Hope by
Syeda
There
was a light,
A subtle
yet fierce glow,
A light
of comfort and reassurance.
There was
a light at the end of the tunnel.
I asked
many questions,
“Where
are we going?”
“Why
are you not coming?”
All I was
told was, “there is a light.”
My parents
put me in the train.
They said
their final goodbye.
They gave
me their love,
The train
set off.
There was
a light at the end of the tunnel.
Now, I
am grown.
I am in
a safe country,
A home
called Britain.
And I
know what the light was.
It was
hope.
A light
that gave me the greatest gift of all.
A light
that gave me a chance.
There was
a light at the end of the tunnel.
Goodbye by
Maariya
Goodbye
Germany,
I
thought as I waved.
Goodbye
to the fear,
The fear
of death.
Goodbye
dear mother,
I’ll
miss your delicious foods,
Your warm
hugs.
But most
of all, I’ll miss you!
As the
final bittersweet tear fell,
I
whispered “hello”.
Hello
to a safe world.
Hello to
a new future.
Hello
to a new home.
Hello to
a better life.
My Poem by
Amarah
To die
of fear
Is worse
than dying of a disease.
At least,
to me that is.
For the
girl with the blue ribbon,
Tying her
straggly hair in a loose bunch,
Dying of
fear is amazing.
Amazing
to forget that you can live now.
To die
then.
I talked
to the boy with the radish hair,
Who looked
like one too.
He said
that dying of fear is worse,
Because
you know the world is still hanging in the balance,
On one
thread.
Barely capable
of holding on.
I asked
the tall lady, the snowlady with the carrot nose,
Where are
we going?
Where is
my mum?
Who are
you?
She blinked.
I turned away.
My sanity
is whisked way too.
Because
I fear she is really a snowman.
And then,
the grumbling stopped.
Time to
step out.
Into absolutely
nothing.
