Sydney is a very smart and creative young lady. Sydney W. loves to write and specializes in poems. She has given everyone the chance to see her wonderful poems, written by her. Sydney, who is only a 9-year-old, has always expressed great passion in writing and wants to be a writer when she grows up.
“The opposite of the night, / Drapes a shimmery white, / A plant of bright dark green, / Nothing you’ve ever seen”
A lovely room
The opposite of the night,
Drapes a shimmery white,
A plant of bright dark green,
Nothing you’ve ever seen.
White doors opening wide
To a sandy beach.
You’ll love the room so much,
You won’t be able to speak.
What teachers seem to be!
My teacher’s name is Ms. Plumpagee and she is very plump.
She acts like she’s stuck in the 1900s and her hair is rather a stump.
She never washes her hands, after a lesson of history.
I’ll ask my father to sue her, yes he is really quite rich, you see.
Then next year I had a teacher, she was horrid and a snitch.
Then I really wished Ms. Plumpagee, was mine and was here stick.
I was really rather quite generous,
After I sent her away. Wow, a year ago I was rather quite mean to Ms. Plumpagee.
Witches
All skinned in black,
Can’t say no to drab,
Mysterious creatures.
Hidden in the cape of black are feelings,
Not well known,
Be them from the dead or be them from the alive.
Who knows the beauty, the flaws, the ugliness, of these power stricken people?
And I am one of these people,
Safe from being underestimated.
My piece of hope
My lips are blue
My hair turned blue
My skin turned blue
Everything blue
A cry of sadness
And despair
A grave of white
Surrounding by few
A willow hanging
On top of a pond
With grass surrounding
Like your front lawn
A swan of white
With an orange beak
You’ll love her too
So to speak
Lily pads
On the water blue
A girl praying
Crying too
A rising sun
A golden hope
Falling hills
A golden rope
Climbing up
And climbing down
But you can’t ever
turn around
The journey hard
The path so clear
Don’t turn around
You’re nearly there
Don’t let the blues
Get in your way
For your mountain
Is here today
Climb it first
Climb it next
And you’ll find
Your golden rope
A piece of sun
And some hope.
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