Poems

The Sea

0 September 7, 2020
by Lyra Zborowski aged 10

I love the sea,
It sounds so nice,
On the sunniest days it is beautiful and blue,
The salty breeze blows over me,
I am happy to be there.

I love the sea,
Yet on a rainy day,
It really isn’t as pleasant as usual,
As you wouldn’t tend to paddle or swim,
On a rainy day.

But in the night,
The sea is just BLACK,
If you tried to paint it, it would look careless,
As all you would have to do
was swipe your canvas with black.
It doesn’t look as nice,
As the glittering blue it usually is.

As I look out of the window of our holiday house,
I see it.
It’s so beautiful.

The Beast

0 September 7, 2020
by Grace Cousins

He creeps around when we’re all alone
Especially when we are home alone.
He makes us jump
He has a hump
He has nothing to lend
To prove he’s a friend.
He hides under the bed
And has three heads
He makes a din
Watch out for him.

 

Imagination Land

0 September 7, 2020
by Poppy Cousins aged 8

When I close my eyes I can see
a land full of unicorns staring back at me.
Soaring through the air like they just don’t care.
These magical beasts give us such a treat,
granting wishes to the lucky fishes.
We all hope one day
a unicorn will come to stay.
My imagination land is anything but a plan.
It is real.

Bubbles

0 September 7, 2020
by Sebastien aged 10

bubbles, bubbles
in the air
bubbles, bubbles
everywhere
you can have them in a drink
you can have them in a bath
bubbles, bubbles
they make you laugh

My Holiday

0 September 2, 2020
by Ruby Earp aged 10

I went on holiday,
and i’m certain that it was better than okay,
The sun was shining,
and I was dressed up in bling,

The sand was nice and soft against my feet,
and the food was presented nice and neat,
The water was as clear as ever,
and was just as good as the weather,

The night show was very entertaining,
and in the karaoke some people shared their passion to sing,
My room was ten times bigger than a tent,
Do you know where I went?.

The Shape on the Beach

0 September 2, 2020
by Cameron Gibson McIver

This poem is a Diptych to The Eyes of Insanity
by Joseph Benoit Hubbard

I go to the beach, on a beautiful day,
I’d be there all noon, to have fun and play.
But halfway through play, my curiosity peaks,
And I wander around, to squish thing with my feet.

First the sand, grainy and white,
I stuck in my feet, and squished with all my might.
Sandhoppers popped out,
And gave me a fright.

Next was the seaweed, wet and green,
I slipped while squishing, and bruised my spleen.
A crab submerged, scurried around,
And fled back to his sea-plant home, where he was found.

After the slip, I was wary,
To squish the soft sand patch, of which there were many.
I lowered my foot in, prepared for the worst,
It sunk two feet in, making sand bubbles burst.

All of a sudden, I saw a shape,
Laying on the shore, it made my vision sway.
I cried out for help, but no sound escaped,
For the shape on the beach, had sealed my fate.

Hiatus

1 September 1, 2020
by Iona Mandal aged 14

Winner

We told each other,
a month’s passing
would do no harm.

That the flipping
of each calendar page
would equate to no distance.

Rifted by the gap between
double blue ticks and green bubbles,
the lies of a glowing screen.

We are a car
With increasing mileage,
yet dwindling speed.

Time without momentum.
a grandfather clock,
a pendulum, never ceasing to sway.

Crease-less bed-sheets,
yet a stale stench,
of underused affection.

The ‘Welcome’ mat
left untouched,
to its soggy aftermath.

It is coincidental how,
two metres is the same
as six feet.

The distance
our hearts
lie sunken beneath.

Paintings

2 September 1, 2020
by Lyra Zborowski aged 10

I see the view,
I was down there on the ground,
Now I’m on the peak of the mountain.

I can see the trees,
Whispering away mysteriously.
The water trickles next to me.

How beautiful this all is,
Almost like a painting,
Each detail took so much time and care.

The Eyes of Insanity

2 September 1, 2020
by Joseph Benoit Hubbard

I went down to the beach one day,
Then my vision swayed,
On the beach i saw a shape,
That sealed my fate.
I ran away.

The next day I went down to the place I fled,
The shape now glowing red,
I went down to touch it,
Then the flood hit,
And washed my mind away.

I saw the sea swallow up my blood,
As the flood grew stronger,
I started to see.

Out of the sea,
I saw thousands of eyes
That glowed like crimson fire,
The waves turned wild.
Out of the sea the crimson spheres grew closer,
As my eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.

I woke up on this day,
For my vision swayed,
my arms were bound,
The walls were cushioned around,
I saw the eyes and then i cried,
as they took me away.

Good Poem

1 August 31, 2020
by Aarav Rohatgi aged 9

The low lands call
I am tempted to answer…