Category Archives: Poetry

Level 1 Poems

Please, Dad

By Michael Anderson
Read by Ana

As soft winds sweep away the days
I look back on life through a haze.
Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,
In childlike gaze that never ends.
The laughter in a game of catch,
Shall memory ever attach…
To innocence in youthful eyes,
Catching the ball to Dad’s surprise.

I recall my first bike, first wreck,
Who picked me up, said, “What the heck?”
Convinced me to give one more try,
While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.
Just the joy knowing he was there,
Making him proud my only care.
There was nothing I couldn’t do,
My heart held fast that to be true.

Though teenage years were kind of rough,
I sure wasn’t too big or tough.
You taught me to defend what’s right
And never back down from a fight.
So I learned the hard way to stand,
Still, with each lump, I found your hand.
Drawing from you an inner strength,
And stubborn pride of equal length.

Please, Dad, today just hear my call,
I’m sorry that I dropped the ball.
My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,
My emotions undisciplined.
I can’t get up although I try,
Please don’t be upset if I cry.
Though I can’t fight what I can’t see,
Please, Dad, say you’re still proud of me.

 

The visionary

By ???
Read by Ion
 
He had a dream
and shared it with the world;
Many listened but others 
would not;
Many learned lessons taught;
Others, sadly, soon forgot;
Nor does it matter, the colour
of his Word,
black or white,whatever,
but its naming, shaming…
exposing pain, prejudices,
homing in on humanity’s
weaknesses – if only to show
how far,yet, we have to go
before life means more than stitch and seam
make good patches,
putting all humanity
through its paces,
conjuring up a united front
in all the right places;
For all that glisters is not gold
nor all that’s aged
grown old, however much
we may have seen since
Time began and taught us
how to dream- that some day,
humanity may run true,
without having to shoot down
any living thing that flies
too close for comfort…
whether wings of a dove
bringing Peace and Love
or free voices reminding us 
we have choices
 

She walks in beauty

By Lord Byron
Read by Danny
She walks in beauty, like the night 
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light 
Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more,one ray the less
Had half impaired the nameless grace;
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure,how dear their dwelling place.
And on that cheek,and o’er that brow
So soft,so calm,yet eloquent;
The smiles that win,the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent;
A mind at peace with all below
A heart whose love is innocent. 
 
 

Trees

By Joyce Kilmer
Read by Natalia

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.
A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the earth’s sweet flowing breast;
A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;
A tree that may in Summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;
Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

I Love You So Much

By Susan Polis Schutz
Read by Maria

 
Since I met you
I have been so happy
except that I find
myself worrying all the time –
worrying that I might disappoint you
worrying that our relationship might end
worrying that you might not be happy
worrying that something might happen to you
I have fallen in love with you
and I guess I worry so much
because I care about you so much 

Pure imagination

By Roald Dahl
Read by Sergiu

Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin with a spin
Trav’ling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy
Explanation

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there’s nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be 

 

A White Rose

By John Boyle O’Reilly 1844–1890
Read by Jorge
  
THE red rose whispers of passion,  
  And the white rose breathes of love;  
Oh, the red rose is a falcon,  
  And the white rose is a dove.  
 
But I send you a cream-white rosebud         
  With a flush on its petal tips;  
For the love that is purest and sweetest  
  Has a kiss of desire on the lips.

Entry 2 Poems

My family

By Jennifer Rondeau
Read by Deqa 

My family will forever be in my heart ,
My sisters mean the world to me  more than life,
All I wanted was a complete family,
To have a mother whom I never met,
My family will always remain who they are in my heart and soul,
My family is more important than my friends and my lover, family is my family,
No matter what they did they’ll always  remain  family.

 

Nobody knows this little rose

By Emily Dickinson
Read by Momota

Nobody knows this little rose
It might a pilgrim be
Did i not take it from the ways
And lift it up to thee.
Only a bee will miss it
Only a butterfly,
Hastening from far journey
On its breast to lie.
Only a bird will wonder
Only a breeze will sigh
Ah little rose how easy
For such as thee to die.

  

Who am I?

Author unknown
Read by Saleha
 
Who am I?
I am none
Except
The person
Whom
Allah has created
My Prophet has led
My elders have raised
My teachers have guided
My husband has loved
My friends have supported
My children have taught
Me to become.
All praise to Allah
All benefit comes from Him
And all shortcomings
Are from
My own weaknesses.
 

I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You 

By Pablo Neruda
Read by Jaqueline
 
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
 
 

Thank you Allah

Read by Sumaya

Thank You Allah for all that You give me 
I know sometimes I’m bad so please forgive me.
Please teach me to be good every day
And let my heart be ready and willing to pray.
Thank You Allah for Your Prophet whom I love,
Please raise him in rank in Paradise above. 

 

Lying To Forget

By Tiny Dancer
Read by Gabriela
 
This lie’s become a part of me
For months,I’ve played this game
Acting like it doesn’t hurt
Each time I heard his name
 
Ignoring wath’s inside of me
Pretending I’ve moved on
As if the feelings I once had
For him are somehow gone
 
Spending each and every day
With happiness and laughs
Forgetting all our memories
Avoiding photographs
 
But last night when I saw him
For the first time since he left
My heart stopped for a moment…
I couldn’t catch my breath
 
When suddenly it hit me
As the tears started to flow
That even after all this time…
I just can’t let him go.

 

Pure Imagination

By Roald Dahl
Read by Vera

Come with me and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you’ll see
Into your imagination

We’ll begin with a spin
Trav’ling in the world of my creation
What we’ll see will defy
Explanation

{Refrain}

If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Want to change the world, there’s nothing to it

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be

{Refrain}

There is no life I know
To compare with pure imagination
Living there, you’ll be free
If you truly wish to be 

 

To my mother

By Robert Louis Stevenson
Read by Khaleda

You too, my mother, read my rhymes
For love of unforgotten times,
And you may chance to hear once more
The little feet along the floor.

Entry 1 Poems

My Shadow

By Robert Louis Stevenson
Read by Asha

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, 
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. 
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; 
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. 

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow– 
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; 
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, 
And he sometimes goes so little that there’s none of him at all. 

He hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play, 
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. 
He stays so close behind me, he’s a coward you can see; 
I’d think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! 

One morning, very early, before the sun was up, 
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; 
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, 
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

 

The Tyger – from Songs Of Experience

By William Blake
Read by Sayad

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

1794

 

The Creeps

By ___
Read by Adina

Meet the Creeps.
Mr creep is far from sweet.
He’s got three legs and smelly feet.
Mrs creep is the creepy queen.
Her knees are blue and her hair is green.
Teeny Creep likes to peep so he always wins at hide and seek.
The creepiest three you’ll ever meet,
The creepy Creeps from creepy street. 

The Kiss

By Sara Teasdale
Read by Cristina

I hoped that he would love me, 
And he has kissed my mouth, 
But I am like a stricken bird 
That cannot reach the south. 

For though I know he loves me, 
To-night my heart is sad; 
His kiss was not so wonderful 
As all the dreams I had. 


Do you know Mary?

Author unknown
Read by Irina

Do you know/now Mary?
Mary who?
Mary McDonald.
Of course I do.

Do you know-her little brother?
Yes,of course I do.
I know her brother, and her mother
and her father too.

Do you know her older sister?
Yes,of course I do.
I know her older sister, Betty
and her younger sister, Sue.

Do you know her Aunt Esther?
Yes,of course I do.
I know her aunts and her uncles
and  her cousins too.

Do you know her husband Bobby?
Yes, of course I do.
I know her husband and his brother
and his father too.

From My Heart

By Mrs Creeves
Read by Igors

A million stars up in the sky
one shines brighter I cant deny
A love so precious a love so true
a love that comes from me to you
The angels sing when you are near
within your arms I have nothing to fear
You always know just what to say
just talking to you makes my day
I love you honey with all of my heart
together forever and never to part.

Every cat has a story

By Naomi Shihab Nye
Read by Lorraine

The yellow one from the bakery
Smelled like a cream puff
She followed us home
We buried our faces
in her sweet fur

One cat hid her head
while I practiced violin
but she came out for piano
At night she played sonatas
on my quilt

One cat built a secret nest
in my socks

One sat in the window
staring up at the street all day
while we were at school

One cat loved the radio dial

One cat almost smiled

An extract from the The Magic Pudding

By Norman Lindsay
Read by Javier
 
“On Tuesday morn, as it happened by chance,
The parsnips stormed in a rage,
Because the young carrots were singing like parrots
On top of the onions’ cage.
 
“The radishes swarmed on the angry/ungry air
Around with the bumble bees,
While the brussels-sprouts were pulling the snouts
Of all the young French peas.
 
“The artichokes bounded up and down
On top of the pumpkins’ heads,
And the cabbage was dancing the highland fling
All over the onion beds.
 
“So I hadn’t much time, as Your Honour perceives,
For watching the habits of puddin’thieves.”
 

Love me tender

By Elvis Presley
Read by Marinela

Love me tender,
Love me sweet,
Never let me go.
You have made my life complete
And I love you so.
 
Love me tender,
Love me true,
All my dreams fulfilled.
For my darlin’ I love you,
And I always will.
 
Love me tender,
Love me long,
Take me to your heart.
For it’s there that I belong,
And well never part.
 
Love me tender,
Love me dear,
Tell me you are mine.
I’ll be yours through all the years,
Till the end of time.
 

Hope is the thing with feathers

By Emily Dickinson
Read by Farahnaz

“Hope” is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I’ve heard it in the chillest land
And on the strangest sea,
Yet never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.

Waiters

Dining with his older daughter
Dad forgot to order water.
Daughter quickly called the waiter.
Waiter said he’d bring it later.

So she waited, did the daughter,
Till the waiter brought her water.
When he poured it for her later,
Which one would you call the waiter?

Hot and Cold

By Roald Dahl
Read by Bianca
 
A woman who my mother knows
Came in and took off all her clothes.Said I, not being very old,
‘By golly gosh, you must be cold!”No, no!’ she cried. ‘Indeed I’m not!
I’m feeling devilishly hot!’
 

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