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ANGER

by Kaia, 10, California, USA

Anger; the smell of smoke
Of flames, of still burning embers flickering in ashes
Of a fire, grasping for air out of the windows
A fire, taking everything down with it
A crackling log fire, slowly changing, forming into a destructive weapon
Anger smells burnt.
Burnt anything.


This is Kaia’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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YOUR INNER GARDEN
by Natasha, 9, ACT

Ivy scrambles across the path,
Until it meets the flowers,
Its joy will make you laugh,
Its trees as tall as towers.

You can hear the birds tweeting,
It takes away every fear,
New plants you keep on meeting,
It makes you know warmth is near.

So come to it if you’re in trouble,
It will calm you down,
It will take away the rubble,
You will lose your frown.

So if you’re feeling rotten,
Take time to close your eyes,
You’ll know when you’ve gotten,
You have gotten inside.

Just go inside for a bit, just do,
And look at what you see,
Your garden is a part of you,
And mine’s a part of me.


This is Natasha’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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Nightmares
by Jin Xiang, 10, VIC

 

Nightmares (artwork by Jin Xiang)

This will not be fun,
As your deepest fears,
Each and every one,
Brings out more tears.

They have come, they are here,
To haunt your life,
To grow your fear,
Cutting you like a knife.

Tearing you apart,
Your life has been shattered,
Breaking your heart,
Until nothing else mattered.

Suddenly you hear it, you do,
That ringing beep,
That saves you,
That wakes you from your sleep.


We’ve published Jin Xiang at Alphabet Soup previously — you can see her work here.  If YOU would like to send us a book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy reading!

 

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THE JACARANDAS
by Sophie, 9, QLD

It seems to be the season where all the jacarandas fall
I see jacarandas on the ground, not just one, but all

I see the beautiful colours so purple so bright
It is even better than the moon at night

Wow! I’m so lucky to see these flowers
I could stand here and look at them for hours


This is Sophie’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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THE PARCHED OAK TREE

by Odette, 11, QLD

 

In the faulty shade of the parched oak tree

There’s a bare old branch for you and me.

Many before us had a place to be,

And we’d all sit by and watch the sea.

 

Long of limb, leaning over the wake,

Serene in the wind, where the sea meets the lake,

A witness of the water; it watches the waves break,

In Autumn subdued; summer monsoonal storms put it at stake.

 

Safe from the storm, each branch waxes nimble,

While the sea dwellers mingle in the shingle,

The culvert of the trunk where the leaf litter hide are

wrangled by the gale and the current and the tide,

And brings rolling forth from somewhere adrift,

the mighty hull of a wallowing ship.


This is Odette’s first poem published with Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a story, drawing, poem, or book review, check out our submission guidelines. Happy writing!

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IT STARTS NOW

by Matilda, 11, NSW

I used to love “boys” things.
I didn’t love pink skirts, dresses and rings.
And I’ve never looked in the mirror and seen the mess
Of a stereotypical girl, in a bow and a dress.
I was always the grey sheep in a sea of white.

The little girls that walk down the street
All seem to be dancing to the same beat.
They don’t like pants or the colour blue
And few of them paddle their own canoe.
Is that what they want? Or is that what they learn?

When the time comes for me to go out into the world
I’ll be expected to travel the route of a predictable girl.
Look right, have a family, get paid less, accept a glass ceiling,
And smile about all of that no matter how I’m feeling.
It’s hard to spread your wings when you’re inside a cage.

But little girls who wear pink or not,
Deserve a better future than what we’ve got.
We need a change, we need to dream.
We need a promising future, however tough it may seem.
For that we have to choose the harder road, the bumpy lane.

So that girl who loved “boys” things,
Not dresses or rings,
Wants to grow up and follow her heart
And that starts now.
Courage, focus, belief, purpose — it starts now.


This is Matilda’s first poem posted to Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a book review, story or poem —  check out our submission guidelines.

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EAGLE

by Amy, Year 5, Santa Sabina College, NSW

Soaring through the sky
On a bright summer’s day
The eagle prepares to dive
Circling its prey

As quick as lightning
Eagle punishes an offender
The target is paralysed
And has no choice but to surrender
Entering eagle territory
This is how mouse is punished
Becoming Eagles’ dinner
Making sure he doesn’t famish

The victim would tell her friends
But poor mouse has immobilised
She bows her head in defeat
No energy for the fight to repeat

Yet she still feels as if there is life in her
Physicality is the truth to decipher
Eagle feels very satisfied
He has had enough for lunch
After disposing of the excess
He begins finding something for supper to munch

 

 


This is Amy’s first poem posted to Alphabet Soup. If YOU would like to send us a book review, story or poem —  check out our submission guidelines.

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