RIDDLE POEMS

GROUP POEMS

LURVE POEMS

GRIEF POEMS

GROUP ONE PERFORMANCE

1) WHAT AM I?
I am a;
Wind waltzer
Pencil producer
I wear a leaf top hat
Trunk thong,
And absolutely nothing else
I said;
‘bark off, you’re a sap’.
I live at
Barkleaves Bank, Cirencedar,
Branchester, Nr New Cork
Conifornia, Greenland
I like sticking around in the yard rook café
Watch the sapsons and only firs and horses
Met this great bird,
And we smoked some ash
And she pecked me on the cheek….
It was lurve
I am a
Seed succourer,
Conifer carpenter
What am I?
Year 8 group poem

10) WHAT AM I ?
I am a brain expander
That opens and closes,
Well
It depends on you of course.
I wear a dusty duster
And I play spine the bottle.
I live at Chapter Road, Shelfield
And I am the Page Master.
What am I?
By Reanne Umali

11) WHAT AM I ?
I am the reflection collection
And I wear a shiny coat of armour
With a plastic hood.
When I’m drowsy I’m really shattered
And I lash out at my mates.
I live in Wallinton and can fall to the ground.
I like to mimic and I am the man of many faces.
What am I?
By Robert Wasley

12) WHAT AM I ?
I wear a black cloak with a grand white lining,
Footstool slippers and a caterpillar
Black and white belt.
When my fingers are pressed
I say all the letters I know.
I live in a flat landscape with a sharply outlined sky.
I listen to music all day long and I take notes.
I like to do d.i.y. – a bit of hammering.
My fingers open doors.
What am I?
By Sacha Fullerton

13) WHAT AM I ?
Star-bruiser, earth seeker.
Although I am light-dead.
I wear a shimmering gown
And spread towards oblivion
You can’t catch me.
Sky-faller, wish-granter.
What am I ?
By Caroline Rush

14) WHAT AM I ?
I am a;
Message typing, finger banger
I wear a;
Q.w.e.r.k.y. cap and a punctuated glove with
Sequins and full stops.
I say;
Star *, hash #, exclamation mark !, slash /off!
You’re typing me crazy!!!
I live at:
Your home but I’m always at work at
01 Cable Close,
Alphabet Estate,
Keysington,
London.
I like;
Kfc (as it’s finger-licking good) as well as listening to computer-head my favourite full stop band!
I also secretly love watching Commanation Street!
I am a;
Fingerprint stealing, button holder!
What am I?
By Sam Faraday

Group Poem
Lurve!
Eyes met like cars in a crash -
Words flew like shattered glass.
Numbers exchanged like insurance
(against rejection).
Her stomach was a dodgy, unpredictable piston.
He was sweating so much, he needed engine coolant
The cinema was as dark as a foggy night
With low visibility.
At the very back
They sank into velvet bucket seats
Ready for a bumpy ride.
He did a pretend yawn,
His arms indicating his intention
As he made the right turn
Heads tilted together round the fast bend!
Sparks plugs ignited
As lips collided
And tongues broke the speed limit
This was luuurrrvvvve,
But then his hands tried
To go off road.
She slapped him silly,
Burst his bubble
And he was
Let down like a tyre.
He was scrapmetal.

GROUP POEMS

He hoped he had tapped the write keys
And saved himself another hard drive,
But it was too long.
The files were lost
So he really wasn’t the real computer king!

HOT FOOD
He’s waiting for her to arrive
Wondering what’s on the menu.
At last she turns up, looking tasty
His eyes pop like champagne corks.
He’s bubbling on the inside
She gives him a starter……..
Later on they’re both full up.
They’ve dined on each others’ lips
As she waves goodbye
He hopes there’ll be a second course
‘cause she was the dish of the day.
By Joe Ryan

LURVE POEM
Their feet dangled in the water.
Their eyes met, like a moth to a flame.
Their hands tilted, their lips entwined.
Sparking feelings filled the water as the
Sweat formed puddles.
Their lips dry out, their eyes open.
They swim in the pool of love and we are a couple.
By Charlie Swinnerton

POISON IVY – OR VIRGINIA CREEPER
He was a giant sunflower among his weedy mates
His arm lupined around her shoulder
And their tulips joined
She plotted their fuchsia, with bridal veil
And canterbury bells
Well, he needed ties and strong support.
By Henrietta Butler

As he saw her sit in her seat,
Falling into place like a fielding site,
Nervous as a tailender facing the best bowler.They made eye contact,
Like the bowler and the batsmen.
He threw everything at her
But she hit him away for a six
On his own out of the ground.
By Gareth Howells

Gotta make this count,
Gotta make it right.
Didn’t mean to hurt you,
Wish we didn’t fight.
Better slow down before we collide.
Better put the brakes on before we end up
Like shattered glass.
By William Browne

Dancing
The silver light of the moon deflecting.
Danced in her eyes reflecting.
Their piercing cats eyes leaped at each other.
Their tails curled around one another.
His lips pounced at hers.
By Bernie Maguire

RUGBY
Rugby is the lurve it has its tos and fros
You score a try in rugby.
In life you try to score with luv.
Rugby is the lurve.
You love to play with a few dustups on the way.
But even if we don’t win the game we will always try again.
By Kelly Twomey

Our paths met in a tranquil valley.
For a while you led and I followed
But the path became steep and difficult.
The sharp stones of your words cut into my soul
After the storm on the mountain
I no longer followed,
But walked alone.
By Caroline Rush

The Enemy?
Dropped behind enemy lines
God that girl she blows my mind.
Only got one shot -
Gotta make it right
Might have to abort mission –
End the game.
Try tomorrow –
Won’t be the same.
By William Browne

DANCE
He walked up to her like a cheetah to its prey.
He asked her “can you show me a step?”
She showed him like water running down a stream.
Their eyes made contact like a pen to paper.
She walked away like an animal to a drinking river.
She turned round and looked at him
Like she was a metal attracting to plastic.

She was a dancer in the jungle.
By Sian Hopson

GRIEF POEMS

SILENCE
My heart pecked out.
My eggs splattered on the floor.
My life is like the blackness of my feathers.
Swarms of humans gathered around
My home wrecked.
The silence of a deserted island.
By Bernie Maguire

TEARS
My tears bounced
My tears sprinted off my face
And hurled to the floor.
My heart is forever blacked out
A bunch of words -
A track of silence.
By Sophie Dangerfield

MY TEARS DIVE
My tears dive into a puddle of pain
Swim past down my cheeks
A cheek stroke of sorrow.
My heart is shattered glass.
My heart is an empty graveyard.
By Charlie Swinnerton

GROUP ONE PERFORMANCE

This year Group One worked on a sequence of individual and group poems with Andrew. Andrew’s latest book, a verse novel “Crash” was published in August. He had been inspired to write it by the now sadly common appearance of road-side shrines at the scene of fatal road accidents, including one that happened near his own home in Shropshire. As a group we shared ideas on how the St Peter’s version would tell this story.
Dave and Jasmine are Sixth Formers. Dave is very sporty while Jasmine is a talented artist. They have just become a couple and both are very happy in their relationship. Dave is driving Jasmine home after a party. She is slightly drunk but he is not. On their way home they meet a tractor on the road. Dave tries to overtake the tractor but a lorry is coming fast in the opposite direction. Dave swerves to avoid the lorry but crashes into a tree. The lorry driver does not stop. Both the tractor driver and Dave escape relatively unhurt but Jasmine is killed.
The sequence of individual and group poems that follows tells their story from their viewpoint and those of their family and friends.

Group Poem
Manchesthair United versus Totty Hotspur.
We fit together like ball to glove.
This is the save of the season.
We met in the changing rooms.
He was a stud.
It was kick snog
Tongues dribbling
For goal,
But she gave him the red card
Life’s a pitch.
Dave,
Having an affair with football,
Still has time for Jasmine,
Voice is soft as fur.
When she sings, grass does a mexican wave,
And goalposts bow down.
It is dusk,
Musky sky,
Summer mist rising with the moon
In the mini, squeezed like beans in a can
The roads are twisty curly wurlys
She wants to eat him up.
Grrrrrrrrr!
This is the tractor
Slow as breath
Round the corner
There lies death
Pass him quickly
In a flash
Sudden was the lorry
And the mix mis mash
No time for worry
No time for fear
No time for games
The reaper’s here
Slash with his scythe
Jasmine in a sheaf
Dave cries out
In disbelief

JASMINE
I now am a white ghost, literally
Rising like the sun.
Katherine Millak

DAVE
My heart is shattered glass -
A shaken can of words.
A film of silence.
My tears dive down my face.
Doing a cheek stroke,
Forming an ocean of guilt
I’m in my own nightmare.
Scarred for life.
Murderer engraved in my heart
Never felt so much pain.
Charlie Swinnerton

PARENTS
The telephone howled.
It was the Police.
Yelping about a car crash.
I stood like Tom Long’s stone.
Petrified.
Henrietta Butler

My tears erupt,
Burning my cheekbones
Flowing a magma down my stony face.
The pressure inside me
Building up -
Soon to rip my heart in two.
To bring my life crashing down.
My daughter swept away from me -
Out of reach.
Leaving the dark choking ash of grief.
Josh Smith

My little girl, still sweet as a flower.
My little princess, I watch her mother cower.
She can’t see her special little darling.
I can’t believe she’s gone
I knew the car should have been a reliable Harley.
She’s gone and it hurts so bad,
But the tears of my angel were always glad
Sweet as honey,
Always buzzing like a bee
You don’t know how much she meant to me.
Katherine Millak

THE TRACTOR DRIVER
I am crawling slow as a flat tyre
On the road.
I look in my mirror, there is a blue mini.
Then bang, there is no mini.
No it’s gone, it’s all my fault.
Grieved and stale tears drive down my face.
Kelly Twomey

GUILT
Just keep driving, don’t look back
Nothing happened I’m sure of it!
But wait, what if?
My heart’s pumping like there’s a party in there
But then it’s a black stone, a dark shadow
A queue of questions.
I weep for her my tears flowing like rivers
From dead eyes.
This death is a game
Ended in an instant.
William Browne

BABY SISTER
My sister has gone!
My tears are tap dancing down my face.
My heart is a shattered glass
She is not here no more.
My favourite sister is not here to play.
Johanna Tarantino

GRIEF
The phone rang with a sound like a hollow box.
Things high-jumping around in my head.
The news was out now.
Oh why did it have to happen to her?
The tears scrummed down my face
Trying to win the game.
My life was at a standstill
I’ve never known the pain.
From that day on
It was a film of silence in the world.
My heart was engraved
Like the gravestone of my long lost friend.
Anna Newman

TREE
Luscious brown body
Strong as stone.
Then we met
Metal and bark.I am crippled, bent over
Like an old woman
Crying a mass of leaves.
Georgia Banks

Was it the slippery road?
Was it the mist?
Was the lorry driver going too fast?
Was the tractor veering too wide?
Questions, questions, questions. . . . . .