try their hand at poetry for animals, with remarkable, witty and downright silly poems. by Kate age 11 have a cat called Hector Who we rescued from the street He tends to sneeze quite a bit And his breath smells of cheesy feet Fish by Matthew (aged 10) I am a fish, People want to eat me in a dish I have fins to help me swim People want to kill me limb from limb, I have little bones Sometimes I scratch my back along stones I swim peacefully across the sea I don't want to be anyone's tea! Animals by Nicole (aged 10) Animals are sweet and soft Animals are a comfy loft Animals have feelings of their own Animals have their own tone When you are nice they will like you But don't get tricked they will sike you Get used to animals, they are nice Don't get too close they might have lice Imaginary Animal by Devon (aged 11) I'm making up a 'maginary animal. It's got: Head of a lion Feet of a dragon Body of a flying squirrel Ears of a koala Rear end of a snake And tail of a bird. I'll call it: Dragonqueenbuttlessroaringbirdbrainfireyfuzzear The Cat by Kate (aged 11) There once was a cat from Hong Kong Who went around with a pong! Then one day a man With a rather large fan Blew away that cat from Hong Kong! Pigs by Amy Cooper (aged Pigs are plump Rough pigs Tough pigs Pigs can be called Percy Pigs can be pretty Pigs in their mud baths Nine days old. Pigs can be skinny Pigs have meat Pigs are PORK CHOPS! But the only thing That we love is Pigs! Pigs! Pigs!
Can't resist a couple more! I agree with this one - 100%! You will see why! Ball of Fur by Lisa Burge (aged 13) A tiny fuzzy ball of fur the family thinks the world of her she goes racing down the hall and bounces like a rubber ball I've vowed to get rid of her when she scratches on the furniture but then she'll come and nuzzle me when I'm sitting down to watch TV And the anger is all put to rest when she comes to lie upon my chest and starts to purr her kitten song as if she's done nothing wrong No matter just how hard I've tried I'm afraid that I've been kittyfied. (Me too- I am afraid!!) My Dog by Kristin Y. (aged 11) My dog ran into a wall, We think Her face is flat. She's kinda fat And no one can see her nose Her name is Chloe She's the runt But the cutest of all Cause she's My dog... The one that ran into a wall. A Struggle of a Cat by Tracy Brinks (aged 13) Cats are lazy and sleep all day In the shade or in the sun. But when they wake they want to play With almost everyone. Sometimes they clean their fur With their rough little tongue. But the problem is what will occur When the cleaning session is done. They cough and spit up a hairball Which is not quite easily done. They drive themselves up the wall For it is not much fun. You see, the cat has quite a fight Because of their own choice. So upon them I shine the light And if they had a voice They might say that we have it good For we don't have to cough up a hairball And maybe we would have understood The struggle with a cat's hairball.
Thanks! The last one is mine, the first one is a tag Rita gave me! Guess everyone sees Poetry and gets scared off!! LOL! Thanks for sticking in there with me, Wildman!
I think you can kind of tell from the other thread that the Wildman enjoys the poetry. Shouldn't be scared of it, some very wise things are stated in the words of poetry. Glad to see that I am not alone in this assumption. Thanks Wildman
See now you have encouraged me, so...... The Cat Lovers' Poem by Sara Ness (aged 13) When the world was new And the lava was hot And good was good And bad was not God created the earth And all things thereon The seas, and the land And the humans, his pawn. He created the fish And the birds and the sky And as the seven days passed on by He created the greatest thing of all - The cat, from whom all the greatest pets call. When he was done, he was tired and sore He'd done quite a lot, but he still needed more. So as the very last thing, before he went to bed, He created the dog, and laid down his head. But the dog was unfinished, so docile and tame - For God was quite tired. He'd forgotten the brain. What a future this child who wrote the above peom has! Very smart too! LOL! J/K DOG!! My Pets by Kristin Y. (aged 11) I've got… 1 cat 2 dogs 3 fish 4 snakes 5 worms 6 chickens 7 hogs 8 cows 9 sharks 10 birds 11 words... (I love them all but why won't they all behave?) 12 ant eaters 13 horses 14 mice 15 rats 16 frogs 17 toads (I love them all but why won't they all behave?) A future pet psychologist?? The Photograph by Ria Halder (aged 11) Yesterday I saw a photograph. The photograph showed a Giraffe. The Giraffe was signing an auto- Graph. For a baby calf. The Giraffe Was blue, with a little bit of Yellow. And the funny thing was, He was playing a cello! He was a funny fellow! It was Surprising, because a Giraffe is Supposed to be tall. But this one Was small, about the size of a foot- Ball. His shoes were shaped like Canoes! And on his nose he had a Big bruise. He had a smile about The size of a mile! Oh, what a style!! The kid that wrote it has style! My Cat by Amy Lambert (aged 10) My cat got fatter and fatter. I didn't know what was the matter. Then, know what she did? She went in the cupboard and hid. She was fat when she went in, but she came out - thin! I had a peep. Know what I saw? little kittens all in a heap 1-2-3-4. My cat's great. Cute poem! Yes, a little rough, but, just think where they can go!!
These are written by my grand-daughter for Remembrance Day at her school ... [age 10] OF A SOLDIER I feel the wind Tossle my hair And I hear the cry Of a soldier in despair I hear their thoughts I feel them cry And one by one I see them die In this graveyard of poppies I see families that lost Someone they loved That cried through sun and frost I see the families That lost fathers, brothers I see the families With only daughters and mothers I hear a gunshot I know I'm dying My knees collapse On the ground, I'm lying I feel the wind Tossle my hair And I hear the cry Of a soldier in despair >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The Undeserved Grave I feel the wind Toss my hair, It makes me remember It is not fair! I remember Those who fought, Those who died Life is what they should have got. I see a poppy My eye forms a tear, I remember when My heart was full of fear. As I put down the flowers I hold Onto my father's grave, I know he has gone to a better place I know he died fearless and brave. For my father is buried in the ground He died when he had nowhere to go, My father fought for this country He did not even get to see me grow. I remember when I waited in bed Scared for my father's life, He got shot in his chest By the opponent's rifle. Now I visit his undeserved grave, I know he died being brave, My daddy fought in the war, Our dream is now that hatred shall be no more.
Here is another one she wrote but it is attempting to write lyrics for a song. Doesn't Matter (A SONG FOR A SINGER) Doesn't matter where you are Doesn't matter where you want to be I'll wait until the end of time for you As long as you love me I'd rather live a year with you Then live a million lives cold and blue I've waited so many years already But I'll wait a million more Just for one day with you That's all I'm waiting for Don't expect me to be alone 'Cuz you ain't the only one I got But don't worry your little head You're the only one with a shot Don't hate me for living life I've been waiting already I'm dating many guys so closely But I ain't going steady Doesn't matter where you are Doesn't matter where you want to be I'll wait until the end of time for you As long as you love me I'd rather live a year with you Then live a million lives cold and blue Na na na Na na na Na na na Na na nana na I hope you will come back soon So my love will still be here If you don't come back soon That's my only fear Come back soon Still be here Come back soon My only fear Doesn't matter where you are Doesn't matter where you want to be I'll wait until the end of time for you As long as you love me I'd rather live a year with you Then live a million lives cold and blue
Hi Rita - thank U. Yes, she is talented. U should read the stories she writes one would swear it was written by an adult. I have encouraged her to send all her poems and stories to me so I can have them put into a book form and give them to children at the Children's Hospital. Her passion is writing and she says that she wants to be a novelist but in order not to starve she may just become a teacher or a vet cuz she loves animals. Takes after Grams who can write great poems after a couple of rum eggnogs.
Peaches!! They are good, I like the song alot, too! Hope she gets all she goes for, so, we can read her stories- wouldn't it be great if they were all about Peaches?!! LOL! NO!? Allright, it's great you are putting them in book form - you can save a few for her wedding, her first child and her grandchild. I wish I had more stories about my Grands. Are they short stories, short enough for here?! I'd like to read one at least!
Hi Marja - I am supposed to be writing my autobiography and have only gotten as far as 14 pages. Now we are packing for a move so it will be delayed again. My GD writes short stories but I have to get her to send them to me. She does it mostly on paper even though she has her own computer. For Xmas I got her a combo printer/scanner/copier so now she has no excuse that she cannot scan any. I have asked her mother to collect the stories for me and to send them out. Hopefully, if this happen, I promise to post a story or two here. If there is a blank piece of paper to be had in the house, she is busy writing. Here is a poem she wrote within 10 minutes for a friend about her dog .... MUGSY Mugsy likes to be scratched behind the ear, MaryAnn is who he likes to be near. He barks at neighbours and friends, His barking is something that never ends. He is a small poodle with white, curly fur, He sees the neighbours and says "grr"! Mugsy is quite old and not always kind, But when he gets to know you, he is a great find. A dog that makes some jump up into the sky, Is a friend to MaryAnn, always on her side. ......................................................... Another one but a little different style ... Me The most beautiful girl you'll ever see And everyone wants to be like me As their hopes grow thin I start to grin I laugh hee he ! Their hopeful eyes are so very teary They see things oh so bleary The more tears they cried The harder they tried I smile and they Grow dreary So dreary They no longer can see cle ar !
This is almost on the spooky side, but my eleven year old grandson also wants to be a writer. His parents sent some of his work to a publisher, he was turned down of course, but told to keep submitting as he shows great potential. Your grand daughter show the same qualities. It may be worth while to submit some of her work to a publisher as well. Hey I don't think some of todays novelists are hurting financially. My grandson was told that perseverance is the name of the game, an not to take the turn downs personally. Thanks Wildman
Hi - the thought of sending a sample book to a publisher has crossed my mind. First I have to convince her to send the stuff to me via email as I live 350 miles away from her home. I asked her mother to email or mail her work rather than throw it away which is what was being done. What can I say, Wildman - great minds think alike. You know, publishers can be convinced that children love to read stuff written by other children - with a bit of editing, if necessary, it can be done and away it goes!! I can also take the time to make up a bunch of books myself, pay for a kiosk in a Mall & have her sign each book we sell. The parents of your grandson might try to do this too. This thread and u have inspired me to push harder to get her writings to me. Thanks.
Talked to the daughter last night, am trying to get her to register here at Wilders, an then under her supervision let my grandson do some poetry. I think he is still to young to be out here on his own, although he is a very sweet kid. Grandson seemed excited about this possibility. Thanks Wildman
