THE SHELL THAT TRAVELLED FOR YOU
Here I present you a shell.
It has been washed up on ancient shores, where we once
walked,
I hope this is no shock, but it is better than the
decrepit clock.
Singing, dancing, partying and chanting
my love,
This shell has helped me declare my love,
It is no customary shell.
Truly priceless and eventful,
Every night it gets washed up by the fulfilling sound of
the poignant waves.
A little reminder that this shell has once had its hands
full.
Life is like the voyage of a wave.
But like the shell has the sand I have you.
I hope you do not mind the absence of chocolate and
flowers.
But there is no need as my love for you is worth more than the Eiffel Tower.
By Erin H
What is Love?
Love is happiness;
Adoration,
Inclination, Predilection.
Never tedious, always
true passion.
Love can be humorous.
Love can create a
forever caring family.
I believe love can be diverse.
Love is like a burning flame,
and it sure can never be claimed.
by Amelia P
Not a red nose or a satin heart.
I give you a flower.
It is a nice flower.
It promises love
like the sun.
Here.
It will make you happy
like a happy person.
It will make your day very good
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a lying.
I give you a lots of flowers
Its fresh and will stay fresh in the sun
as we are,
for as long as we are.
Take it. Its a rose if you like.
It’s for you if you will take it
I love you and I hope you love me too.
by Henry T
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you a gluestick.
It is a strange present, I know, but
I promise it has meaning,
Like everything in the world does.
Here.
It will help you in “sticky” situations
Like a friend.
I am being truthful.
Not a box of chocolates or a teddy bear.
I give you a gluestick.
It’s a symbol of togetherness.
To show that I will always stick with you
And will be by your side forever.
As long as we are together.
Take it.
It’s a token of my love.
And when we are in different places, you’ll think of
me.
Just like I’m always thinking of you.
For I am the Lister to your Walker.
by Lucy R
A key to my heart
I give you a key.
It’s a key to my heart.
I know it may not be as good as
money
But a key is what I want you to have.
This key has never left my possession
But I felt I must give it to you.
As you are my new obsession
And you never fear to love me the way I do.
I want you to hold it close to your heart
As it is a sacred gift.
I have never offered something like this
before
But then again I have never felt like this before.
This new feeling is strange to me
I hope you can guide my way
Through this field of mystery.
I hope you don’t lead my heart
astray.
I know you have felt this feeling before
So I hope I am enough
For you to not walk out that door.
I pray you don’t believe this is a bluff.
As for my feelings for you
Are no more than real.
I will never feel blue
As my heart is yours to steal.
by Imogen A
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you a can of hairspray.
A bottle filled with stickiness.
It promises that sticky love.
The kind of love that makes you want to take it off.
Here.
It will make you need it for a while.
Like a lover that is here to stay.
It will make you look nice for some time but then it
wears off
And you need to wash it off.
I am trying to be truthful.
Not a single bit of hair out of place.
I give you a can of hairspray.
Its sticky fumes will stay with you and only when u wash
it off,
will it come off.
As we are, for as long as we are.
Take it.
It’ll remind you of us.
You may spray it on, but after a while you have got to
take it off.
If you want it, of course.
It's hard metal outer shell makes it seem like it's
tough,
but the inside will stick to you and your hair.
by Annie S
How do I Know?
What is this?
This feeling when they are near,
Poisonous like a snake.
Keeping me alive enough to hear their words,
But too paralysed to reply.
Am I dying?
Am I sick?
Or am I in love?
It is too hard to pick.
Am I falling to my grave?
Or falling down so deeply,
That I might just get crushed anyway.
I am moth to a flame now,
It is far too late to run away.
How do I know?
To let myself go,
And drink this red venom willingly.
How do I know,
This ink won't turn black far too
quickly,
And kill me.
by Fionnuala W
The car and the duck
Not
a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you a Hyundai Tucson 1.6 T-GDi Ultimate (s/s) 5dr.
It is an expensive car worth £32,960.
It promises first year road tax
like the Vauxhall Crossland X SRI NAV 1.2 5dr.
Here.
It will drive to work and back
like
a normal car.
It will make your MINI Hatch 2.0 Cooper S Sport (s/s) 3dr.
I am trying to be truthful
Not an exaggerating salesman.
I give you a duck.
It’s a male; will stay in the pond
and eat our stale bread.
Take it.
It’s your duck and Hyundai Tucson 1.6 T-GDi Ultimate (s/s)
5dr.
if you like.
It’s a nice duck and the car is comfy.
Its very cool and will help you in the long run.
Not the duck, the car.
by Finn R
Best Dog Ever
You’re always there when I need you,
So helpful in times of despair,
Always acting so cute,
This special day is for you,
For the one who knows me best,
The one who always listens.
I couldn’t have wished for better...
Best dog ever!
by Morgan W
My Valentine’s Poem
I give you a ring
It is a sign of trust
It promises my love for you
Like the loyalty you must
Please.
Be with me until we are older
Like a magnet
It will bring us closer
I am trying to be truthful
Not a backstabbing liar
Do the same with me
And close your eyes and listen to the choir
I give you a place in my life
It will stay there forever
For as long as
we are together
Take it.
You’re the only one I want
It will make me happy
But I know you can’t…
by Elisha A
When I wake early in the morn,
Every day is new,
And I am grateful as I know,
I shall die loving you.
As I sit alone and prey to what is true,
I thank the lord that one day,
I will die loving you.
Now when I lay,
I think so exceedingly of you,
And I thank the world that,
I died loving you.
by Maddie L
I give you a locket.
It is a family heirloom, one of my
only prized possession.
It promises me that you’ll smile
And for that alone, it’s worth it.
Here.
It’ll remind you of me,
When I can’t sneak around the castle to see you.
It’ll mean a piece of me shall always be with you.
I’m being truthful.
I’ll see you again tomorrow night.
I give you a ring.
Its venerable diamond will stay
shining
Beautifully and gracefully
For as long as we are together.
Take it.
It’s yours now,
Yours forever.
by Lebraer N
A Withered Rose
The clock chimes ‘8:00’ it is morning
The 14th
The house is empty. Just me. Alone, alone.
I’ll get no gift, no card, no call.
The blinds unfurl
I look past the window, the trees, the hills.
A withered rose, under a slaughtered tree.
Perhaps I am not alone.
Across the street, a couple sits, grinning.
“Give me a break.”
by Krzys A
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