Wilbur's Poetry

My bff Wilbur wos well cleva at lowds of fings. He not veree gud at torkin wiv anybodee, but that cos ee autistic. An that ment ee not liyk torkin or avin frends much. But cos ee neva torkd ment that ee spend a lot mor tiym finkin insted of blabbin. So ee a lot cleverer at ovva fings.

Won fing ee wos bludee gud at wos poetry. Cos ee won lowds of competitions at skool an in the cownty. So I gonna put som ere for u an if u liyk them then tell me, then I publish som mor.

Now yoo miyt fink thees poems ar a bit gud for a 11 year old kid. But ee rowt them wen ee jus 7! An that well gud cos they betta then miyn now an I 13!


Grandma

Her skin shiny but gentle
her heart old but warm
her smile wrinkley but happy
her eyes yellow but kind
her walk wobbly but experianced
her love as young as mine


Deserve

Ow
that hurts!
More than ever!
Ow
and another
but i deserve it
my skin is tender
and singing
but i deserve it
in dont cry till its stopped
"and dont do it again"


Winter

Winter ices
ices my heart
heartens my soul
soulless breath fills the air
air frezes the glass
glassy sides on the trees
trees still and hard
harder to breath
breath in the winter
winter ices


I see him lying there

i see him lying there
still
quiet
noise and turmoil about him
he was running
chasing
flashing
panting
i see him lying there
still
quiet
they werent watching
they stare now
there breath caught
like his
in the wind
i see him lying there
still
quiet
he is calm
relaxed
his friends are wild
screaming
hearts pumping
his still
i see him lying there
still
quiet
goodbye
my friend


Now I downt know abowt u but ther no way I knew a word liyk turmoil wen I 7!

So plees riyt a comment an I put mor up if u interestesticular.