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Finalists Poems from the Plinth! |
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24th Nov 2009
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Congratulations to the following pupils who's poetry was read out from the Plinth in Trafalgur Square on 3rd October, 2009.
Samuel Adamson, Age 13
Bromsgrove School
The Truth About Love
I flowed smoothly through the water, air bubbles and tiny fish tickling my skin. I glided along the sea bed until I saw her lying on the sand, staring up at the teeming life moving over head. Her snorkel, leaving a stream of bubbles, gently floated to the surface. I swam to her and took her hand in mine; her skin was smooth and supple, as it always had been. I looked at her, and she at me. I smiled, and she back… I gasped and sat up suddenly, remembering I was alone. I had been, for a long time.
Alexandra Wolverson, Age 10
Hartwell Church of England Primary School
The Explosion
The terrifying explosion is a tiger roaring loudly, He is violently stalking down a glowing hill, It's pouncing into the air quickly, The explosion is growling fiercely as he bared his sharp teeth, The acrimonious claws shot into the wind silently.
When the explosion roared everything went silent, I could feel the ground shake as it walked along, The explosion was scrambling down the glowing hill fiercely chasing after his deplorable prey.
For the explosion is a tiger roaring loudly.
Thomas Hallman, Age 9
Charles Dickens Junior School
The Magic Box
I will put in my box...
The boom of a canon on a misty night
A spark from the cat of a king
The head of a pig touching a car.
A dog with a pink body
A spit of water from another universe
The sweet burst of music from a fat robin.
Three silent wishes spoken in Japanese
The last man of the universe
And the first move of a baby.
A little dog and a big cat
A snake and a bike.
My box is fashioned from ice crystals and red jewels and gold with rubber on the lid and 50,000 tiny bubbles.
Matthew John Budge, Age 13
Bromgrove Senior School
The Onyx leather Rider
The jet black motorcycle swam through the overcrowded bridge like a sardine through a shoal of mackerel. The rider, wearing equally dark clothes, checked back over his shoulder to get recon on his pursuers. Adrenaline and blood rampaging through his veins, his reflexes unimaginably rapid, He saw an opportunity to escape and pulled sharply to the right in front of a large tanker. He accelerated to full power, straight at the rear of a bike transporter. He soared over a Toyota Yaris and almost crushed his tail as he veered off down a subway tube to his doom...
Anna Siobhan Brown, Age 12
Chafyn Grove School
Burdens, Moments, Gossamer and Ships
What are heavy? Burdens and regrets.
What are brief? Moments and sad vignettes.
What are frail? Gosssamer and bees.
What are deep? Sunken ships and seas.
Jess Sparey, Age 14
St Edmunds School
Scones With Jam
One.
Two.
Thee months until she left.
Three months of ‘it’
The thing that was inside of her,
That thing that was winning her battle.
Oh.
So.
Slow it was.
It almost seemed to be normal.
‘Lets go see Nanny’ my Mother would say,
‘We’re running out of time’.
Lies.
Lies.
Lies there were.
They told she’d be fine.
I was playing Mums and Dads with Kirsty,
When my Nanny, my Nan had finally lost her war.
Scones.
With.
Jam Mum said.
I didn’t understand why we were celebrating.
Although I was confused,
I stood up and told my story,
Which made my Mother cry.
No.
More.
Time is left.
I worry I took it for granted.
The walks, the Christmases and the birthdays,
Three months is not long enough
Harry Porter, Age 10
Mountbatten School, Romsey
Sun
I threw my net into the galaxy and it was oozing;
Full of stars like disco balls,
Planets like familiar faces.
Slimy, veiny, eye-popping predators
I clutched from my net the sun.
As I glanced, I examined the burning eye of the solar system.
There, the sun is gleaming, glamorous ruby,
Scorching the daylight clouds.
Aakifah Mirza, Age 11
Blackheath High School.
A Night Out...And Then?
It was dark out. The moon glistened all pale and ghostly. Bats were shrieking, their voices echoing into the night. The trees were huddled together, whispering secrets, while I sat down on a park bench. Glowing lights twinkled on all the roads. All had gone quiet. Goosebumps prickled all over my body: I knew something was wrong. Quietly moving towards the gate, it suddenly closed. I was locked in. I ran to the gate and tugged, it wouldn't move. A man spoke in the background in a malicious tone. I turned around...
Laura Tootill, Age 13
The Wavell School
To support
To die
To kill
For our country
And its people.
War.
Sounds glamorous. Fun. Not, however
when you’re crouched in a sludge-filled trench
Rats scuttling over your feet
Blindly shooting
Knowing that one bullet could be the end of you.
Even less, however hen that one bullet has been and done its duty and you are lying mangled and rotting
In a trench, cave or a battlefield.
You fought, killed died for your country and its people
You’re a hero
Like all the rest
By rights you deserve more than this
I don’t think it’s worth it.
Caitlin Napleton, Age 11
Fortismere School
Do Not Leave Behind What You Have Got Yourself In Never leave true friends behind, Do not ever let that thought cross your mind.
Do not run away in sadness or fear,
If your friends stay there do not hide here.
Do not let the bond between you ever go; Always share what you may know.
Share your secrets and give them your trust, Do not leave your friend even if you must.
Treat them with respect, as your equal or kin.
Do not leave behind what you have got yourself in, For what you are in is a miracle indeed, Because it is true the miracle will never leave!
Martha Gwen, Age 3¾
Sandhurst Nursery School
Bananas
Plonch, plonch, plonch
Through the jung, jung, jungle.
If you see a monkey swinging in the trees RUN AWAY HOME If he's eating your bananas!
Priyanka Alexander, Age 6¾
Henry Moore Primary School
"Who lives"
Who lives in a web?
A sparkly shiny web.
"I know, " said the spider,
"This is my home."
Who lives in a cave?
A dark black cave.
"I know ," said the bear,
"This is my home."
Who lives in a hive?
A yellow sticky hive.
" I know," said the bee,
"This is my home."
Who loves in a house?
A clean big house.
"I know ," I said,
"This is my home."
Tamar Nicholls, Age 47
Teacher – Godolphin School
Pigeons and People
The pigeons below me are shiny and pretty Not unlike those in Salisbury city.
Does it matter if they're grey or speckled, Blue or green or lightly freckled?
Surely the pigeon world, like human society, Is far more interesting, when there's variety?
Shondelle Alicia Bown, Age 11
Lancaster Girls Grammer School
Autumn time
As the time goes on and the days go by
The winter leaves pass my eye
There’s something about it that makes me smile Seeing orange and red from mile to mile The last of the animals go into deep sleep The weather gets colder and the trees still weep The winter frost coats the lawns It falls though the night and fades at dawn The wellies go on and children come out There’s woolly scarves and hats about There’s bonfire night and Halloween As beautiful as it’s always been.
Sophia Haddaji, Age 7
St Joseph’s Catholic Primary School
Snowy Day
Snowy day, don’t want to play,hey hey hey, what a day.
Feel Free to go out in the snow, ho ho ho, I will pick my nose with my toes.
Mum made me a drink, but it's not hot, it's cold, because snow is somehow in it!
Snow snow, ho ho, here comes Santa! With his big, long beard, so shiny and clear.
I built a snowman, but it died. I kept some snow, but it melted.
Alexandria Hasler, Age 15
Soham Village College
LOSING FIRST LOVE.
I see him walking to go to have lunch.
He sits down at the benches with his friends, Heart quickens, palms hot; ready for the punch, No smile. No wave. No consideration to make amends.
Teenage break-ups are not at all rare,
But that does not make things any easier, Just continue hoping someone will care, The sight of him couldn’t make me queasier.
I could tell this was heart break from day one.
He said he could no longer hurt me,
As he finally admitted his love was gone, But his actions only lead to misery.
I think about him every day,
I know I love him in every way.
Pippy Page, Age 16
Wiltshire College
the broken man
Like a broken man
Like paper in the fan
Like a cracking rock
Like a moment of shock
Like a headlight in fog
Like a jam in the cog
Like a lonely warrior
Like shattered euphoria
Like a one man band
Like the blood on your hand
Like ‘till death do us part’
When it stopped at the start
Like a small beaten child
Like when love’s always mild
Like that small missing part
Like a soft, broken heart
Like when cold makes you shudder
Like no milk from the udder
Like the glasses that shattered
Like the fruit that got battered
This feeling is anger
This feeling is pain
This feeling’s a feeling
I won’t feel again
Callum Devereux, Age 10
Milwards Primary school
Love
What does love smell like?
Love smells like fresh air in the morning.
What does love sound like?
Love sounds like little birds chirping in the trees.
What colour is love?
Love is a rosy red sparkling in the sun.
What does love look like?
Love looks like a sunset in the evening.
What does love remind you of?
Love reminds you of a pretty girl.
Kissing you in a field of flowers.
What does love taste like?
Love tastes like cherries.
What does love feel like?
Love feels like a hot summer’s day.
Isabel Elias, Age 10
Hartwell C of E Primary School
The dance of a flower
The flower was an elegant dancer. Swirls of colour from her frilly petal dress. It doesn’t matter how strong the wind, the dancer does not stop. Twisting and turning, her face, full of determination. The flower sways gracefully in the rapid wind, whilst the tall green grass surrounds her. Suddenly, the breeze calms .And still once more, the flower waits for the applause of the wind.
Gareth Edwards, Age 11
Werneth School
Dragons
Dragons are big and very large,
nothing will stop them when they charge.
Very high up in the sky,
like a bullet when they fly.
When they land they'll crush the ants,
breathing fire and burning your pants.
When you see you'll shiver and shake,
they'll eat you up like a Christmas cake.
If you battle them they will put up a fight, they are the flying night.
Over the road over again,
until you reach the Dragon's den!
Alexander D’Abbott, Age 8
Chafyn Grove School
Waiting for Break
Waiting for Break,
Waiting for Break,
Looking out of the window,
Daydreaming about having my biscuits,
Playing football and feeling the breeze on my face, People tackling me and then scoring goals And suddenly someone wakes me and says, "It's Break time!"
Hannah Jackson, Age 14
St Edmunds C of E School
Aubern Hair
Blooming like a red rose,
Holding a mysterious beauty,
I always wear it up,
It shines when the sun is out,
Darkens when it becomes night,
My hair is heavy, thick,
But can be soft, velvet,
My hair is auburn,
The curls trickle down my back,
Walking along, I don't look back,
At the people who shout, stare,
Because my hair is auburn,
I don't think I know,
How lucky I am,
My hair makes me frown,
But then I realise, I am lucky,
Because I stand out,
From the crowd,
Hair down !
Ewan Isted, Age 10
Milwards Primary School
Sadness reminds you of frost bite on a cold winter’s day.
Sadness is black like misty fog when it creeps through the street at night.
Sadness tastes of a burnt dinner when you have spent ages cooking it.
Sadness smells of smoke when you walk down an old dirty alleyway.
Sadness sounds like a whale out of water, crying to his friends to get back in the sea.
Sadness feels like a broken bone when you are staring at people having fun.
Sadness looks like a struggling fly in a spider’s web.
Andrea Ellinas, Age 13
Bromsgrove School
Missing a beat
Boom, bu, bu-boom. I can still feel my heart beat pounding against my chest. I think today may have been the best day of my life, all because, because of, you know, it doesn’t matter! But the fact is I still can’t get over that, He asked ME!!! I obviously said, “yes!!" straight away. I swear it was one of the most romantic things I have ever heard ever!! But you know that feeling you get when you finally know that you’ve met that special someone? Well that’s how I feel when I’m with or around him….
Shakira Dyer, Age 11
Fortismere School
River Journey
Flowing calmly along,
Animals come to drink,
Squirrels, chipmunks, birds,
Still I flow on,
The stray cats scare them away,
And begin to caress,
Lapping at me with their rough tongues.
And I surge on.
The silvery shimmer of those who live within me, darting around with their streamline suits.
The rustle of the leaves as they blow around me, Steadily I travel Then I quicken in a dip, Spurting against rocks and rubbish, So much litter.
I no longer flow.
My now rest here in this polluted bit of forest For a while.
Odette Yiu, Age 11
Blackheath High School
Goldilocks Returns
Shopaholics - that's what they were;
Bears who hated a particular girl.
Goldilocks, her name was.
She had become wealthy upon finding an antique purse.
Using one of her locks,
She unlocked their door,
And snuck into their house
Like she did before.
She ordered workers
To knock their house down.
'MINE!' she told the bears
When they returned with frown.
They were in debt and they hadn't any money to spare.
'So now we're bankrupts.'
They were forced to declare.
Maybe there aren't
Happy Endings, after all.
Unless you're Goldilocks,
Who was having a ball?
Chandler White, Age 10
Charles Dickens Junior School
The Magic box
I will put in the box
The whoosh of a wave on a windy night, Ice from the nose of a fierce dinosaur, The tip of a finger touching a cuddly cat.
I will put in the box
A lizard with a rolling tongue
A sip of the water from a magical and mystical river, jumping spark from a flash of lightning.
I will put in the box
Three golden wishes from a rainbow, The last whisper of a Chinese man, And the first word of a small baby.
Jonathan Lester Hill, Age 10
Milwards Primary School
Joy
Joy smells like a bunch of roses
Joy is like a dark yellow lion roaring in the jungle
Joy sounds like a beautiful wind blowing the trees.
Joy feels like the wind whizzing past you quickly
Joy reminds me of school finishing and going home.
Leah Sigrid Blackwell, Age 12
St Edmunds C of E Girls School
How to; poem
poetry, poetry in the air,
Does it rhyme?
Who will care?
Whatever comes to mind,
Write it down,
Just in time.
So here we go,
Off we go,
Let’s have a go.
The fluffy cat;
Now; I know a poem would have,
In tow,
`The cat sat on the mat`
No.
What shall flow,
With the fluffy cat,
The fluffy cat had a tail,
The fluffy cat ate a snail.
Or maybe neither,
Because the secret to a great poem is;
Not to go through the alphabet for a word that rhymes, With tail or tow, Which is snail and no?
Catharine Potter, Age 10
Hartwell C of E Primary School
Ivy
The ivy is a knotted snake giant and green, His body clinging armored to the rough walls, Hour upon hour he clings, stiff and still, Clinging to the rumbling tumbling stones by the garden door.
When dusk falls he still remains there,
Resting peacefully in the midnight moon, All of his savageness comes to an end, While he rests every things calm.
But on a quiet day in Autumn,
When he sheds his grimy, green scales,
Silence ripples through the atmosphere,
The ivy is a knotted snake.
Lauren Davis, Age 9
Charles Dickens Junior School
My baby sister
My baby sister is
As cuddly as a cloud,
as sweet as a strawberry lolly pop,
as cute as a little lamb.
Her eyes are as blue as the gleaming sea, Her nose is as small as a button, and Her lips are like a white pearl.
I give her my love and care,
With kisses and cuddles,
I wish her to have the best life.
Leanne Willis, Age 10
Milwards Primary School
Silence
Silence feels like nobody is home at all.
The colour of silence is purple like lavender
Silence reminds you of the forest at midnight.
Silence taste like a cold winter’s day
It smells like a frosty blade of grass.
Silence sounds like the birds tweeting in the trees.
Silence looks like an empty classroom in the holidays.
Veselin Dotchev Karadotchev, Age 17
Bromsgrove School
Just one more step and he was going to be over the edge and into the abyss. Deep into oblivion, where laid the age that produced him- there was his place. And he longed for it now. This was not the only way, of course. He did not have to take it… An elusive grin ran across his face. “Have to”- even the words sounded ridiculous now. Like the shriek of old rusty chains, worn out and useless. Actually he did not have to do anything at all. But it was the right choice, and in the end this was all that ever mattered- doing the right thing not because you have to, but because you want to.
His left foot moved forward and just like that the darkness embraced him.
Lauren Josie Westwood, Age 9
Woodcote Primary School
children
in a world that we know not
where things never decay or rot
a magical creature lives out of sight.
it occasionally comes out in the dead of night.
It would creep around and wait,
it would climb up the roof slate,
this thing was harmless but wild,
this magical thing is your child !
Adults called it things like Keith,
Then they taught it to brush its teeth!
Then all through the adults care,
children spread to everywhere !!!
Maya Sonvico, Age 16
Pembrokeshire College
The Deserving
In my head, the steady beat of the drum pounded. I could feel the cuffs tightening around my wrists, constricting my attempts to move.
A sea of apathetic faces stared at me, none of them knowing who the real me was, all believing what they’d heard or had been told.
I scanned the pack for a familiar face but I was drowning in their blind hatred, I could not breathe. Their silent accusations screamed out at me, choking me, stifling my contradictory words. I was unable, unwilling, to plead innocence; I had been condemned long before my trial.
Sam Gaskin, Age 10
Milwards Primary School
Fun
Fun looks like jumping on an unmade bed.
Fun tastes like ten bars of chocolates.
Fun smells like ten Big Macs
Fun feels like riding your bike.
Fun sounds like playing on your DS.
Fun reminds me of playing on my psp.
Fun is the colour of the sun, bright yellow. |
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