Freja

Freja Jan 2013

The crashing waves rolling,
The silent peaceful air,
The scene makes me homesick, forcing memories to surface..

The vast stretch of sand, is my garden back at home,
The water is my pool, from so many summers ago,
The silent air is the quiet nights we spent gazing at the stars.

And as I look across the sea,
          All I know is *home.

Freja Jan 2013

The Atom

Creating, Collapsing,
Destroying,Building,
I helped with the universe; I’m the Creator off all things.
Split me for a world of chaos.

My positives and negatives,
Contrast within me.
I once created you,
Soon I will leave you.

*In the Doorway between Darkness and Light

Freja Jan 2013

Water

Deep into it's sinking depths,
You try to swim and catch your breath.
Swirling water ***** you in,
Daring you to sink or swim.

You take the dare,
and swim and swim,
But the oceans currents have ****** you in,

Your drowning now with no hope left,
sinking slowly to your death.

i wrote this poem when i was 10 years old. I hope its good.

Freja Aug 2012

Gone

And although your gone,
You'll forever be near,
*A wisdom in our hearts...

The last stanza of my poem... I wrote it for my Nan. She died, i cant remember the rest of my poem, it was burned in her hands with her...

Freja Jun 2012

The Dancer

She was graceful, she was leaping, she was arching and twisting,
Her body just flowed, like tears down a face.

Then she turned, she was a gone,
Though just for a moment,
She returned, came spinning to my arms.
Our eyes were locked, a rainbow twinkled in her eyes,

She fell, I caught her
She relaxed, *In my arms

Freja Jun 2012

Hidden

Hidden in all fashions,
Hidden in all ways,
Hidden complete by camouflage,
Hidden behind a leaf.

Hidden high above the ground,
Hidden from all sights,
Hidden from each strand of noise, swaying in the wind.
Hidden away from touching.

Hidden away from grubby hands,
Hidden away from humans,
Who destroy my land.

Stick insects living in trees are often disturbed by destructive children, who do not relise their toys are capable of dying from being disturbed to death.

Freja Jun 2012

Class

The class echos disturbance,
     The teacher Tries to shoosh,
  The class Screams,
        The teacher cries, And runs out of the Room.

Sorry to teachers. In fact practically all my teachers I've had have been awesome.I'm just writing about some classes against other teachers.