Poetry Page
A massive thank you to everyone who entered our poetry competition this year. We hope you had as much fun writing your brilliant poems as we did reading them!
Congratulations to our winners, whose poems can be read below.
Can You See the Stars Tonight?
Theodora, Barnes Primary School
Can you see the stars tonight?
It’s a wonderful bright, sight
Look! A twinkling shooting star
Watch as it whooshes so far.
I can see a shiny crescent moon,
Say goodbye, it will be gone soon.
Next will come the flaming sun,
Full of adventure, joy and fun!
Up, up, up we go, in to space
A magical, mystical place!
I spot the red, dusty planet Mars
Hiding in between the crystal stars.
It’s been the most spectacular, amazing night!
So, can YOU see the stars tonight?
Thy Tyger
Juliet, Sherwell Valley Primary School
Tiger, tiger roaring tiger Earthy scent piercing eyes, Look of great determination
He, he is thy tiger.
Tiger, tiger O beautiful tiger
Orange fur, deep pur, Whiskers like thin needles
You, you are thy tiger.
Tiger, tiger gentle tiger
Captivated by your fearsome looks Calm and loving looking for you
There, there is thy tiger.
Tiger, tiger sneaky tiger
Padded paws, heavy breath Vibrant colours through the forest
Tyger, you are thy tiger.
Break Time
Lily, Gosforth East Middle School
Whispering, Chattering
Running laughing kicking
Shouting crunching
Too loud too loud too loud
Squeezing through corridors
Wave after wave of people
Rushing, crushing, pushing
Too light too bright too tight
I’m lost.
Need to get out
Of the roaring raging storm of people
Freezing-hot forest fire
Suffocating black hole of breaktime
To the library
All is quiet
Calm
Like the soft melody of rain
Dancing in a faraway forest
And I can fly away
On the silver wings
Away from the bubbling boiling volcano of school
And into
The infinite possibilities
Of imagination.
Away with Words
Eloise, Torquay Girls’ Grammar School
Angels fly across the sky but can never fly like books
Wizards of the sky with their leather as wings,
And their tiny gold titles like halos
Yearning for an enthusiastic reader to pluck them from the sky
Waiting for a person like me.
Icons in words and protagonists on paper
Teachings of ancient leaders
Heroes and villains tied in the perfect paper twist
Where writers get their ideas from, I will never know,
Orchestrating a choir of crickets is easier than writing a compelling book
Radiant settings in dramatic lights of despair or happiness
Deep characters drawn by love, revenge or curiosity
Stunning stories will always take you away with words