A SECRET WISH: Primary Poetry

What are your dreams,

That you wish for so badly?

What do you really want?

 

I want to live in a palace,

To be careless and be free.

And be perfect in everything,

So no one could say a word against me.

 

I want to be famous,

With my room flushed in blue,

And my bed to be surrounded by a pond.

So I can walk arround my room on lilly pads,

Smooth as glass under my feet.

 

But I also want to ice skate,

Right down the stairs.

And have a pet cheetah,

Named Mrs Cuddly PussyKins Ocealotiah.

 

But you see that this is not,

Even half the things I would possibly want.

 

Because I want to fly up in the sky.

And sit up in the clouds that are the colour of chalk.

To stay under water forever, like fishes that look at you like a hawk.

 

I wish for my uncle to come back to life.

Same with my grandfather who was very nice.

I want my mother to write more books,

And my father’s salary to increase so he would stop giving me looks.

 

But I would also want an older brother,

To annoy and irratate.

Right now I want a bigger bed,

To match my Prince Charming’s head.

 

I would have also liked if my alarm clock was a grand piano,

Playing Ludwig Beethoven’s piece Für Elise.

When I wake up in the morning,

In my face I would like it snowing,

Very soft snowflakes,

Falling like prancing dandelions

 

My hair to be as soft as silk,

To have a farm and see a calf drinking milk.

 

But you see,

That these are not the only wishes,

I could ever have.

I would never ask for anything more,

But one final wish.

 

Infinity wishes to last forever!

For then, there would never be a never!

BEDTIME STORIES: Primary Poetry

12:00 o’clock at night,

I lie on my right,

Smash holds my hand.

 

I look around inside my room,

All covered in clear white and blue.

The sound of thunder against my window,

I know the rain is coming.

I hold my teddy close to me,

In case I have a nightmare.

 

Just before I close my eyes,

I hear a voice so very soft.

”Jonny Murder inside your house!”

I hear the front door close slowly.

It creaks when it closes,

I hear 3 clicks very clearly.

 

I squeeze Smash’s hand, too scared to speak,

I close my eyes shut to ignore, but the voice comes back.

”Jonny Murder climbing up the stairs!”

 

Light footsteps echo after the voice,

I hope all the things and voices are happening inside my head.

My bunny and dog close,

I breathe in and breathe out.

I ask Smash,

”Whats going on? Will Jonny kill us?”

”No, we will live, just have faith and love. Think of something happy.”

She replies.

 

The voice is repeating,

”Jonny Murder is in front of your door!”

I cover my mouth to stop from screaming,

The door opens.

I pretend to be asleep, as rigid as a corpse.

 

I quickly peak at this ”Jonny Murder,”

But there is no one there.

Only a shadow moves on the wall.

The white curtain slides close silently,

Smash covers me for protection.

 

Footsteps are coming towards us,

I squeeze my eyes shut.

”Jonny Murder going to kill you!’

”AHHHHH!!!!”

I scream……

 

Light burns my eyes,

I hear the windows opening.

Mother sits next to me looking worried.

I reach for Smash,

My hands search for her’s.

But she is not there.

 

I touch my throat.

”Am I alive?”

DROWNING DREAMS: Poem for Grade 5 exhibition

(This poem is about a young girl from the Caribbean Island of Haiti whose family died during the earthquake of 2010 & the Cholera Epidemic afterwards)

Water, water, water, water.

That is all I can think of.

The heat is killing me,

My body covered with rashes.

They itch and burn, itch and burn.

 

Senya was long gone, gone, gone.

Her last words were,

`Dear sister stay strong’

Mother and Father, Mother and Father,

Do they lie down next to each other?

 

For I am alone,

thats all I know.

In the camp where its cold and dark.

And I do never feel another spark,

Of happiness, of life.

 

They are all dead, dead, dead

No water means no life

Now I realize

Why we all die.

 

The clean, clear, pure,

Has disappeared in smoke.

 

I see the pipes broken in half,

The water is spilling from the tap.

It splashes on the dusty ground.

People waiting in queues rush to find

Just like bats, completely blind.

 

They dig out the water

Muddy, and unsanitized.

But nothing stops them.

They are thirsty, their throats dry.

 

Ever since the earthquake hit our land

I knew my life was about to end.

Even if I survived.

I would die,

Homeless, hungry, dehydrated as the days went by.

 

The people who rushed to the water,

Lay down staring at the sky,

Wishing they had never drunk at all

For the deadly Cholera

Which made us cry.

 

Her daughter died,

His son left,

Parents lost or laid in beds.

Now it is time,

My time has ended.

I shall now go and seek in the clouds,

For the people I love the most.

 

Water, water, water, water,

Water was all we needed.

A drop of the clean, clear pure

And the many millions would not have sailed away.

 

BY:

Ananya Sengupta

 

This the grade 5 video as our trailer

Cast: Ananya, Hazel and Alex

My Paper Sail

This is the dock,

This is my paper sail,

And these, these are my hands,

Resting on the edge of the wooden planks

 

At a waterfront which harboured,

Souls and minds till time devoured

It was a place of remembrance,

A place of invitation

 

If you looked down,

You wouldn’t see the bottom

She was like a rippling spring,

So close, yet so shallow

 

The water was light against the moon,

And the stars veiled the sky and twinkled,

Like her eyes when she looked up at me,

With tears streaming down her face

 

I reached down and placed my sail,

Pushing them further into the waves,

The foam and the waves rose high,

And drowned her

 

So I followed her down,

Through the frigid blue,

Until I could see nothing,

Until the beating of my heart stopped

 

Darkness, was where I expected to be,

Where I belonged,

Stranded in a cage of frigid water,

Alone and desolate.

 

Still sinking further,

Into the fathomless spring,

Deeper and faster,

Till slowly does it creep towards me

 

The dim light of a sail slowly coming towards me,

Gradually flowing and weaving,

Through the icy water

Wisps of light wrapping me

 

Consuming me unconditionally,

And the stars come alive again,

Veiled and unleashed,

Through a galaxy of sparkling stars, I spun within

 

And then I recall,

Her screams echoing,

Through the walls

And the thundering crash of glass

 

As I collapse unto the river bed

The sick feeling of a sweaty fever devouring me,

As my hands tingled at the memory of blood

Which still stained my palms

 

And now I’ll lay here,

Listening to the endless howling

Of a woman whose soul was given

For me to keep

 

And if you looked down now,

You’ll see nothing

But a river of sin

Stained with tears.

 

This was the dock,

And she was my paper sail,

And these were my hands,

At the edge of the wooden planks

Where it all began.