Ruddington.org - A Selection of Poems by Younger Poets

When no one is there for you and you think that no one cares,
I'll be there.
When the whole world walks out on you,
I'll be there.
When the one you care about most doesn't care about you,
I'll be there.
When the one you give your heart to throws it all back in your face
I'll be there.
When the person you shared all your memories with doesn't want to know you
I'll be there.
When you start to cry with tears falling down your face like raindrops
I'll be there.
When your heart hurts so bad you know you've lost the one you love
I'll be there.
When all you need is a friend, a shoulder to cry on
I'll be there,
I'll be there always, now and forever,
I'll be there no matter what and all because I love you.

My Perfect World
by Indi Mills
Aged 11

My perfect world is tranquil
I reach it by closing my eyes
blocking out everything around me.
In my world there is no pollution, no war, no arguing.
My perfect world has eternal friendship, happiness throughout.
We all have our own rights, we are all free.
My perfect world is perfect, only for me.

My perfect world has forgiveness,
equal wealth caring, everyone is careful.
In my world there are waves breaking against my feet,
a stream trickling down a mountain,
no violence, no weapons.
My perfect world has no cruelty to animals,
There's generosity and caring, but no rules.
My perfect world is is perfect, only for me.

SOUNDS
by Claire Levy
Aged 11

The fire of the dragons lighting up the night;
The hissing of the snakes moving through the dessert sand;
The order of the phoenix in Harry Potter's sky;
The skeleton's pointed finger rattles in the breeze;
The snoring of the human, tucked up asleep in bed.

BREAKING THE NEWS
by Tom Collins
Aged 15

My heart just fell as you broke the news
Fragile and soft, I glistened no more,
Softly I swirled into the muse.

I pondered, weeping, whirling with clues
Clutched in my sorrow, my heart was sore,
My heart just fell as you broke the news.

Captured sparkling, one cut of the fuse,
Lying, I lie scattered upon the floor
Glistening no more, I fell into the muse.

To what it includes, or what it eludes,
My heart is shattered, floating ashore,
With the wilted tree, you break the news.

Gently gliding I swoop down to lose,
Remember the days of which you adore,
Sleeping and fading and out of my muse.

Meaningful was it not, do I accuse?
We schooled in Rushcliffe, born not at war;
My heart just fell as you broke the news,
Softly I swirled into the mews.

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