ODE TO LEGO
by Lewis, 10, WA
Oh, Lego! I have love and happiness
for thee, and I would be bored without.
I am only disappointed when I hear a crash!
And I am always satisfied when I hear a click.
Getting my first set is still in my mind!
It was so small, yet so big and great for thyself.
I am creative and happy when I touch you.
I save up so much to buy you all.
Lego, you’re old and wonderful,
I am grateful and excited when I open a set!
Lego, you are my memory of yesterday,
And I will never forget your darn good beauty!
Thy Lego has such cool features,
I feel like I’m in the future!
When I turn the light on I imagine you there.
I will never forget you and your beauty!
This is Lewis’s first poem for Alphabet Soup. To send us YOUR book review, poem, story or artwork: check out our submission guidelines.
by Liora, 9, Manhattan, USA
This woman is nice
This woman is respectful
This woman likes rice
This woman is grateful
This woman is funny
This woman is fancy
This woman is as sweet as honey
This woman likes coffee
This woman likes children
This woman gives to the poor
This woman eats lemon
This woman likes to bring me to the store
This woman is my grandmother
This woman has two brothers
I hope she likes to sip coffee in a cafe
Wishing her a very happy Mother’s Day!
You can read more of Liora’s poetry here. To send us YOUR story, poem, artwork or book review, check out our submission guidelines.
WARMTH OF MY LIFE
by Anishka, 9, QLD
I know you do the washing up every night.
And clean up all my mess.
You always make us happy,
And still find time to stress.
Thank you for your hugs,
And teaching me how to keep in touch
Even though I never thanked you
I love you very much.
You are so hardworking
Today it’s your special day
We’ll give you whatever you want
On the twelfth of glorious May
I’ll answer all your work emails
And order 50 pizzas from the pizza store
Because I know you like them
I also know you like little cute boars.
You’re the one special mother
Who gets all these gifts from me
Because I am thankful
I might make you some tea.
The tulips in our garden
Do not grow without sunlight
You are their sunshine,
Without you it would be always night.
The honey in the bees’ hive
Wouldn’t be there without you,
For you, gave them loads of flowers
And a nice sunny area too.
You might be a university student,
Or work for a company of book covers
But there is something you will always be
My happy, loving mother.
One more word for you mum,
There goes another Mother’s day
But remember one thing
I will always love you in every way.
Anishka is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup. You can read her earlier work here.
LEST WE FORGET
Emma, 12, SA
The rain gently climbs over the bodies in turn, washing away our sorrow and misery.
We observe the world crashing and burning … I close my eyes and breathe.
Thousands of men trudge home, single file,
wondering if they are free from the horrors that haunt them I sit and watch close, though it feels like a mile …
I close my eyes and breathe.
We check our wounded and count our dead. Too few alive, too many gone from this world. Feeling Heavy with the tears unshed …
I close my eyes and breathe.
Even those I never got to know
I promise I will tell your story
I promise one day the world will know … I close my eyes and breathe
Their story is what I will live and die for Their story is what I bled and shot for
So their pain shall be known evermore … I close my eyes and breathe
Lest We Forget
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Anishka, 7, QLD
The beach I used to go,
Always showed me fantastic show.
The fishes splashed, the dolphins dashed,
Nature is always at its best.
The days passed,
Now, it has all gone and faded.
No more ice-cream,
Not even a cone,
No more fishes,
Not even a dolphin.
Not anything to be seen,
Not anything to be so keen.
I think, we changed sea’s face,
And made this beach a mess.
It is now full of sea weed,
I picked it all for a good deed.
Anishka is a regular contributor to Alphabet Soup — you can read all her earlier work here.
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.
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!
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!