Poem Published In Wordsmith, Creative Writing Mag

Found out yesterday that I’ve had my poem- The Winged Child, published in Wordsmith, a quarterly creative writing magazine for kids, in the “My Poems” section!! I got a years subscription to the mag online, and this is my second issue.

I am really enjoying the mag, especially the poetry and creative writing sections, but also the photo gallery. I would strongly advise any young writer to subscribe to this mag, which you can do here at Wordsmiths online site.

(You may have noticed that it says here I’m twel ve. I entered this poem just a week before my thirteenth birthday in February )

Help Wanted Deciding On A Poem To Enter For Competition!!!

I’m thinking about entering a poem into a young people’s writing magazine, and I think It’ll be either Wenda And The Vendor or The Winged Child. I know, Wenda and the Vendor isn’t that good, but It is short, funny and quirky, In a similar style to the winning poem of last month On the other hand, The Winged Child, is in my opinion, Is the best poem that I’ve written up til now.

Which poem should I enter? Wenda And The Vendor?… The Winged Child?… or would you choose neither of these? Please comment and give you’re advice and opinions! Thanks!

 

Sometimes- A Poem

Sometimes

“Leave!” I say.

My words sting my dry lips

I never knew of one,

Who broke his own heart

But sometimes…

One must do evil

To do good!

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Above is a poem I wrote yesterday inspired by a scene in White Fang, the film:

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If you liked my poem, check out more of my poems here!

Thanks!

The Winged Child- A Poem

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Oh, it is like my heart

Has been set free

From its cage of white

To skip across

The red, red fields of passion

So vulnerable to the golden arrows

Of the winged child

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Shining Axe- A Poem

Photograph: Light Through Dark Forest

Check out more of my pictures from Wolferton here!

 

I wander through the wild wood-land

Where the great oak trees stand

 

As the trees dance and swing

The gentle wind does calmly sing

Its beautiful song of peace

But then suddenly; the tune does cease

Something is terribly wrong

In the forest, strong

Here come men into the land

Shining axes in each hand

With their axes they chop and thump

Until every tree becomes a stump

And as the trees do crack and splinter

They leave the wood like a heath in winter

 

I stagger through the naked wood

Where the great oak trees stood.

 

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The Rains Of Love- A Poem

Fields of corn sway gently in the breeze

Soft and beautiful birdsong fills the air

Flowers climb towards the rising sun

Burn brightly as they absorb…

The rains of love

 

This poem describes a beautiful spring! Flowers are blooming brightly! Crops are growing! The birds sing their beautiful song!…

But this poem has a half hidden meaning. The beautiful spring is happiness. And of course…

“There is only one happiness in life, to love and to be loved!”

Angel of Fire- A Poem

Angel of Fire

Soft and beautiful notes

Present the golden morn.

Over the horizon

The sun does ascend.

A new day is born!

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Majestic mountains

Do their icy caps shed.

Tulips open

To lap up the sunlight

Flashing their petals of red.

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Rising higher

Into the black,

Like a lunging tiger

Protecting…

It’s beloved pack!

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Oh, the sun’s magical light

Let us admire.

Yielding…

Such a beautiful crop!

An angel of fire!

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Wolf Howl- A Poem

An icy mist falls

The full moon

Rises above

Silhouetted hills.

From far off comes

A lone wolf howl…

Blood runs cold!

Shining Axe- A Poem

I wander through the wild wood-land

Where the great oak trees stand

 

As the trees dance and swing

The gentle wind does calmly sing

Its beautiful song of peace

But then suddenly; the tune does cease

Something is terribly wrong

In the forest, strong

Here come men into the land

Shining axes in each hand

With their axes they chop and thump

Until every tree becomes a stump

And as the trees do crack and splinter

They leave the wood like a heath in winter

 

I stagger through the naked wood

Where the great oak trees stood.

Fallen Rose- A Poem

Here is a poem I wrote a few days ago! Hope you enjoy it! (BTW… More symbolism )

A beautiful photograph of a wild rose taken by my Dad

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The dark raven swoops

To rip the beautiful rose

From its once firm stem

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And as it passes

Tears deep into its

Valiant Lupin’s blue, blue buds

With devastating talons

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