My Lost Child

My child's lost amongst the rubble.
My voice calls, out but to no avail, no reply reaches my ears. 
My hands are searching, forever searching, 
but i feel nothing but the roughness of broken bricks, no soft skin, no smooth hair, just rough bricks.

Thought's are running through my mind.
Thought's of sorrow, of times gone by and most of all thought's of despair. 
Where's my daughter, will i see her again? will i hear her voice calling my name? Will i hear her laugh again, will i feel the warmth of her skin against mine as i hug her,
The softness of her face as i kiss her goodnight or will i ever get to see her cry when she's fallen over?

I need to find my daughter so i can hold her, comfort her make her laugh. 
I need her to be here so she will know how much she's loved, how much she's missed when she is gone. 
I need her to look after me as i grow old and to brighten my day when she visit's me after she's moved out of my house to build a new home for herself and her family.

I see a shinning in the darkness under the rubble.
Is it my daughter's eyes or just My tears? i can't tell.
I search deeper, hope rising inside me, then i see my daughters face. ~
My heart grows lighter with the joy and with renewed energy i dig my daughter free. I wipe the dust from her face as she lies so still. I hold her close to me, one thought going through my mind. Is she dead or is she alive? 
Then i see her eyelids flutter and her chest slowly rise she's alive!

Katie, Saint Bendicts Catholic School, Derby.

The four poems below have been sent by pupils from Nether Stowe High School, in Lichfield

Earthquake Aftershock

Hurt, alone and feeling pain,
Wondering if I will see my family again.
No job, no home, nothing left,
People are even turning to theft.
Total destruction, all through the land,
Hoping someone will take my hand
and rescue me from this world of sorrow,
Make things better for tomorrow.
Thinking about what the future holds,
Trying to find courage, be brave and bold.
And asking myself, as I lie here,
My body numb, my mind unclear,
Why this tragedy happened today,
and made all happiness go away.
Lives were taken, loved ones killed,
People’s empty hearts will never be filled.
Survivors will live tot ell this tale,
But others into eternal peace will sail.

Louise
Endon High School

EARTHQUAKE! 

Tremors, warning of the ever-restless movements of
the earth’s crust.
Plates continually in motion,
Perpetually jostling and grinding against each other.
Energy, building slowly, is suddenly unleashed - violently,
Wreaking devastation.
Buildings sway and topple to the ground.
Whole regions are reduced to rubble.
People run, screaming, shouting.
They are plunged into darkness
As their world crumbles at their feet.
Despairing victims mourn lost families.
Bewildered faces stare fearfully –
Man is no match for nature’s forces.
There is no hope – only tragedy.

Emma 
Endon High School

EARTHQUAKE

Inside their houses,

Nice and warm,

Their technology,

Keeps them Calm,

Solid Foundations,

Insulation,

Safe and sound,

No hesitation,

Metal,

Steel,

How should we feel?

Rocks,

Concrete,

Their homes are complete.

Just Because,

We aren’t so "lucky",

Should our lives

Still be so "Mucky"?

All we’ve got,

Are old clay walls,

Deadly, Crushing,

No help at all.

Unseen, secret,

Unpredictable,

Unstoppable, Uncatchable,

Unconvictable.

Earthquake Terror,

Panic, Death,

Is this equality?

Life at it’s best?

Governments can help, SO LISTEN,

Why won’t the world realise?

That all the Kings horses and all the kings men,

Can not start to put back together our lives.

 James

EARTHQUAKE

Buildings reduced to rubble
People trapped under debris
Screams for help
Water and food unavailable
Disease imminent
Rescuers overworked
Country devastated
Millions in debt
Seek overseas aid
Survivors alone
Families destroyed forever
EARTHQUAKE!

Patrick
  Endon High School

The earth starts to rumble,

I feel like I am going to stumble.

Everywhere starts to shake,

I hear someone shout

Get under a desk for goodness sake!

I know what’s going on,

It sounds like a great, big bomb.

People are weeping,

Car horns are beeping.

The earth plates are moving,

Although it’s not very soothing.

I hear the crust crumble,

As it starts to tumble.

I’m glad it’s all over,

I didn’t think they occurred in Dover.

I can now carry on with my work,

Now everyone has stopped going berserk.

Tina, Liverpool College