Students and staff enjoyed creative writing on Thursday 1st October to celebrate National Poetry Day 2020. We talked about how poets explore all sorts of ideas, and how their writing can even help us realise what human experiences we have in common. Poetry can entertain us and connect us.
This year’s theme is ‘See like a poet’. Primary students wrote poems about all sorts of topics, from favourite animals to monsters. They even worked together on a poem exploring colours.
Many of our secondary students, using the meaning of their names as a starting point, used contrast and fantasy in their poems. Others explored all sorts of ideas, from personal relationships to sinister sci-fi fantasy.
Our staff joined in, too: special commendations go to a fantastic limerick about the burden of leadership, and wonderful musings on car journey bickering and the search for a perfect crab sandwich!
Well done to the two students who won prizes of mini light box displays (for messages or poems) and to our runners-up, who received sugar-free sweets this year – it was Healthy Eating Week, after all.
We hope you enjoy reading a selection of the students’ creative work here.
Contrasted
I am a young innocent puppy, But also a bird of prey. A buzzard that strangles To cause death and pain. But jolly like Christmas, A green holly bush. Why so contrasted? English, Dutch, French and Irish? Where do I originate from?
The snow is as cold as my soul as it falls heavily upon the silent streets.
As the bright sun settled softly the snow started getting heavier and heavier as it stormed in anger.
In the morning when it’s still snowing I go out to check the snow filled ground.
As I opened my mouth to taste the peacefully falling snow, there was a subtle (bang) of thunder that hit the earth.
As I look in the distance I see a big rocky meatball hit the earth…as I arrive at green and brown filled field I suddenly realise what it is.
Thirty minutes into arriving I see two Wonky walking burnt looking creatures Slowly time goes by as I am trying To examine these overly odd things.
After a short while I took a slow perfectly peaceful drive home, as I’m round about half way home I see a group of loud freaky things moving in the fast falling snow…
I realise! Finally realise our world had at last been taken over by these spontaneous zombies, I think.
I am
I am deadly life, searching for where I fit. I am the sting of reality, part of me was given a toxic name. I wonder if I am cured to be alone. Forever stubborn and wild.
I’ve always found home in nature. Maybe that is where I belong. They say I’m cold, harsh and strong. I don’t feel that way but I’m scared I am.
I am lost. I’m still searching for my home. For now I’m the sharp cold knife. Only wanted when I have something to give. Then left alone to rest.
I am
A royal material Here to be beautiful and soft Made for slumber, a reliable rest I am also LOUD and joyful I am music and laughter and song A comforting sound, a reminder, always there Working hard to be here but ready to slip away
I am
I am a handy winch, always there to help. Yet never to be repaired… I am small and powerful. Seeking revenge in the dark, mad at the world. I am a corner…and water Easygoing. But can be your worst nightmare in seconds. |
I live
I live in a sandy coast surrounded by soily fields and the breezy trees
I am different my name means the same thing; with fields sand coast wood and glade
I am
I am a trustworthy hill Strong and bold I climb high to reach the top So I can see the horses run Their manes flow in the wind I am the master of my hill.
I think I can colour beautiful pictures. I imagine my nan is in heaven. I wonder where my nan has gone.
I am the Fire
I am the fiery danger I am the short, flowing red dress I am the protector of the castle
My name is Jahn I was born in a barn I was three days late Because there was no alarm
My name is Jahn I now live on a farm I’m a good boy I cause no harm
We learn all day, & some say That ain’t productive, Guess that depends upon the Demons that you’re stuck with, Cos right now I see clearer than most I sit here contented with this cheese on toast
Orange
Fins, gills, shiny scales. A goldfish! Pointy, tufty, bunny food. A carrot! Just before night, yellow stripes. A sunset!
There once was a boy from our school Who always liked to play pool When he picked up the cue He needed the loo So he did it right there in the hall
The One Who Left
I love how you left without saying goodbye, I love how now you’re living your best life, You made me lie to get your own way, Maybe everyone’s just the same.
Thanks to you I know to trust very little, Thanks to you I know not to get attached Now you’re back into my life Yet little do you know we’ll never get our bond back.
You try to get close with me again But I push you away because I don’t want to feel that pain again. I hope your kids never have to feel that way Because that will be very ashamed. |