Poetry Competition to Celebrate National Poetry Day 2016
In order to celebrate National Poetry Day on October 6th 2016, girls have been writing lots of wonderful poems on the theme of 'Messages', which is the focus for this year.
The English Department has been enjoying reading all the poems that have been submitted and we are so impressed by the quality of the work that the girls have produced. Of the many poems we read, we were particularly impressed by several of these and we would like to share these with you here. Many congratulations to the following girls:
- Key Stage 5 Winner = Caitlin F
- Key Stage 4 Winner = Rebecca B
- Key Stage 4 Runner-Up = Charlie B
- Key Stage 3 Winner = Tegan H
- Key Stage 3 Runner-Up = Lirit D
The ironically comic note, Caitlin F Year 12
How funny that we have walked the same streets,
The slither of suits and skirts sticking to our skin
Like sellotape sweat.
How funny that we have looked at the same view,
The sun racing to catch our eyes
As they write a thousand floors and rooms and doors.
We watch the puppets in our minds lead real lives
On the tenth floor of the horizon.
How funny that we have frozen on the same thread of concrete carpet,
The crowd gliding around as if we were delicately placed
In the heart of the stream.
But we don’t care,
We’re both too busy spilling our emotions on the carpet,
Letting them seep through and stain the fibres
Of lingering souls.
How funny that we can breathe the same beliefs
Enjoy the same darkness
Drum with the same heart,
But the idea of you loving me,
You just find funny.
How funny is it,
That I am laughing at this message
Written to my soul?
Not funny at all.
Imprisoned - Charlie B, Year 10
Cool bars imprison me,
My hands raw from clawing out.
I hear their strutting steps
And I cease my useless shout.
The cry of worn locks ring
And I pray it is not I
Who’s dragged from their covert,
Who is pleading not to die.
His scream of fear erupts
As their hands grab for his waist
Pulling him from safety
And into their embrace.
My heart pounds in my chest,
And I grieve for my lost friend,
Who will journey though hell
Before the beasts make it end.
I curl against the cage,
The room is full of voices
Demanding why on earth
We will suffer for their choices.
I ponder on the cause
That these monsters feel it’s fit
To justify the torturous
Murders that they inflict.
Soon it will be my turn
To face their blood-dyed hands,
To face their wanton cruelty,
To face remorseless man.
Another Message to You, Rebecca B Year 11
I’m sending this message to You,
Enclosing thawing stubborn words and phrases
that have stumbled at the final hurdle
in the raw test of time.
Each glowing sentence illuminates
from the postponed void of my mind
“I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way.”
The stabbing admittance of my faults
bears an unfamiliar sense of guilt,
testing a dissolving connection
across a path frozen over for too long.
Perfectly punctuating each flowing phrase.
I am in control.
“Can’t we just be civil.”
An awareness of the one-way train ticket I blindly volunteered for,
forever left to chill in that isolated carriage.
We’re both waiting for it,
so hastily overused in its fragile nature –
we both know that I’m subject to that crime.
But it’s different this time,
surely You must know that.
intertwined with the aged vines of sincerity,
the growth of stagnant time,
it presents itself,
a vulnerable yet resolute beacon:
I’ve been sending these messages to You
in bitter repentance
searching for a glimmering slither of peace
denied to me for so long,
before even You.
Withering each day
growing in maturity,
I shall continue to stand in the path of time
with my roots of truth and honesty
I shall continue to wait
So that when You receive this message,
You might somehow realise
that some people are still learning.
And forgiveness is a key
that You alone hold,
which opens a door,
freeing me from the cold.
All apologies, Tegan H Year 8
Sorry about being angry yesterday or the week before,
Sorry about my sarcasm, I forget that words can be sore,
Sorry about my boastfulness and letting my competitive side shine through,
Sorry when I get touchy or envious of you.
Sorry when I get into arguments over the tiniest of things,
Sorry not knowing when something stops or when it begins,
The truth is I know I can’t be the perfect friend or child,
Sometimes I can get too controlling because I want to let my creativity run wild.
And here I am being grateful which is not a common thing I do,
But at the end, even after my imperfections, I am always forgiven by you.
Messages of the day, by Lirit D Year 7
Is it better to send a letter or to phone
To leave a message to a loved one
Or to meet up with a good friend?
Did it mean more to take the time
To write a note and post it?
Would you rather press a few buttons
Then press send?
However, we live in a new age now
Where most would argue it is better
To keep in touch
With friends and family
For now we can hit a few buttons and hit send
Twitter, facebook, email and phone
All messages of love and hope
A quick hello
A long chat
Does it really matter how we say
We are thinking of you today?