Poetry Week
Poetry week , National Poetry Day assembly and KS3 Poetry competition:
Introduction:
- To celebrate National Poetry Day this year, Delamere students learned through poetry in all of their English lessons and read poems in all subjects in place of usual starter tasks.
- In assembly on Thursday, we had a poetry bonanza: Some students read poems they chose, the history of poetry was presented by the Year 11 prefects, staff read subject related poetry and a group of Year 8 English students read some poetry they had written to challenge ideas about vulnerable groups of people in our community (see some below).
- Miss Doubtfire run a Years 7,8 and 9 poetry competition.
I represent for the bullied
Shaking, as they push me like I’m trash
“Just let me go!” I scream, I plead
Hitting the ground with a big, loud crash
No one knows anything about me,
Yet they have the need to judge me
I come home everyday,
Covered in bruises, scars and wounds
My mum knows nothing
Nobody treats me like they should,
With love and care
Instead of verbal, mental and physical abuse
In my room I stare,
At the messages on my phone lying over there
Slashing my wrist in one quick motion
And now I’m still, with no emotion
By Jasraj Manak 8ZBL
My Verse by Joshua Gregory.
I represent for the young mums,
The ones that got raped,
They’re still young,
They have four kids that’s not fun,
They’re still in education,
They’re still young,
The police turn up at their door,
Take the kids and she’s left without her sons,
She’s too young.
I represent for the young mums
Small, premature babies in their tums
No one helps them
No one understands
Young mums in a group of gangs
Everyday her name is…
No one stops to help her
They just stand and tut
When they were born the dad ran away
Even though he said he was going to stay
Mum is left to cry
Her social life about to die
Works all night for money
But doesn’t fail to always call her kids ‘honey’
With no cash she always wanted to dash
They only get a one meal a week
Maybe two at a peak
Lost the key to happiness
Society has something to confess…
By Hannah Ely 8ZBL☺
My verse – by Izzy Smith
I represent for the teenage girls
Missing all three meals
Buying their bags and their pearls
Going out, wearing six inch heels
Inside they`re crying and they`re hurting
On their own cause their mum and dad are working
All they’ve ever known is flirting
Knowing deep inside that they’ve really been let down
In the alleys where there lerking
A voice in their head, a recurring sound
Knowing what its about but not knowing that they want out
