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Poems written by Kids

If you're a Clubhouse Member, you could win a $20 cash prize 
if your poem is selected as Poem of the Month.

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From: Dana
Sent: Wednesday, November 27, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com 

Subject: my poem


Dreams Come True

One night while I was deep in thought your 
flaming soul inside I sought you wisped 
me off my feet like an angel in the sky.
When I was in need you came to my rescue.
You chased the shadows away from beneath my 
soul.You have failed to find me many times
even when you think you see me alas its 
not. Finaly one day you find me deep within
the reaches of your heart and once again 
we are renited and joiened together as one.

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Sent: Monday, October 28, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

by Ashley age 11

My Friend

My Friend...
You have given me courage,
That was not there...
You have given laughter,
That I can share...
You have given me feelings,
That are deep and true...
For that my friend
I will always love you...

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Sent: Thursday, October 24, 2002 
To: Poems@karateangels.com

FIREWORKS
by Killian Koenig

With glimmer, gilt, and grace they fly
High High into the sky
You look up in awe
At what you just saw
Even though they seem to die

For all the trouble they take to make
They go out in an awful quick take
But as you can see
They matter to me
Or this poem would be totally fake.

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Sent: Monday, October 28, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

Don't Cry Little Angel
by Ashley age 11

Don't cry little angel,
Your heart is in good hands.
You'll go the distance,
You'll travel distant lands.
Don't worry little angel,
Your tears will soon disappear.
You'll kill the pain and stand
With out fear.

Don't run little angel,
I won't let you down.
With my caress, and all the faith,
You'll forget how to frown.
Keep standing little angel,
Because I won't let you fall.
Believe it, I was there with
Just one call.

Don't hide little angel,
There's no need to conceal.
Don't fear what your thinking,
Don't fear what you feel.
Just sing little angel,
Let heaven hear the voice it made.
Your melody is strong,
Your harmony won't fade.

You can laugh little angel,
You just don't forget.
Laughing heals the soul,
No one's proven me wrong yet.

So smile little angel,
Release your beauty from within.
Destroy the past,
Let the future begin.
So don't cry little angel,
Because you can already see.
You can always and forever,
Forever count on me.

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Sent: Friday, October 18, 2002
To: FeatureStories@karateangels.com
Subject: Writing

Animals are the best things in the world! 

They are so cute and cuddley. 
My favorite kind of animals are horses and dogs. 
Not everybody likes them 
but they are my absolute favorite! 
Dogs and horses aren't the only animals 
I like, bunnies, cats, bears and a lot more. 
Animals are the BEST! 
From: Payton Gifford

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From: Melanie Garrett
Sent: Friday, August 09, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

God's Angels

I look up 
and I know I am safe
Cause I have God's angels around me 
and I am not afraid.

By: 
Melanie Garrett
Age:11

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From: Melanie Garrett
Sent: Friday, August 09, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

I am not a member but I hope that doesn't matter. Here is my poem.

Together

Together 
in prayer
hand in hand
hearts held high 
in comforts gentle gland 
all together we become one
undivided...unconquered
God always will bless America
and we shall overcome 
together.

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Sent: Friday, July 19, 2002 
To: Poems@karateangels.com

Butterfly

--Hannah M. age 5

Butterfly, fly
so pretty in 
the sky,
so high, 
so nice, 
beautiful angels
coming down 
checking on
the butterfly.

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Sent: Thursday, July 25, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

There You Go Trapped In My Rainbow

There You Go 
Trapped In My Rainbow 
There you go 
on your own 
out of my sight 
not knowing 
where you are, 
but you knew 
all along 
you knew you 
would be trapped in my rainbow 
if you go 
on your own you will know you'll be missed 
there you go 
trapped inside 
not only my rainbow 
but my heart 
so remember 
that if you go 
i will always be there 
especially if you go you'll be trapped inside 
my rainbow. 
So listen to these words 
and figure, 
what I'm trying to say, 
and don't go or you know when you 
try to look for home 
all you'll 
find is my rainbow and know 
you will soon be trapped in it 

Alyssa Eraybar

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Blue Cheese

It’s moldy, it’s nasty 

It looks sick looking to me,

It definitely wouldn’t go good

With tea.

Blue on the outside,

Moldy white inside.

They said it taste good,

They lied.

Don’t try it!

Whatever You Do!

By Madeline Cruz

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Sent: Sunday, June 30, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: poetry contest

"Big Hands Girl"


"There was a girl that had big hands, that couldn't even eat,
And always with her feet she had to pet her little dog.

Her hands were so big she dropped her glass of milk and then her cup of tea.

Her sandwich and her chips, and maybe even ME!

She couldn't even handstand, it was very hard.

She couldn't even sleep, it was also very hard."


By Maggie
Age 8
Denton, Texas

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From: Matthew Koenig
Sent: Wednesday, June 26, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com 

Subject: killian koenigs poem contest entry


Halloween Limerick

There once was a witch named Sue,
One day she was feeling blue,
Tried to make a potion,
But then got the notion,
That she'd lost all her magic will.

She went to get her broom,
And decided to go for a zoom,
But she'd lost all her power,
Within the hour,
So her broom was sadly doomed.

She went to the doctor for help,
When he couldn't she started to yelp,
That had made her sad,
But she soon got mad,
So she turned him into ugly green kelp.

She had her powers back,
But decided to hit the sack,
When she woke the next day,
There would be time to play,
But for now she was on the right track.

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From: G.M. Criddle
Sent: Monday, June 24, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com 
Subject: poem submission

This is a poem I wrote earlier this year. I hope you enjoy it.

FALLING

I am falling.

Down a deep, dark hole. It’s so cold.

Falling.

Dark.

So dark.

Someone is laughing.

I look around.

I can’t see a thing.

I’m not sure I’m even moving.

All I can feel

Is the ground rushing from underneath

Maybe that’s not even real.

All I know

Is that I can’t control it.

I’ve lost already.

It’s hopeless.

So hopeless.

Falling.

Where is that laughing coming from?

It’s all a blur.

Images flash before me.

People I used to know.

The life I used to live.

But it’s all gone now.

There is no one, out there.

Now all I have

Is this falling sensation.

Is this my punishment?

What did I do wrong?

Why is this happening?

It’s pointless to ask.

No one can answer.

I cry out desperately.

Of course, there is no answer.

No one is here.

But if that is true…

Why do I still hear that laughter, resounding everywhere?

I gasp.

I know who’s laughing now.

I realized it.

So obvious.

It’s me.

G. M. Criddle

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From Sad to Happy

As everyone cries,

Over the day,

Where many did die,

Because of their race.

We are American,

And we are proud.

We're all Americans,

And we scream it aloud!

So don't be upset,

Just cause many did die,

Because it will all,

Turn out to be no lie,

THAT WE AMERICANS,

We are proud of our race,

So why don't you put on,

a huge happy face!!!!!!!

by: 
soccer girrl

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maybe some day

The tears drift down our faces,

thinking back of September 11,

we all have our special emotions,

thinking back of that day,

when many innocent people died,

there are many different Americans,

of many different cultures,

who are suffering today,

just from that one day,

we all hope that some day,

their will be peace for everyone,

no matter what color,

or what religion,

no more wars,

and everyone will learn to respect one another,

maybe some day

From,
Tiffany Decker

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I Hold in My Hand

I hold in my hand a key,

A key for you and a key for me.

A key that will open the door,

The door to peace forevermore.

The door will lead to the future.

I hold in my hand the future,

The future of every land.

And if we work together,

We will be walking hand in hand.

by
Carlie Hiott age 11

South Fant Elementary

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The Castle Of Hope

The castle of hope

stands on a slope

high above the clouds,

as it towers up to heaven,

up up up.

When you’re down without a sound

it sprinkles happy thoughts by the pound. 

When the twin towers fell

and all the loved ones as well

it sprinkled feelings of love and hope

to thy suffering for their love,

but God sent a dove, 

to keep strength in your hearts.

So when you’re down without a sound,

you know the castle of hope is coming.

by
KarateGirlnow Age 10

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Sent: Friday, April 12, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

God's Angels

Roses are red violets blue,
when I look
 I think of all of you.

by
Baby Nell

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Sent: Monday, April 22, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

I'm Not Cleaning That mess

 I'm not going to clean that mess, no matter what you do to me. 

I rather play chess than clean a mess.

Not ME, NO WAY!

What ever you say will not get me to clean that mess. 

I rather play pretend and dress up like a princess. 

Uh, Uh, no way, I am not going to stay and clean that mess!!!

BY:
Madeline Age 10 

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Sent: Saturday, April 20, 2002
To: Poems@karateangels.com

Here is a poem I would like to enter. It is my opinion on what life is 
through a wolf's eyes. If it is too deep, then tell me and I will enter 
my other poem The Black Wasteland which tells of our trash ending the world.

"Our Life"

I am wolf.
You heard my name.
A chill down your spine.
Who can you blame?
Us.
And so you hunt us.
One by one.
Unneeded killing.
Just for fun.
And so our children starve,
and die in fear.
This is our life.
Full of fear.
Who can we blame.
You, only, you

by
-Katie McGinnis

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(Here's my other poem The Black Wasteland which tells of our trash ending the world)

The Black Wasteland

The Tree of The Willow bark stands tall,

The birds perch upon it,

the fox suspiciously eyes it.

the wolf only stares.

The woodpecker drills it making laps in time.

and the branches stretch to the sky.

In one hundred years the birds have died.

As have the fox, woodpecker and wolf.

The world was blank, no further use to mankind.

And as the last bit of smoke slipped out of the old

broken down factory, the world was black, a black wasteland....

by
-Katie McGinnis

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Sent: Monday, January 07, 2002 5:44 AM
To: Poems@karateangels.com

by A Cute Nice Angel

roses are red 
violets are blue
i love my mom
my whole family to
how can i win please 
tell me how i hope 
my words will sound 
all right