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World Of Imagination
Susannah Green (12)
I don’t read books, I slip through my skin
If I’m not between the covers, I just slot myself in
It’s me who thinks up the places, and me who decides a fate
I can’t imagine anyone not longing for this high place
I can imagine it quite annoying for the story owner
Who forever cries out, ‘I just can’t control her!’
I’ll mess with your story, I’ll fool with your mind
Your book will rue the day it let me inside!
They call me ‘Mischief-Maker’, ‘Part-taker’
They ask the author, ‘Can’t you remake her?’
Then I start to grow on them, they become quite partial to me
But I don’t decide the story’s turns and some say goodbye quickly
And then we get to the thick of this story, or the side of all the rest?
Maybe I’ll follow the trickster or sidekick, wherever they happen to go
Or maybe I’ll never meet them again, you really never know
Suddenly none of it matters anymore, we’re nearly at the climax!
We scurry on for pages, avoiding the writing-block attacks
Then the final turn twists and we reach the very end
And if the ending fails to satisfy me, I’ll create one last bend
I’ll just write my own finish, I’ll create my own farewell
Sadly that’s just my own, not the character’s as well
This book has had enough of me so back to my own skin
Time to put the book down, let reality back in
What would I do without authors, my return ticket to a foreign land?
They themselves can’t control me - but their pen and paper sure can!
Some people call it pure music, others call it an art
Yet I agree with neither, those things don’t touch my heart
Because to some people reading’s fun and to others tedious or weak
But don’t let anyone tell you that reading is just for freaks! |
Escape
Roxana Mulcahy (13)
Lone bird slowly flies
Dreams flashing in its golden eyes,
Thinking of places far away
Where it can rest its wings and stay.
For its dreams are where anything can be true,
Where the sky can be green and the Earth blue,
A place full of inspiration and hope
That can give others faith and help them cope.
A place where you can just forget for a while
Which makes the bird swoop, chirp and smile,
As it can get lost in a dream sea
And that is what writing means to me. |
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Books Are Buddies
Phenommenon (12)
Books are amazing things
It’s a friend you can take everywhere
They can take you on a journey
To the future, present or past
To anywhere in the universe
And it can take you there fast
Books can help you escape
From worry, doubt or fear
It can easily make you happy
And bring you a lot of cheer
In a very good book
You can make the character your own
You feel for what it does
Scared or happy for it but never alone
Everyone has a favourite book
That makes novels and stories great
My favourite book is like my buddy
An easily portable mate
Books are amazing things
They can take you on a journey. |
A World Of Imagination
Ellen Mahenthiralingam (13)
Red-hot dragons, fairies and foe,
Fire and spiders, love and loath,
Magic, donkeys, ashes and bones,
Poison and vampires, Santa Claus clones.
Princes and princesses, pirates alike,
Goodies and baddies, there has to be a fight,
Thieves and beggars, swords and kung fu,
Wizards and witches, and bears named Pooh.
Imagine a world of stories combined,
Beauty and danger, finely entwined,
Escaping from hands that write line after line,
They keep writing and writing, scribbling a rhyme.
And yet each story told is wonderfully unique,
They make our imagination spark, they inspire our sleep,
With dreams of dresses, castles and knights,
They’re the origins of how a child was inspired to write. |
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Book Of Mine
Kalika Puri (14)
You hold the book within your hands,
Beneath the cover, a beating heart.
The sea of knowledge its pages span,
The many wonders it will impart.
You know the drill, you read the signs;
You open the book, you open your mind.
You smugly read between the lines,
You leave the real, mundane behind.
You love them all, you feel their pain;
You see the evil that they must face.
You scream their names, you point the way
But they are stuck in paper and paste.
Then at the end, they prove themselves,
Their triumph is your triumph too.
And although the books sit on the shelves,
The story has ended, but it stays with you. |
A World Of Imagination
Eleanor Gunn (15)
I open a book and I am transported,
Lying on my bed, I forget where I am.
I could be anywhere, and no one would know.
They think I’m just reading,
They don’t understand,
How it really is,
When I open the book and start to read.
A fairy princess, a dragon tamer,
A lion or a tiger -
I am all these things when I read.
I may have the same brown hair,
The same brown eyes
But inside I am the Amazon queen,
Saving my country from all evils.
Perhaps my life is hard,
Perhaps the world is harsh,
But I know I’m safe in my little cocoon,
In the world of imagination I enter
When I read a book. |
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Read And Rewind
Basiratulann Shahid (14)
You can go round the world,
And breathe new air,
Without having to leave your chair.
You can be someone else,
And live their life,
Without personal trouble or strife.
You can travel in time,
Future or past,
Without needing an invention - fast.
You can feel any emotion,
Happy or sad,
Without a real event - good or bad.
You can expand your knowledge,
Learn something new,
Without teachers and parents too.
You can just relax,
Read and rewind,
Without knowing what you’ll find. |
What’s In A Book?
Zoe Babb (13)
What’s in a book?
Why read and recommend?
Is it . . .
The enjoyment,
The fantasy,
The escape from reality?
The thrill,
The excitement,
For undisturbed delightment?
To be lost,
To be found,
Assured safe and sound?
To escape,
Or to lose,
To be free of emotion?
To think,
To enjoy,
Your own imagination,
So that’s what’s in a book,
That’s why we read and recommend.
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Reading And Writing
Sarah Exton (13)
Writing isn’t just writing,
It is an art and a skill,
Full of romance and action and maybe even thrill.
It can be based on anything,
Maybe something that is true,
Or maybe something fictional from planet Gargonza 2.
Think of writing as an art,
You have a big blank canvas to fill with writing
And once you have an idea things get very exciting.
You don’t have to be good at writing,
You just need a creative brain
An open mind to write about happiness and pain.
Writing is good, but reading is great too,
The authors’ objectives take you to a different place,
All the different characters have what you want as their face.
Different books equal different emotions,
‘Private Peaceful’ made me mourn and made my face wet,
Whilst ‘Journey to the River Sea’ made me feel happy but slightly upset.
Writing and reading is easy to learn,
No one can teach you how to be creative, imaginative and think out the boxes,
After a couple of weeks you will learn,
That reading books and writing stories rocks! |
A Mind Of My Own
Kathryn Yates (13)
I write to escape,
to illuminate,
my feelings
and my thoughts.
I read to relax,
to make a pact
with my feelings
and my thoughts.
It helps me to dream;
a mind of my own.
I write to feel,
to relish that meal,
of words
and their power.
I read to relate,
to appreciate,
the words
and their power.
It helps me to imagine;
a mind of my own. |
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What Is My Story?
Sheryl Smith (14)
Thoughts and feelings in my mind
Written on a piece of paper
Dreams and emotions in my mind
Written on a piece of paper
Happy, sad, good or bad
I’ll write them on a piece of paper
All these things in my mind
I’ll turn them into a story
Every time I read my story
I’ll look back and remember the glory
All the things that I have done
All the things that I have won
My life is my story
My story is my life
My story is my diary
My diary, well that’s a secret. |
Why I Like To Write
Aoife Marrett (15)
I like to write because the idea is there,
Dancing and dodging in the jumbled up air,
Why not catch it before it slips away?
Lost forever, never thought of again,
Some don’t understand that every picture,
Every thought and feeling, and dream,
Could be captured and savoured in incredible writing,
If every imagination on every daydreaming cloud,
Was captured and voiced out loud,
Then every moment on this Earth,
Would be documented for the next generations,
To reveal our hopes, dreams and frustrations,
Often people fall into the same old trap,
Thinking that they can’t write,
Or that it’s not cool or worthy of praise,
But if everyone thought that,
Then nothing would be fun,
Because only in writing can unreal things be done.
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The Storymaker
Iqhra Nisar (13)
The scratch of a pencil, the dimmed lights,
The storymaker works late into the night,
A world of another exists behind each of her ideas,
A world in which some might even have fears.
The stories she writes are to mean something to all,
They offer hope, inspiration and maybe life’s call,
Each sentence can be full of honest vehement,
Others may read for pleasure or entertainment.
The best thing in writing is there isn’t a limit,
You can add any detail - any crazy or exciting bit,
The storymaker loves writing don’t you see?
The storymaker, why of course, is me!
The scratch of the pencil, the dimmed lights,
It all means a lot more, than you thought it might. |
A World Of Imagination
Miren Hare (13)
Some people open up a book and just see words
When I open a book I see magic
I look beyond the size twelve print
I see the bushes of rosemary and mint
I smell the fish in the seas
I feel the stings of the bees
I feel her pain, I feel his sorrow
For he may not live till tomorrow
Some people just skim over ever line
I’d rather absorb it and make it refined
But when I sit down to write my book
I don’t think about the forest and the brook
I think about who’s going to die and how it’s going to end
Who’s going to fall in love and who’s life I’m going to amend
This is hard for me as so
Because I don’t know where my book is going to go
But I enjoy every minute of its adventure
Because it’s something I will always treasure
Forever.
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A Continuation
Ruth Akinradeno (14)
The crinkling of the pages
The book is whispering to you
The black lettering
The words beguile you
The captivating lover
The story entices you
Desperately your hands reach for the book
Uncontrollably, your eyes follow the magical words
You are lost in the enthralling realm of reading
You rage, you laugh, you cry
For Meggie, Meg and Anne.
You understand Meggie’s moods
You feel Meg’s love for John Brooke
As if it were your own
When Anne’s first child dies
You cry with her.
For it matters not whether
The characters you adore are
In ‘Inkheart’, ‘Little Women’ or ‘Anne of Green Gables’
They are your friends
And you know them as if
You have encountered them before
Or perhaps you have
In your imagination
You have thought through
The words that would float out of your mouth
As you sat before them.
Indeed, reading creates a world of imagination
But the imagination doesn’t end
When the last page is turned. |
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