Here are some of the best poems we've been sent in the last few of years. The poets are probably a lot older by now and embarrassed about their early efforts. I bet they're brilliant by now!

Break Up

by Taylor Rhines (aged 11)

(for the guy who broke my heart!)

You said forever, you said it'll last

you forgot what happens when girlfriends

and best friends collide.

they turn on you

all together,
I told you before - I can't stand it

you know what I mean.

So forget it

Over the summer break you called me

you said it’s over, our relationship’s dead

Now I hate you

and I can't forget what you did to me

but yet

a little part of me says I still love you

and always will.

My Band

by Devon Conrad (aged 12)

We were trying to start a band,

But the only problem was

We couldn't think of a name,

Or what each of us should play, because:

Brittany could play the keyboard,

But she couldn't read music at all

Anne was supposed to learn the guitar

But the one she wanted was still at the mall!

Misty and Haley and I

All wanted to sing in the lead

We decided we'd be a trio

We all sounded good, yes indeed!

We found the solution in the end

5 guys we don't know played the songs

While we sat back and relaxed in our chairs

We weren't band material, we were wrong.

Numb

by Alex

Don’t hate me till you know me,
If you know me hate away,
Nothing you say upsets me,
So abuse me, you may.

The things you say don’t cut me
For the hurt I can feel no more,
So why waste your precious breath on me,
I am numb right to the core.

And the lies you spread about me,
I have no reputation to defend,
The things you say don’t phase me,
But to you it will in the end.

Poem About Splitting Up

by Laura (aged 15)

When we first parted

You put an end to all our years

I was left empty hearted

You left me pain and tears.

I was left in the cold

Why did you leave after so long

I believed everything you told

What did I do wrong?

You were the light of my life

You meant everything to me

I used to dream of being your wife

I suppose our love wasn’t meant to be.

My heart has forever been broken

And I’ve wiped my last tear

The new me has awoken

Now I wont ever have to live in fear.

You never spoke of me

That hurt me deep inside

Why did you hate me?

For months I cried.

You caused me so much heartache

And so much grief

You left for my sake

I cried in disbelief.

I admit defeat

To erase you from my mind

I never want to meet

Another of your kind

Men like you should be locked way

And throw away the key

Tomorrow is a new day

And the beginning of a new me.

First Kiss
poem by Tina (aged 13)

for her boyfriend Danny

When you kissed me
My whole body shook
I didn't know what to do,
I did not know where to look.
I gently closed my eyes,
and put my hands on your face,
and I felt my heart
begin to race.
We looked at each other
and smiled in bliss,
because you were my first real kiss.

I Hate You So Much
poem by Tina (aged 13)

Why do you do the things that you do?
They make no sense to me.
Why do you act the way that you do,
Is it because you still have feelings for me?
Why must you always get in my face?
Is it because you want me back in your embrace?
I don't know why I ever liked you,
I guess......I never did.

The Distant Star

poem by Melanie Narayanasamy

I am the distant star that no one sees.
You may stare at me although I’m not there.
I gently tiptoe past you like the breeze,
Floating by free for all the world to share.

I am the distant star that no one knows.
To find my name you’d need a cryptic clue.
Best avoided like the thorn of a rose.
Used only as much as a single shoe.

I am the distant star that was your friend.
Our friendship reached the heights of the giant oak.
I waited for the card you didn’t send,
And one by one the branches broke.

I am the distant star that people taunt.
Ignored but laughed at, an object of scorn.
Forever a ghost with no one to haunt,
A dusty gravestone that no one will mourn.

I am the distant star that people think,
Will always be an unsightly blemish.
And with every cruel word I quickly shrink,
Feeling starved with every meal I cherish.

I am the distant star that tried to speak,
To ask why there were no wounds where it hurt.
But I keep the tears that never leak,
So there’s nothing to wash away the dirt.

I am the distant star that didn’t know,
Inside myself the beauty I would find.
For within me many candles glow,
But I blew them out because I was blind.

Untitled

poem by Abigail

Don't give me anything you might need to take on into
the next life
a kiss is too much
your embrace feels like a noose
your eyes an open vacuum
and your mouth the orifice
into which I've poured a months worth of wages
my contacts and some fears

I wake as I always do
my mouth tasting of haunted
my hair looks like a hooker's
my eyes fall pleading at your feet
your eyes smiling with indifference
are oblivious to
the kooky springo in my sternum
placed there by you

I tried to climb inside you
but my eyes had filled and internally emptied
their tiny lens cup-lets
into my soul

I wanted to make distance work for us
to stretch my skeletal arms
across starlight and space
to reach you
but you just turn away
or contort my body
it doesn't bend that way

you accused me
endlessly
of making up your mind for you
but I just read your mind
written across your face

so I told you my stories
and you sung me your songs
but in the end we part
as all things do
as clouds parting to reveal
a colder, clearer outline of ourselves

Brother

poem by Abigail

You crack me open like a new beer
letting my tales spin out into the atmosphere
peppering the stillness in the air

You set me going like a fat gold watch
until the times you choose to shut me off
I do it too
I stop the tears half way down my cheeks
and go to sleep on eggshells
weak with relief

You hint I walk the paths that you once trod
but cruelly you offer me
no comfort or counsel
better to keep our relationship
an empty room where neither of us dwell
and filled up by your daughters things
and not called our room anymore

I kid myself that hate is there
not ignorance and indifference
I put myself in your story
though I am not there really
save between the words

On the Cliffs

poem by Abigail

The land was laughing at me
I could feel it
following long broken sheep paths
leading with striding purpose
to the edge of an industry
and then too far to see

sea swell splashes into rock crevices and is caught
sounds like a shotgun
each piece of flotsam and jetsam
appealingly un-plasticated
from a distance

Even as a kid I never believed they would make me
famous
crates of Nike air max trainers
remember that day?
with the boat
with the crumpled sails
with the girl with the gun
and you said they'd be a body on the rocks
and I believed you
but I agreed to come

Is that why they're laughing at me
come take me on
any of you
traitors in your subsidy money sinkholes
if you're in league with the land

Thanks for the brilliant poems Abi! Tell all your friends to post in, competitions will be starting soon!

Supposed To

lyrics by Hannah Brown (aged 12)

I'm sitting outside on the front porch,

Swinging to a sound,

And really nothing is there,

What am I supposed to do,

Am I supposed to break up with you,

Am I supposed to sit,

And wait for it to quit,

My heart is so torn,

Breaking harder again,

And again,

What am I

Supposed to do,

Because I don't know if I can pick myself up again,

Why am I holding on to something that is not meant to be broken,

Your heart against mine,

Doesn't work out all the time,

Why am I the only that's crying?

I call you,

Hear your voice,

Scream at you,

Because I have no choice,

Tell you what did I do,

Am I the one that's acting a fool,

Baby am I the only one that notices it between you and me,

I'm hurting,

Passing on,

Don't know where to follow, am I supposed to run away,

Am I supposed to say,

Forgive me ,

Forgive me,

What am I supposed to do,

Because baby,

I don't know if it can go on between me and you,

I'm falling on the ground,

Screaming into the phone,

What I'm supposed to do,

What am I supposed to say,

Baby,

Its over ,its over, between you and me,

Its over,

Its gone..

Again,

What am I supposed say,

Am I supposed to runaway,

It's over, it's over, Don't hide away,

Don't hide away, Don't hide away,

Its over, its over, its over

Between you and me, between, between you and me.

Thanks Hannah, you were the first to post in with your excellent lyrics!

The Romantic Gesture

poem by Stuart Randall

She stopped
Dead still
In the middle of the path
So I turned to her
A mathematician to a graph
She smiled
Her hands
Fell softly into mine
I could feel the awkward silence
And the people passing by
I turned
Away
To see where we had stopped
Outside the burger bar
You could hear a penny drop
I moved
Closer
She was waiting patiently
But I passed her lips and whispered
Shall we get a bite to eat?
Are you hungry?

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