Christmas yet!”.

 

Golden oldies getting excited,

“It’ll be the best Christmas trip yet!”

I want to walk into their meeting and shout,

“But it’s not Christmas yet!”

 

By the time the festive season passes,

These last few months I will forget,

And by the start of January, I’ll be asking,

“Is it Christmas yet?”

 

 

Rain.....In August

 

You shouldn’t get snow in July,

You shouldn’t get high winds in June,

In January, bees shouldn’t fly,

AND IT SHOULDN’T RAIN IN AUGUST!

 

You wouldn’t get pumpkins in May,

You wouldn’t get lambs in October,

But every year, come what may,

IT ALWAYS RAINS IN AUGUST!

 

You wouldn’t want sun in December,

Or ice on the roads in April,

But every year, you remember?

WE ALWAYS GET RAIN IN AUGUST!

 

What about brown leaves in the Summer?

Or baby animals arriving in Autumn?

I think the weather just keeps getting dumber,

BECAUSE WE’RE GETTING RAIN IN AUGUST!

 

 

Two new ones for me. I had great fun writing them!

 

 

Love

 

Love is when you fancy someone, right?

When you think about them all day and night?

When you care about them, with all your might?

To me, that is love.

 

Isn’t love when someone likes you?

So much that they’ll admit it, too?

And you know that they’ll always stay true?

To me, that is love.

 

I think love is when you don’t really care,

You’re happy as long as that person is there,

And on their head, you wouldn’t harm a hair,

To me, that is love.

 

Love, to me, is having someone there,

Someone who lets you know that they care,

And you care for them too, of which you’re aware,

To me, that IS love.

 

Just another new one from me. Enjoy!

My longest poem yet, I do think. And it only took me two minutes!

 

Life Without Me

 

Just today, watching “It’s a Wonderful Life”,

A sudden thought just hit me,

And I just couldn’t help but wish,

That a Maddi-less world I could see.

 

For you see, I was feeling rather glum,

And just a tad down in the dumps,

I was moody, miserable and slightly crabby,

And I think I’d got “the hump”

 

And then an old man appeared in front of me,

But not like an angel at all,

I was so shocked to see him that I gave a cry,

And off my bed I almost did fall.

 

He took me back to 1994,

The year when I should have been born,

But instead I just saw a man and a woman,

Looking all sad and forlorn.

 

“What did you do?” I asked in surprise,

“What happened to my Mum and Dad?”

The man just smiled, and softly replied,

“They don’t have you, and that’s why they’re sad”.

 

So we fast-forwarded fourteen years,

And found a miserable sight.

My house, dimly lit by lamps,

On a rainy, miserable night.

 

My brother and sister were looking quite happy,

Running in and out of my room,

But it wasn’t my room, it was a lounge!

I was filled with sadness and gloom.

 

I turned to the man, and bowed my head,

And said “I want to go back”,

“I’ve seen the world without me now,

Please, dude, cut me some slack!”.

 

But the angel was gone, and so was the lounge,

Replaced by my bed and computer,

And the old man sped off on his motability scooter,

Waving and tooting his tooter.

 

If I wasn’t here, I don’t think that you’d notice,

Because you wouldn’t have known me at all,

But if you need to know just how great you are,

Just give an old angel a call.

 

My Letter To Santa

Dearest lovely Santa,

 I know it’s August, and a tad bit early,

 But I just want to tell you I’ve been good now,

 (In case later on I’m a naughty girlie).

I haven’t hurt anyone’s feelings this year

, Apart from that girl at school,

 But it really wasn’t very fair,

When she said that you weren’t cool.

I was sticking up for you, Santa,

So really you should adore me,

 Because if the world started hating on Santa,

 What kind of world would that be?

 Exactly, I can hear you saying,

So you’ll bring me lots of toys?

I’ll have the presents from those kids at school,

 They don’t deserve them, ‘specially not the boys

 They pulled my hair, then told on me,

 Because I kicked him hard,

But don’t forget who puts out the sign,

 “Santa Stop Here”, in the yard!

And who has that silly light-up picture,

 Of you falling off the roof?

Yes, that’s right, the boys next door,

 (Trust me, I’m telling the truth).

 Mum says it’s silly to write to Santa,

 So don’t give her any gifts,

The only thing she’s any good for,

 Is giving my football team lifts!

 And that’s not really present-worthy,

 After all, I did say thanks,

 Without us using the car, she’d have to use it,

 To take money to loads of banks.

 So I would like a music player,

(The one with the little heart),

 And trust me, Santa, I am ready,

 For the Christmas party to start!

We’ve always left you cookies and milk

, (I think I saw Mum give you some gin),

And don’t forget the carrot for Rudolph,

 I’m the one who puts that in!

Am I silly for writing to Santa?

To say that would be mean!

It’s not like I’m too old or anything,

 I’m only just fourteen!

cool poems my nan has arthritis and ms i wright rap so erm its not really the same as poems i suppose but poems are cool

Falling In Love Is Hard On Your Knees

 

From first sight he’s quite a dish,

I can’t believe what I just said,

I’m starting to sound like my Nan,

Then thoughts whirl round in my head.

 

As he gets closer, I start to blush,

The heat begins to rise,

And I feel tears of anxiety,

Prickle at my eyes.

 

He’s more than a dish, he’s flipping lush,

And now I sound like a chav!

That’s the sort of girl he’d want,

The sort of girl he’d have.

 

He’s handsome but he’s kind too,

And very, very witty.

And suddenly I find myself,

Wishing I was pretty.

 

I’ve never felt this way before,

Can someone help me please?

Pain strikes me as he just walks past,

Falling in love is hard on your knees.

 just so you know my mum and dad died when i was a baby and i live with my nan who has ms and arthritis   ok heres my rap and heres how it goes

I'm grandmaster B and im here to see!

if reality is trying to fight with me

its taking away what i once had

destroying my dignity 'n' making me look

10x bad!

im here to confirm my forgotten past

asking question questions

getting answers so i now have!

a rough idea to where i was last

you asking me questions ill woop your ...

its hard to survive in school

in class

its so boring im ignoring the questions asked

i come to the end of my life story and all its glory to tell you im glad 

ive had a good life and im not bad!

( i like writing wraps this is the only one about me  ill be posting another one some other time maybe if you like this one)

 

 

Shakspeare's Sonnet 130

My mistress eyes are nothing like the sun

Coral is far more red than her lips red

If snow be white why then her breasts are done

If hair be wires black wires grow on her head

I have seen roses damasked red and white

But no such  roses see I in her cheeks

And in some perfumes there is more delight

Than from the breath that my mistress reeks

I love to hear her speak yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound

I grant I never saw a godess go

My mistress when she treads upon the ground

And yet by well I think my as rare

As if she beiled with false compare

(learnt by heart)

Jazz xx

These are poems I wrote about a certain...for lack of a better word, boy....whom I mentioned in the chat yesterday. He drives me up the flumping wall.

 

A perfect boy, without a fault,

(Apart from being catty and mean),

Everything about him has to be bigger,

He’s a poofy drama queen!

 

If I was ill, he’d surely say,

“Well mine’s worse because I’m dead”,

If I was grounded, he’d tell me,

“Well I’ve been chained to my bed!”

 

“People ask for my autograph,

They bow down in the street!

I once got offered a gajillion pounds,

For doing a Meet’n’Greet!”

 

I’d like to just say “Ha, yeah right!”,

And dive at him, snarling,

But he’d only hit me with his purse,

And say “Oh stop that darling!”.

And after that, because my friends (who also loathe this boy but he clings to us like a limpet) liked it so much, I wrote Limelight 2 (and Limelight 3 is in the works)

 

So you know about the drama queen,

The one who’s more than a bit camp,

He’d say that he was soaking wet,

If I complained about being a bit damp.

Everything is “me me me”,

When it’s about others too,

If I had something good in my life, it’d be,

“Well I’m SO much better than you”

He gets on my nerves, he’s so annoying,

I wish he'd just go away,

But for as long as there's a handbag shop in the area,

It's safe to say that he'll stay.

love that poem maddi its so funny