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| Your School's Name: st john's college school | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Anthony Fray |
| Poet's Name (if not yourself) Wes Magee | |
| Any comments about why you wrote it? It made me sad |
Your Poem:
Song of the City
My brain is stiff with concrete
My limbs are rods of steel
My belly's stuffed with money
My soul was bought in a deal.
They poured metal through my arteries
They choked my lungs with lead
They churned my blood to plastic
They put murder into my head.
I'd a face like a map of the weather
Flesh that grew to the bone
But they tore the story out of my eyes
And they turned my heart to stone.
| Your School's Name: St Johns Collage School, Cambridge | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Tim Beeson-Jones |
| Poet's Name (if not yourself) Edward Thims | |
| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
Snow
In the gloom of whiteness,
In the great silence of snow,
A child was sighing,
And bitterly saying: Oh,
They have killed a white bird up there in its nest.
The down is fluttering from her breast!
And still it fell though that dusky brightness
On the child crying for the bird of the snow.
| Your School's Name: st. johns |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Your Name: Hannah Bint |
| Poet's Name (if not yourself) Hannah bint |
| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
conker- brown- chocolate- food- lunch- middle of the day- after noon- bed time- school again- work- lessons- competition - conker
| Your School's Name: St Johns |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Your Name: Susannah Chandler |
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| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
the magic box
the sparrows and the blue tits outside my bedroom window quivering their wings a twirling horn of a unicorns head sparkling and glittering on the sunny morning the gentle smell of my mums pink rose cream iwill put in my box the sight of the city lights gleaming in the night the sunset that you see from an aeroplane window the silk of my scarf clutching my neck
| Your School's Name: St.john's | MY URL: Visit Me |
| My Email: Email Me | Your Name: Ben Walter |
| Poet's Name (if not yourself) BenWalter | |
| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
The magic Box
I will put in the box
the crash of a masive waves on the sea shore
the pungent smell of petrol from the service station
the growl of a crazy wolf in the heart of the forest
I will put in the box
the howl of a winter night
the sway of a branch from an old tree
the sound of a hamster performing in its wheel
| Your School's Name: S.T. Johns Collage school |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Your Name: Louie Freeman -Bassett |
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| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
The Magic Box
I will put in the box
the beating feel of the sun
the warm sense of fire on a cold night
the cuddly feel of my hamster
I will put in the box
the friendly feel of snow on a summers day
the tree with emerald leaves
the shining slug in the zoo
my box is fationed from the centre of a ruby
with vicious flames on the lid
| Your School's Name: St Johns collage school |
| MY URL: Visit Me |
| Your Name: Harriet Cookson |
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| Any comments about why you wrote it? |
Your Poem:
THE MAGIC BOX
I will put in the box
the silvery moon rising making the whole world luminous
the tip of a finger running over the sand
I will put in the box
the second snowdrop on Christmas day
the echo of Niagra Falls in the early morning sun
the fragrance of apple pie cooking in the oven
