Most people think that writing poetry is hard. After two sessions with Shane Solanki we were all corrected.
Shane started out by reading some of his work. This was really amazing. The poems varied from Zee Nab dancing down the street to a boy who discovered him true identity through poetry. After hearing some of the poems we started to write our own. At first the room seemed to be choc a bloc full of cliches and uninteresting nonsense but then, we started to really think about what kind of metaphors we could use. People’s identities started to be put into words and brilliant poems were made.
Writing the poems not only taught us how to be great poets but it also taught us about each other. It was great to find out that all of our peers and classmates were from everywhere in the world from India to Kenya and then down to Mauritius! It was a great way to spend time and I think that Shane inspired us all to ‘get in touch with our poetic sides’!
by Rhianna 90
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I am...
I am the grey city rain imprinted on Tower Brigde, The empty blacks, dirty greys and ivory whites of
The crowded city streets
I am the colourful books of London;
The furhtest corners unopened, unread,
The warm summer sun and the cold winter snow,
I belong to the Autumn,
The leaves of orange, crimson and brown,
Flashes of colour overpowering the biting
jaws of the cold air,
I am a long book, pages skipped inside
for the assumption they contain nothing,
Ebony piano Keys playing constant harmonies,
Each note a different meaning,
A cluster of shining stars
Surrounded by familiy and friends;
I am.
This is me.
by Emma 9M
| I am...
From the land of yellow submarine
Swimming through waves of red
Corals of culture.
I am the bellydancer,
Shimmering and shaking in time with my
Whirling surname clad in white.
I am the city of concrete streets,
Running along art galleries
With a bag of fish and chips.
I am a moshpit of atoms,
Smashing in time with thumping
Speakers and flashing lights.
I am the Blackout, made up
Of skinny jeans and guitar strings,
Banging heads and studded belts.
I am Friday night's chopsticks,
Digging into rice and laughing at the world.
I am Schrodinger's cat,
Surrounded by nothingness and leaking mystery.
by Marissa 9N
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Rock
His heart was a rock, filled with rock.
He is rocking side to side
Waves in the tide colliding
Hear his heartbeat brick by brick,
Boom, Boom.
There is no hiding
Build a house with his heart of stone
All alone on his own
Standing still like a statue
Staring right at you
Never looking in your eyes
Starting into you. Heart of lies.
by Eve
| Body Riddim
There's a haiku in my head,
There's a river in my ribs,
There's a tune in my toes,
There are singers in my fingers,
My moustache has a mumble,
There's a mango in my mouth,
There's a fever in my feet,
In my brain there's a beat,
It makes me dance lie Michael Jackson,
And my body starts to heat,
My body's got reactions,
It makes feel like fractions,
It's all a chain reaction.
by Sabirah 7P
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I am...
I am a meteor,
Falling down from space,
I am a tiny little mouse,
Who's gone without a trace.
I am a pack of cards,
With a missing ace,
I am a green converse,
With a pink groovy lace.
I am Stella's hair,
Mad however she wears it,
I am Emma's awsome glasses,
fabulous and unique.
I am a speck on a clover,
Not aftaird to speak,
I may be a spider,
Small and meek,
But I am definitely a T-Rex,
Strong not weak!
by Lilly 7C
| Zap Yo Potato!
Zap yo potato
Boogaloo Boogaloo
Said the blue kangaroo,
To the little Pickachu,
'No bahiki, gonna boogie,
With the sherbet lemon.'
With the pickles in the jar,
And the chips in Devon.
Glide
Shadows
Lost
Ballerina
The stars started smiling,
Lost was the ballerina
In the shadows she would glide
The stars started smiling,
As the skies were full of lightning.
by Sabirah 7P
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I am...
A deactivated bomb of religion, An albatross soaring from Decision to decision, wings outspread.
I am the invisible strings that Bind me into buying the things That I despise.
And a thousand headphones Embedded into an alternative rock.
I am a plane scheduled to embark On a world journey.
And a library absorbing the thoughts Of my fellow humans.
Red, hazing over the colours Heat, creeping into my pores.
Tornado, whirling up the room Fingertips, searching over everything.
People, corners of mouths upturned Mind, melting with frustration.
Deep breath, filling my furious lungs. Nails, sharp, posed and pointed.
Arms, pointing towards an object Teeth, unhooking themselves.
Serberus, shutting the gates Colour hazing over the red.
by Rhianna 90
| I am...
I am the chips that go with fish
I am Europe's Heartbeat
Islington, Hackney, Finchley too:
I am the city that calls out to you.
I am the beauty of the parks,
I am the chewing gum you step on,
The suitcases businessmen drag along,
I am Gok's fashion fix.
I am the world's greatest music mix,
I am where M&S bake their bread,
I am the warm hat you put on your head.
I am Leona Lewis, bleeding love,
I am Oceana nightclub, packed with heatbeats.
I am the rage of weather, sun and rain
Home of Heathrow's gigantic plance.
I am London's ginormous eye,
Staring down on you
I am the jammed packed 02.
I am West End's tour buses,
I am the Island in your River,
I am one of the three lions,
I am the rush hour to school,
I am a builder's tool.
I am the ROAR of the Emirates stadium,
I am the butter on your bread.
I am your valentine.
by Georgia 8N
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