Prize winning poems from Moat Farm, Sandwell

I have been privileged to work with the fantastic pupils at Moat Farm Junior School. As part of National Poetry Day, they held a competition, and each year group selected a winning poem. Their wonderful teacher Gemma got in touch, and asked if I would display these winning poems on my blog. Of course I was absolutely delighted to do so. I hope you love these poems as much as I do!

When I Grow Up, by Year 3 Yellow Class

Mommy always asks me

What do you want to be?

When I grow up

I want to be an astronaut

To travel to the stars

Or maybe even Mars!

When I grow up 

I want to be a mechanic

To fix planes and trains 

But never get in a panic

When I grow up

I want to be a teacher 

Teach English and Maths

So kids can count their cash!

Mommy always asks me

What do you want to be?

Mommy, Mommy, I just want to be ME!

Poem by Year 4 Red Class

Every week we follow

Mr Bowen’s rules 

We even conquered Moat Farm

The best of all the schools 

The Red 4 kids from Oldbury

We listen near and far

You can hear us learning

All the way from your car…

Allez, allez, allez…[etc!]

Sensational Splashers by Year 5 Red Class

Book Travellers by Year 6 Yellow Class

The Best Subject in the World by Year 6 Red Class

amazing poems from Berkhamsted Prep School

 I recently had the pleasure of running poetry workshops with the lovely students at Berkhamsted Prep School. I would like to share some examples of their incredible work; I hope you enjoy the poems as much as I did! 

THE SNAKE OF GUILT by Ellie Yr 6

When I met the snake of guilt

his eyes flashed red before me. 

I must not tell him what I have done

or punishment will follow. 

He slithers slyly under my skin

waiting for me to slip up. 

When I get close

his venomous breath chokes me. 

I must not tell him what I will do 

or pain and anguish will follow.

 

When I met the snake of guilt

his eyes flashed red before me.

I looked him in the eye 

and told him what I did. 

The great snake

became a mouse 

and scuttled off into the bushes. 

THE PUPPY OF JOY by Lauren Yr 6

The puppy of joy,

jumping around in the meadow. 

You can stroke her beautiful black curls. 

You can stare in wonder

as she dances in the long grass. 

You can listen to her bark,

calling out for you. 

The puppy of joy,

curled at the end of your bed. 

You can cuddle her and hug her. 

You can let her lick your hands

while you sleep. 

You can lie down next to her

and doze side by side. 

You can look into her eyes

and see the sweet soul

of the puppy of joy. 

ANXIOUSNESS by Daisy Yr 3

Anxiousness is a darkness that covers all hope

Anxiousness is like eating Antarctic ice

Anxiousness is being showered in your mistakes

Anxiousness is talking to your friends in a language you don’t know 

Anxiousness is walking down the corridor thinking about how bad life is 

Anxiousness is something that will haunt you forever

[NB I suggested that the poet change ‘anxiousness’ to ‘anxiety’, but she didn’t want to!]

a poem for Tim Martin and Wetherspoons

I’d have a drink or several 

as I sit atop a crane,

I’d stand alone with glass in hand

out in the pissing rain,

I’d sip on some tequila

as I dance to dodgy tunes,

but I’d never, no I’d never,

no I’d never drink in Spoons. 

I’d gulp a can of cider

with a beggar in a skip,

I’d have some rum with pirates

in the crow’s nest of their ship,

I’d quaff some Jagermeister 

with a gang of raving loons,

but I’d never, no I’d never, 

no I’d never drink in Spoons.

I’d have a dram in prison

with a robber and a thief,

I’d wallow in a cesspit

with a nice aperitif, 

I’d share a Bloody Mary 

with a pair of crazed baboons,

but I’d never, no I’d never,

no I’d never drink in Spoons.

With alcoholic drinks 

there’s isn’t much I wouldn’t do,

I’d bathe in degradation 

for a simple pint or two

but I’d rather get my knackers chewed

by furious raccoons

just so long as I would never

have to have a drink in Spoons!

Grade-A Pillock, Above