It’s NATIONAL POETRY DAY! The theme is ‘PLAY’ and to celebrate this wonderful day, here are some poems! Hurray for poetry!
I WANT TO PLAY IN THE OCEAN
I want to play in the ocean,
to swim with dolphins and whales.
To speak their language
and learn their ways.
To see where they go to spend their days.
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I want to ride in the ocean,
to speed through the cold green seas.
To wing through
the swaying ocean grass.
To see where the little fish flit and fuss.
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I want to hide in the ocean.
To go where sea-creatures go.
To know all the places
dark and deep,
where strange looking fishes live and sleep.
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I want to learn in the ocean.
I want to sail on the waves.
To study the sea
and dive each day,
to play the games the sea creatures play.
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I want to dance in the ocean
to hold a mermaid’s tail.
To dive on a wreck
and find silver and gold,
on a ship that sailed in the days of old.
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I want to live in the ocean,
to know all its secret places.
To burrow my way
through the coral and caves.
To hear the song of the ocean waves.
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I want to be the ocean.
To shine like a sparkling gem.
To feel the moon-tide
ebb and flow.
To roll with the currents, wherever they go.
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I want to play in the ocean,
to swim with dolphins and whales.
To speak their language
and learn their ways.
To go where they go, to spend their days.
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DO THE TOYS PLAY AT NIGHT?
Have you ever wondered
when the moon is high and bright,
if your toys wake up and come to life
and party through the night?
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Do the dolls put on their ballet shoes,
and dance around the room?
Do Furbies, rap and boogie?
and do rockets have a zoom?
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Do all the cuddly toys
bounce on the sofas and the chairs?
Flattening the cushions and,
in the morning, your mum swears
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she plumped up every one
before she went to bed.
Then she points her finger at you,
and you get the blame instead!
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You can never catch your toys out,
no matter how you try.
You can creep on tiptoe, super quiet,
to catch them by surprise.
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But when you burst into the room
they’ll all be in their place.
And every toy will wear
a ‘wasn’t me’ look on its face.
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MY POEMS
Sometimes
my poems grow
like the clappers.
They dance like flappers.
They take a shape
like a murmuration.
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Sometimes
my poems sail
a wide word ocean,
carrying a notion,
a big commotion
of dreams and ideas.
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Sometimes
my poems talk
amongst themselves.
They chatter, they natter,
and I have to listen
hard to catch their drift.
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But sometimes
my poems sing of big
and wonderful things.
They grow wings,
and they fly
across the page.
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A POEM IS A UNIVERSE
of words
tumbling
in a head above
a blank page
waiting
for a BIG BANG
to give them life.
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PLAY DAY
Play crept into my dreams last night,
and I woke this morning with play
on my mind. I leapt out of bed.
Looked outside. The sky was blue
and the day was dry. Had a quick
breakfast then shouted – bye!
Grabbed my skipping rope
took it outside, turned and turned
it around with a whoosh! The dog
was barking, my mum yelled – sssh.
I skateboarded down to the end
of the street. Called for the friend
I said I’d meet. We kicked a football
around in the park. Then we lay down
on the summer grass, and counted
the plane trails crossing the sky.
Climbed a tree. Made a den.
Told jokes. Laughed together, again
and again. Stayed til our tummies
rumbled away. Said it was time
to call it a day. Went back home
in time for tea. What a day it was
for my friend, and me.
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