We are the Year 6
Grouville Poetry Group
We have written all the poems ourselves
so we hope you like them.
What is Poetry?
Poems are cool
And poetry rules.
Poems can be dreams
Or cover different themes
Poems can be long
Poems can be short
Poems can be sold
Even when they’re old
Poems can be spicy
Poems can be hot
Poetry is powerful
Poetry has punch.
Poems have expressions
Poems can be depressing.
Poems are awesome, poems are great
Poems are mental and never out of date.
Poems are emotions
Poems are fine
Poems can rhyme
Poems have time.
Poems can start
But poems never end
Our Poetry Club members…
Pharrell is awesome
Joseph is great
Robin is running
Liam is a mate
William is Number 1
Ayden is fine
Bethany has shone
And Abigail shines
Jack is new and great
Cayden is always late
And our newest member is Jake
of our Poetry Club team
Dragons
Dragons, dragons,
wonderful things.
They tickle your tummy,
Their tails go ping.
I love dragons,
dragons are cool.
You can put them in lava,
But not in a pool.
Dragons breath fire
their greatest desire
They eat and they eat
and they start growing higher
I have a question for you
That I thought on the loo,
Do you like dragons?
Do you like them too?
Phoenixes
Volcanoes erupting from every glistening feather,
Swishing their flickering, flaming tail,
Soaring through the night sky – Phoenixes.
Glistening crimson spines
Forming stormy clouds around it
Immortality engulfing the admirable creature,
Blistering breezes arriving from the wings
With riots of colour.
Height and length affecting the glamour,
Just so strong it’s like a tractor,
Pulling a cart,
Energy blazing from every gleaming toe.
But old age consuming their shimmering body,
Ashes eventually whispering in ears,
But the Phoenix evolves
From the end to the beginning.
Cats
Fur flies from fluffy bodies
Purrs perfectly through the night
Snores or silently sleeps
Loves to play as kittens
Bend their back when in a fright
Ready to pounce at the door.
That is what a cat is like
And if you look carefully
You will probably see it at night.
World War 2
We hide afraid of the Germans
On the last line of life
Rations limited as we starve
Last light shines down
Devastated we slowly die
We stay strong
As our world is at war
Resisting temptation to fight
Today we fight
World War Two is ending
On our way to victory.
The Bombing
First the planes, the sound racing
in and out of my ears.
My friend heard an almost silent whistle,
it froze him on the spot. Boom.
He pressed his hand over his eyes to
block out the pain,
The blistering wound
Made him
Crumple into a heap.
He withered on the floor clutching his stomach.
His eyes rolled in their sockets,
Sweat streaming from his brows.
He was dead.
It was as if the heavens
Were being torn apart
By the booming crack
of German Bombs.
A bomb boomed through a house
blowing it to its core
And exploding through the streets like fireworks.
The bombing had passed
but left a corrupted destruction
Of screaming and shouting.
Ice Cream Day
Ice cream day
Ice cream day
Is the very best day
Ice cream day
Ice cream day
Is the very best day
Ice cream, ice cream
Is always the best
Ice cream, ice cream
Could never be beat
Chorus…
Now its time to stop
And ice cream has been beat
We shall remember the song
and sing it again
Chorus…
But I know what you’re thinking
What has it been beat by
Nothing, we were only joking.
Now let’s have some to eat.
Chorus (twice)…
Family Love
A family’s many people
Who love one another
I have two sisters, a dad and a mum
Who love each other
I love them a lot
And they love me back
And a family grows
Like a great stone stack.
So listen to me when I say
Love your family lots every day.
Mixed Emotions
Filled with laughter, filled with glee,
Feeling joy inside of me,
I feel happy can’t you see,
I have mixed emotions stacked in me.
Feeling strange and mysterious within,
Consumed with jealousy watching
someone else grin.
Sneakily hanging from a scale of 5,
I want to be noticed to feel alive.
Storming, thundering, raging with anger,
Broken promises, this destroyed,
Feels like you’ve been stabbed by a dagger.
Warm and cosy it’s hard to avoid.
Boiling, scorching, tense inside,
Trust is an emotion that’s loving and cares,
It’s just like cuddling two teddy bears.
Lions roaring it is now my guide.
Painful tears, distraughtness too,
Sadness drooping right through you.
Menacing distress streaming
through your mind,
Darkness in your reach to find.
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Happy, sad, anger, trust,
These emotions will never rust.
But rising up proud and tall,
LOVE, the most important of all.
Cycling
Open the cupboard, get the gear
Jersey, shorts and gloves go on
Helmet fastened to keep me safe
Into the garage where my bike awaits
Off we go on the road
Where’s the field? I want to play
Over the bumps and through some mud
Slipping, sliding all over the place
We hit the hill and start to climb
Change down gears and push really hard
We reach the top and get ready to race
Who will reach the bottom first?
Change up gears and pedal hard
Down we go wind whistling past
Reaching the bottom I am first
Hit the brakes and skid in the mud
Don’t come off, the worst will happen
The bike and I will need a wash!
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Success isn’t Given
Success isn’t given,
especially in sport,
on the field or in the pool
in every single sport.
When you work then you will succeed,
sweat and bleed the occasional tear
but once you succeed you shall not fear.
Running with Fear!
Today I will run as far as I can
And I will not stop until I am done.
I will run from my fears and run from the pain.
I will run today and no one will know that I am running away
To an old fashioned bay.
When I run today I will not think,
My mind and my thoughts will my legs overtake.
My muscles will pump and the blood will flow,
My joints will ache and my body will drain.
But through all of this I will keep running,
Because when I run, to the road I’ve submit.
My mind will be gone in its own quiet place,
And no noise will I hear nor smile will I fake.
Today I will run as strong as I can
and today I will run with no finish line.
Thank you for listening,
We hope you’ve had fun.
Poetry is awesome
But now it’s all done.