Poems

Poem

I've just invented a flying machine;
It's silver and gold and three shades of green.

Poem

Sugarcake!
Sugarcake!
Ah chile sweetie ting
a Trini granny could mek:

Poem

The biggest berries are in the centre
of a tunnel of thorny bushes.
A shark gaping wide,
promising not to nip.

Poem

A little bit of rice,
a little bit of pea,
on my plate
for my tea.

A little bit of jam,
a little bit of toast,
in the mornings
when I love it most.

Poem

Don't be so glum,
plum.

Don't feel beaten.

You were made 
to be eaten.

But don't you know
that deep within,
beneath your juicy flesh
and flimsy skin,

Poem

A queen in a palace, slumped on a throne,
Surrounded by servants but all alone.
Heavy with handshakes, bunches of flowers,
jewels, crowns, grinning for hours.

Poem

We goin' on a school trip today,
De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,
Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with me
To play beach cricket, an' let me see,

Poem

Take an apple. Chop it into quarters.
Count out three. These represent the lakes
that nestle inside countries, all the snaking 
rivers joined with seas – the blue that’s water.

Ruth Awolola - National Poetry Day 2018
Poem

There’s something of the rich tea biscuits dipped

     in a sugary brew,

From the inside it warms you up.

Something of the feeling ever so welcome

When Dylan’s mom says,

Poem

One day, the Demon Mouth came to the door.

 

They wouldn't let it in

(would you let it in?)

but the Demon Mouth ate the lock.

 

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