Tuesday, 10 February 2009

For Rosa- Rosa Parks

Remembered worldwide,
Only with a memory and no regrets,
Some say wrong, some says right
As for Rosa, handcuffs so tight,
Little did she know, she was making history?
Opened hearted, Rosa was, but it's still a mystery
Unknown is the word for Rosa's cause
If she hadn't moved victory would be at pause
Sounds like Negros now are free,
Earth is now at peace
More than ever before,
Count the years ago when Rosa was on the floor
Can you believe racism is no more?
All for one and one for all
Umbrellas will not hide our faces
Let bad things stop
Easily at no pain
You and her are the same
Pray to the lord that we'll always be friends
And that, wars will now end
Rosa was so right so
Kids will learn from the dear jailbird
She taught us a lot and we thank her.

How to write a poem.

5 tips about how to write a poem.Add Image

1. Never make up any lies in your poem, (if you're writing a written self-portrait).

2. Let it always come from the heart.

3. Have a look at my poems ! (I sound really big-headed)

4. The occasional rhyme (optional)

5. Ask your family and friends how could you improve your poem.


I will be holding a competition for my classmates, to write their own poem and my mother will decide on the winner. Therefore the winning poem will be shown on my blog (with their name not mine !)

Monday, 9 February 2009


By the way Dale, Lottery (who I've written about on the end, is the man in the picture!)


Now I'm older I don't know what to be,
Goth, emo, girly or me !
By me I mean nuts and crazy,
At least I've thought of the thing, not being lazy
My shoes are flat and my skirt is short,
I am being positive, I promise not to gloat !
The worst thing I could do is marry the lottery presenter, Dale !
And my mam would be devastated and send me to jail !

Reach (a short poem)

Reach, or maybe not.

Boys are like stars when you reach for one in the sky,
And if you can't seem to get hold of one,
That star wasn't the right star for you.

Notice:I think I'll write a poem about John Atanasoff !

I really do admire John Atanasoff if you have never heard of him, he was the man who invented the computer-COOL !

A little bit about me

I live in the Rhondda Valleys in a detached house with my mam and dad. I spend hours on my computer and treat it like a friend even though we do fall out. For example when it knocks off automatically when I'm writing a poem or when it freezes !

ElinorReesPoems' logo

This is my logo, I designed myself !

But who's that someone?

But who's that someone?

If you think you're pretty, there's always someone prettier than you,
If you think you're ugly there's always someone uglier than you,
If think you're smart there's always someone smarter than you,
If you think you think you're dumb there's always someone dumber than you,
If you think you’re thin there’s always someone thinner than you,
If you think you’re fat there’s always someone fatter than you,
If you think you’re poor there’s always someone poorer than you,
If you think you’re rich there’s always someone richer than you.
But who’s that someone?

Anne Frank

For Anne

A German Jew
Who had a childhood in war
You wouldn’t believe what she saw,
She’d write in her diary each day
About her flusters in hiding away.
Her family were scared the Nazis would come,
And that their journey’d be done.
Anne would always be quiet
Even if downstairs in the office there’d be a riot.
Then came the day they knew would come,
A man stood there holding a gun
Off they went to the camps
They worked so hard yet tired and ill,
So poor with no respect no money for a pill
If Anne’s dad Otto wasn’t well he’d be killed in the gas chambers,
Annelise Marie Frank, a gracious soul
Who died from typhus in the cold.


Hello my name is a bit obvious but I'll still mention it. The main reason I created this blog is because I'm pleased I finally have a sort of useful talent. Wait a minute, saying I've got a talent for writing sounds a bit big-headed, anyway if you would like to contact me on a poem you'd like me to write about my email is ElinorReesPoems@gmail.com. Oh and I forgot to mention I'm only 10 years old but please don't be put off because that's age discrimination and trust me, I don't write like a 10 year old. Oh again I sound really big-headed. Anyway....

Lots of Love/Cariad Mawr,

Elinor Lowri Rees.