On Thursday 3rd October we celebrated National Poetry Day. Posters were posted around the Centre and a poetry picnic was provided during the day. Students, and staff, read poems and students were encouraged to write a poem of their own (voucher prizes were there to be won). A selection of these poems appear below:
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Ode to a Fried Breakfast
Bacon crispy and sizzling Eggs flipped and firm Fresh cut tomatoes juicy Greasy slippery hash browns Toast warm with melted butter Fill the plate! Dollop on the ketchup Good start to the day (JB) |
Harry Potter
Hagrid is very hairy Aragog has so many eyes Ron’s wet himself Rest in peace Snape Yeah Draco’s off to tell his father People are shipping Harry and Draco Oh Dobby’s dead The teachers are drinking away The cup has gone to Gryffindor what a surprise Everyone gets a wand Rest in peace Fred
(CAJ) |
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America’s in turmoil Just like Trump’s dumb We don’t know what they’re trying to foil Just let Donald suck his thumb I don’t understand all of Brexit And the implications of leaving I think this is just one little nit But the politicians from party to party Are they just hearing? (AH) |
Homophobia
It is the colour black It is a trumpet because it’s loud, screaming out “you’re gay” and unkind Sexism is Pink and Blue (LM) |
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Even though chocolate Can make you fat a lot It is peng! Dairy milk although quite boring Gets me gnashing and a-gnawing Chunks, chips, bites or bars Snicker, Twix, Twirl or Mars I’d swipe right like on tinder To find a surprise within my Kinder Luscious limes, lovely Lindt Even bubbly Aero’s mint Yes we all love Choc a Lot Makes us want to stuff a Lot (in our faces) (11MF) |
Autumn
Bonfires, crackling Warmth, bright colours, crowds gathering round (CW)
Wintery Words
Frosted windows on The streets filled with fresh icy snow With bare branches and lost mittens (EC) |
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Prison
It is the colour black It is stormy rainy Lightning Thunder It is a violin being played poorly It is screaming out loud Waiting for someone to hear
(AW) |
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The truth It’s hidden And for it to be spoken is forbidden Our emotions build up but we keep it inside The cloud of darkness, behind it we hide The truth. It is a lie? They watch us as we die The world just isn’t right At the end of the tunnel, there is no light Society is trapped in their own minds The truth? It isn’t kind You see, the truth. It can be deadly Our lies, travel like a medley The truth. We just don’t care We are like monsters Hiding in a lair The truth, why do we hide behind it? Our happiness is never lit The truth. It’s scary So delicate like a fairy We cry as we break The broken smiles we fake The truth is that we are broken But this is something that will never be spoken The truth. It’s ever so forbidden It’s something that will always remain hidden (AS) |
Carl is cool and so is this school Jo teaches English, she just teaches English Some cows go moo. And then they flew? Phantoms infect but they never protect There was once a hero, who lived in a far away land And he died by a villain’s hand The monster’s burning in the fire, he’s dying and his soul is flying higher and higher Then plunges straight into more fire in hell One important girl at the age of 16 died Then the boy and the rest of her friends cried The boy was depressed so he died to join her in heaven That was him and her story on how they got to heaven Death Despair That were the only emotions left in this world Death Death Death Death Death Death Everybody was dead The whole world died More death Death! (JO) |
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The cookie clicker is the best I play it night and day I never let it rest I click the cookie to win enough Paint by far Enough to buy my favourite thing
(AL) |
Fun Or nerve-wracking Oh no The foot Ball is coming And then the goalkeeper shouts Loudly all defenders defend the Last shot and the goalkeeper shouts Losers! (JM) |
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