My Poem is Being Published!!!

Hi I forgot to tell you earlier but my poem is being published! In the beginning of July I entered a competition run by the Poetry Institute of Canada. Well a couple of weeks ago I received a letter in the mail stating that my poem is to be published in their anthology of poetry! Their anthology is called From the Cerulean Sea. My poem The Stained Glass Window will be in their anthology for all to see! the link to The Stained Glass Window poem (if you haven't already seen it) is here: http://ayoungwritersmind.blogspot.ca/2013/06/the-stained-glass-window.html

Holding Hands

 

Holding Hands

 

We used to hold hands

We used to walk together

And talk about our future together

Now I hold his hand in the hope that he will squeeze back

But I know he never will

You never realise how much you have missed out on

How much more time you need together

But time is not our friend

Everyday that passes more hope is lost

Death is coming for him

There is no way it can be stopped

The beats of his heart, once loud and joyful

Now distant and sad

And the rise of his chest is getting harder to see

Then I hear or see nothing at all

He is gone

My happiness and joy has disappeared from my life

Leaving nothing but despair and sorrow

That's when I fall

Falling is a beautiful and horrid thing

It is just like flying until you crash

I crash into water where the darkness is waiting for me

I remember us holding hands and laughing at the life we had planned

The life we never got to share

I crash into the water

And never come back up for air.

 

By Grace Franks



light

Hi, sorry I haven't posted anything in a while. I have been really busy this summer with moving house, my grandparents visiting from Scotland etc.

So here is something I wrote.

Light

You see light when you are born

You see light when you pass into the other world

Light illuminates our lives

Keeps a smile on your face as you face each day 

It keeps our spirits up 

It keeps us from falling short

But what happens if the light disappears?

When all you can see is darkness?

You fall into a hole too big to climb out of

You fall into the wrong crowd 

Things start to go wrong 

And there is nothing you can do to stop it

Until one day someone helps you

They guide you with their light

They help you climb out of the hole 

They bring you back to the light

They put that smile upon your face once more

Your light is given to you for a reason

It is given to help

 You must not take the light for granted 

Use the light for good 

Make a better world for someone 

Teach them to smile like you smile

Teach them to laugh like you laugh

And by one light at a time the world will come together

The world will become as bright as the sun

Rose Petals

Rose Petals

A rose petal falls to the ground

Nobody notices because nobody hears

All except one

One person hears

One person sees 

Because that is their timer

Thier ticking time bomb

One less petal means one less day

Do not get confused 

This is not the story of Beauty and the Beast 

There is not always a happy ending

There is not always a true loves kiss

Because this is real life

Not everyone finds happiness

Not everyone finds love

Time starts running out 

You have to find love quick 

Before the last petal falls

New Beginnings

 

New Beginnings

 

A new day

A new sunrise

A new memory to write

The sun shines bright in the sky

And the children begin to play

People laugh and sing

On this beautiful and glorious day

Picnic baskets packed to bursting

Filled with sandwiches and cakes

Everyone is so very happy

As if everything wrong in the world has disappeared

As the children laugh and the parents chatter new memories are made

People make new friends

And new beginnings are born

This is the time to forget and move on

To create new things to be happy about

To live as though it is the last day on earth

This is summer

So get out and play.

 

 



I am Different

I am Different

People stare 

people criticize 

They judge me before they get to know me

Everyday I am ridiculed

About the way I dress

About the way I look

About my skin colour

I am different 

I think they are scared of that 

I am different and they are all the same

I have broke the chain 

I am hated

Because I am different

Because I am me 

I am not someones puppet 

They cannot pull their strings and make me change

They cannot control the way I walk
They cannot control the way I talk
They do not own me

I am different

and I like it.

Flames

Flames

 Flames that burn deep down inside of you

Its starts as a ficker of light

Then it grows

It grow so much that you cannot control it

Its spreads like wild fire

Consuming you and your mind

Taking over your body

Controling you

It happens so fast you don't even have time to react

Once it has begun you can never go back

You begin to understand

You begin to imagine

You begin to desire

It feeds on you until your mind is not your own

These flames are the flames of love

They started to burn

And they have been burning ever since.

by Grace Franks