My First Poems: A 9-year-old Perspective, or is it?

Although we’re alone

Although I’m quite alone

I feel something

As I look up to the throne

I feel something

It’s said to have been there since existence

But how can you tell from this            distance?

It glows ominously in the murk

Lookin’ for those who creep and lurk

Fright or delight

One just might

Wish for it to disappear

Perhaps behind a cloud, or something more profound but

One thing I know for sure

For millions of years, or more

(Or less as tales may suggest)

It’s caused the sea to wash the shore

No amount of clouds can stop that

Even if she throws in her hat

Because she has had far too much

All she can do is huff and such

Cos until old man time calls an end

Its gonna drive her round the bend

Backwards and forwards on and

Gone

I feel something

And it is now that I know what it is

It’s that almighty push and pull of his

My first pair of glasses

I got HD vision

I’m not sure if it’s any clearer

I can see with clear division

Not the same as coming nearer

Now I can stand far back

Sit quietly and plan my attack

Cos now I’ve got contrasting colours

Can see every type of hair

Oi you! Don’t stare, glare, bear

Trapped.

People don’t look back

Never learn

Instead lost in thought

Distraught in happiness

We’re all the same

That thoughts insane

As we must be individual and stand                            apart

Too many close hearts could cause a fire

Keep stuck in thoughts of desire, aspire

Liar      Lost

And you had thoughts it all had worth

A cost

Only to find that yours and mine

It doesn’t cost a dime

Dine on our deceit

For I hope next time we meet

We remember the colour of our souls

Sorry but you’re not allowed

“Sorry you cannot text to numbers beginning with 08 (+448). This is an invalid number range.”

There’s only so far you’re allowed to reach

Before you are apparently in breach

Of the air that is space and time

You have to walk that crooked line

Before you’re allowed to have what’s mine

And they say I’m the criminal or the devious

One

I always said it was a bit of fun

But as with things fun has an end

Before it hits your head to bend

It’s true that some things straight are better bent

Like poles in a tent

It’s at the top where the 5 poles meet

That you can see the deceit

Of the people below

Life is best spent slow

With time to think and time to grow

So that then you would know

It’s about time we sharpened our bows

For uniform means to conform

To be a Robin Hood you must know he’s good

An empty bowl

I don’t expect to live too long or too nice

I’m just lookin’ for some spice

That’s why I’ll stand here and throw my dice

Cos’ one might just be a double

And that will end all my trouble

Get me someone who would cuddle

Me all night

Keep me from fright

And be my delight

Perhaps that’s far too much

Life never seems to be as such

And if it is it’s just for a while

That you’re allowed to spine down that spiral

Down the rabbit hole

It’s like spinning in a bowl

It always gets emptied eventually

No matter how heavenly or beautiful the bowl

Without what’s in it there’s nothing left

It’s purpose has itself come deft

Perhaps that’s why it might be best living left, rather than right?

One in Twelve

Everyone is one of twelve

What if you met your one every twelve years?

The one who could save you from the tears

And all your fears evaporate

Bottled up

Life’s so abrupt

I feel one day I may erupt

Out and put myself out

And probably just get a clout

Or called a snout

What if then you messed up your one in twelve?

To quick to delve

Deep down into their heart?

Cos you was too fast to start?

Does a clock come with love?

Does it last as long as the doves released?

If so I hope to cease

And put a crease

In the line that is time

Because I want you to be mine

For forever

Not never because I arrived too soon

Pressure of time

Sorry I didn’t look at my phone

Please don’t moan: it’s set in another time zone

I was busy rappin’ to Ella: watch out for that fella

Works not going so well

But I think I’ll be swell

I wanna scream and yell or have a story to tell

But I’m stuck here on my bed

Thinkin’ bout stuff in my head: I wanna lead but I’m being led

But I guess that’s ok for now: it won’t last forever

Just like the weather

Up I’m gonna blow, I’m not slow

I’m gonna get down low and make a show

You and Me

I know you check your phone

More than a dog with a bone

So why not reply?

Rather than lie?

And make an excuse

I’m getting’ tied with a noose

Cos I like you so much

But not just to touch

Cos it’s the way that you smile

Why I wait for a while

Waitin’ for your vibrate

To come and elate

This lead balloon

Right up to the moon

Cos you’re never too soon

So remember that next time I text you

I’m not just some guy who wants sex with you

You be my Bonnie and I’ll be your Clyde

Cos when we’re together there’s no need to hide

Come to mine or me to yours

Doin’ it for you is no chore

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