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Poetry Workshops

October 5, 2010

On Monday we were visited by the poet, Coral Rumble. She read us some of her poems in assembly and then ran writing workshops with Years 6 and 7.

After the workshops we carried on our poetry writing in our English lessons. Below are some examples of our poems.

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  1. Jack permalink
    October 5, 2010 12:53 pm

    A City Night

    Rain smacks tarmac
    As angry as fire
    Thick, heavy, fat drops slide away to their
    Death in the rotten sewers.
    Cars like rhinos charge down icy
    roads like African Plains.
    Head lights flash past
    Going at huge speeds.
    Lamp posts tower cars like bullies
    over a puny innocent victim.
    Rear lights fade into misty, rain covered distances
    Into a dead, cold city night.

  2. Ellie permalink
    October 5, 2010 12:55 pm


    A big loud beat
    Lightening cracks in the sky
    Scares the people tucked up in bed

    Wind blows
    It sweeps the ground
    Leaves swirl around the path
    Making very small tornados

    Sun shines
    Ice creams melting
    Everyone in their shorts
    Nice long rides in the countryside

    Rain falls
    Sprinkles the ground
    Umbrellas everywhere
    People snug up next to a warm fire

  3. India permalink
    October 5, 2010 12:58 pm

    Grass sways
    Water trickles
    Bird song echoes through trees
    Daffodils stand to attention

    Rays burst
    A ring of sun
    Smother the hills in warmth
    A golden glittery day dream

    Leaves fall
    Light as feathers
    Sunlight streams through the cracks
    Conceal the ground in a blanket

    Ice ponds
    Dancing snow flakes
    Laughter in the distance
    A crystal atmosphere spreads

    • Catherine permalink
      October 7, 2010 8:33 pm

      Hey Indy!!! Love this poem!

  4. Isobel permalink
    October 5, 2010 12:59 pm

    The Harvest is Here

    Dig, dig, dig all day long
    Coming from the farmyard.
    Carrots and beans meet their doom
    The Harvest is here.

    Working hard like donkeys
    The farmers stop for the night.
    And the vegetables brace themselves
    For the morning light.

    “Goodbye” say the carrots,
    Ready for the war.
    And looking like Noble Soldiers
    They marched from the door.

    “Get up!” cried the farmer,
    “We have work to do!”
    And they all got their spades,
    To dig up their food.

    The air raid siren started again,
    Inside the Veggies’ home.
    And frantically they ran
    Into the Anderson dome.

    The farmers worked like slaves,
    The spades damp with rain.
    And sweating like a dog
    They started work again.

    Dig, dig, dig all day long
    Coming from the farmyard.
    Carrots and beans meet their doom
    The Harvest is here.

    • Mrs Warner permalink
      October 11, 2010 11:45 am

      Poor veggies!!


  5. Zinnia permalink
    October 5, 2010 1:00 pm

    Drip, drip, drip

    Relaxation filled the air,
    All that was heard was drip, drip, drip
    From the sparkling waterfall flowing smoothly
    Into the secret pond.

    Pebbles filled the ground around
    The secret pond,
    As the water trickled in
    Ripples disturbed the water dancing in the sun.

    The breeze teased the swaying trees
    But the wind was gentle,
    The birds sang as the sun rose
    Like they were performing to the world.

    Weeds and plants surrounded
    The secret pond,
    Water boatmen were like fairies
    But instead of flying they swam.

    Many trees were leaning over
    The secret pond
    Making sure it was hidden

  6. Anna permalink
    October 5, 2010 1:01 pm

    Midnight’s stroll

    The snow glistens,
    The wind blows,
    The sun slowly drowns in the sea,
    The stars twinkle,
    The moon shines like a bright light,
    The waves crash onto the beach,
    Midnight’s stroll.

    The sand is stone still,
    Like dust,
    The trees long fingers reach to touch him,
    The wind whispers to him,
    Midnight’s stroll.

    The black and white world calls to him,
    Jack Frost beckons to him,
    The moon shines at him,
    Every thing is still,
    Midnight’s stroll.

    The red brick houses stare at him,
    The grey lake reflects him,
    Midnight’s stroll.

  7. Arabella permalink
    October 5, 2010 1:02 pm

    My Beach

    The waves crashed harshly against rocks
    Letting out all the anger they had.
    A bear beach, sand, sea and the dark blue sky.
    Nothing else.
    All animals had gone into hibernation for the long cold winter that was coming at us fast.

    The fierce wind rushed passed face
    Looking for a friend to play with.
    As I breathed in the strange smell of wrinkly
    Green seaweed and felt the sea softly tickle my
    Feet, the urge to just sit there and watch the
    Whole crystal clear atmosphere for hours on end
    Was clear in my mind.

    The sun was gently rising
    And the tide was nearly at the end of the beach,
    My time with the beach was up
    Summer would be arriving soon.

  8. Izzy permalink
    October 5, 2010 1:02 pm


    Spring’s Here
    Winter is gone
    Trees begin to blossom
    Flower petals dance once again

    Drip Drop
    Dripping from the windows above
    Sun shines through the curtains

    Come back outside
    And enjoy the freedom
    Sun still shines on them towards night
    Eyes glow

  9. Catherine permalink
    October 5, 2010 1:03 pm

    The Sea

    Boats crash
    The light goes out
    The rain is scattering the fish
    Rocks lie in wait for prey
    Death stays

    Its still
    No need for light
    The white is strong and hard
    But underneath, life still survives
    Breath stays

    The sun
    Decides to come
    Out, not making much change
    For the ones below the blue land
    Waves roll

    The sun alone
    The sea at its fullest
    Humans enjoy it as well, the
    Sea’s soul.

  10. October 5, 2010 2:07 pm

    Well done to all from our school in Dublin: publishing your poems on a blog like this is a really good idea. We’ve done it for a few years; publication encourages everyone. Keep up the good work.

  11. Rebecca Ferguson permalink
    October 5, 2010 8:21 pm

    I enjoyed reading your poems. Catherine’s made me think of a poem by Tennyson that is also about the sea. One of its verses reads:
    Break, break, break,
    On thy cold gray stones, O Sea!
    And I would that my tongue could utter
    The thoughts that arise in me.

  12. robynevansSSAT permalink
    October 7, 2010 4:35 pm

    What great poems! My personal favourite is Isobel’s, but they are all very accomplished.

    This is a wonderful way to celebrate National Poetry Day.

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