This is Page 2 of my Children’s poetry display. All poems here were produced by young writers in my workshops. Congratulations to them all and thanks to the staff involved for allowing me to display them.
These poems are by pupils in Years 7 and 8 at Pencoed Comprehensive School, S. Wales, on the theme of winter lights, December ’15.
Scroll down for lighter verses, including crazy recipes and funny limericks, below these atospheric, dramatic and philosophical poems.
As I gazed out of my bedroom window,
a dazzling sight met my eyes
Because where the lamppost had once been
were a set of blinding fireflies.
Bracelets for girls
These took my breath right away.
Scorching hot flames
Now I really want these things.
But I now know these things will not stay here.
So I stare in wonder as they arrive,
The blackout of night as a background,
the best place for these wonders to thrive.
The Hope-Sharer/An Explosion of Light
My town changes at night.
Instead of one sun it has many.
An explosion of light.
I can see every dagger slicing through the dark with its might,
every one shining brighter than the last.
An explosion of light.
Each line of lights assigned to their position
standing as soldiers.
Dangerously daring [?] dreams
following freakishly foolish fates,
but one light, one beautiful light, is unsure of itself,
aware of other lights towering over its head.
That’s my explosion of light.
The moon turns into a circle of lit up cheese.
The stars become yellow, gleaming beads
making necklaces as you join the dots.
Houses weren’t houses but dolls that
you could dress up in twinkling outfits.
Streetlights were giant 5p coins
flashing like a torch.
Fireworks were spider webs
spinning and whirling until a beautiful spiral is revealed.
Flashlights became wonderful, dancing show lights.
Searchlights searching becoming
sniffer dogs looking for something, someone,
in the dark.
Owls’ eyes, cats’ eyes staring each other down
until finally they give up ’till the next time.
The Light in the Dark
I light a firework.
It explodes into a fiery dragon in the stone cold wind.
The cars at night are a river of diamonds
that are reflected by the misty moon.
I open a treasure chest as a scorching gold lit up my face.
The dark night is like an endless abyss
with white fiery demons ready to feast.
I see florescent [?] fish paddle around my feet
as I dive in the shadow coated reef.
The Battle of Light
Glistening and gleaming,
lighting up the night,
winking and blinking,
as the light shines bright,
leading the way through the darkness,
down, around and side to side
like the humps of the monster, Lochness.
Cats eyes on the road like emeralds
catching the light.
What goes on at night?
The battle of light.
Where are the Lights?
Dashing, swirling, furiously turning
gently winking, flickering, blinking
fulfilling lots of childhood dreams
Dancing round like little fairies
gently winking, flickering, blinking
fulfilling lots of childhood dreams
Then comes the fizz, the crash, the pop,
dashing, swirling, furiously turning,
drawing me in to the sky.
Silence, nobody around.
Where is the light? It’s nowhere to be found.
I woke suddenly snug in my bed.
Open my curtains…
Oh, it’s morning!
The Living Darkness
While darkness consumes us within the dense night,
it gives out an aurora which gives an eerie fright,
the shimmering waves flooding the street,
but these types of wave won’t brush your feet,
a mystifying beacon in a bright and flashing line,
the majestic arrows are darting so fine,
the stars shining bright in the black sky above,
smiling down at me swaying gentle as a dove,
now I must go so I bid you farewell,
the reason I must go is it is the end.
The fireworks dart into the sky
like scorching lava dashing by.
They stare like owls’ eyes flashing
through the midnight sky.
Looping lively through the air.
Keep your eyes peeked if you dare.
Shooting into the world of oblivion.
Lights at Night
At night my town is different.
It is lit by 1,000 fireflies.
And they all glitter.
One by one, they shimmer.
To the beat of the night, they glimmer.
Intimidating road lights beaming down on me
like a flashing spotlight on a stage,
Illuminating shot guns of light,
beaming from the road,
A shimmering ball of light, gleaming from the sea of darkness,
following me in my every step.
I run away quickly because it was a fright.
The trees swishing from side to side,
prisoning me alone with no light…
My House at Christmas
My house at Christmas shimmers and glimmers.
It is a massive ball of excitement.
It is a sea of whizzing, darting, dancing lights.
My house is a beautiful wash of mystifying lights.
It lights up the dark, misty night sky.
My house is an eye blinder.
Hide Away – Night-Gamers
As day turns to night,
the houses shut down,
the wind stops howling,
the lights come out – the light’s run out.
they are never the same,
they play their game – they play their mind-whizzing game.
But as it turns to daylight,
you walk outside – you dawdle outside.
It all looks so different,
the lights have gone to hide.
I am the world’s spy,
lighting up when cars pass by.
They never see me.
City Lights at Night
From my window I see lights that seem to be
dancing to music and stars gleaming
brightly in the moonlight. The lively
fireworks erupted brightly while the
moon was covered lightly. The city is alive.
Christmas lights gleam and glow with joy
and happiness. Chimneys faintly
shimmer with the shine of the warm fire beneath.
The city lights glistened like diamonds,
lights in the windows danced like dazzling fireworks and
street lights shone white like pearls.
The city is alive.
Winter’s Unusual Lights
Many lights start to shine bright in the
town at night as the sunset settles down
into a black lagoon, like a flickering candle
that no longer exists.
Beaming lights from the lampposts
above shine on the pavements
like a shimmering sequin covered glove.
Cars dash as the lights flash
turning the road into a disco ball.
Still lights from the shops below
shimmer in the dark forest of the night sky.
Stars in the deep black sky
reflect into the gleaming blue waters
Fairy lights flicker on the rims of the houses
whilst the smiling fire of the sunrise comes out to play.
The dark mist has hidden away and now
my night time town has become a dull day.
Shadow Stalker, or From My Window
From my window I see a town of glistening light.
Fireflies and glow worms each one [?] bright.
The stars glisten like rubies
and the moon is a silver ball ready for the night.
The cars turn into fish in a tank
and the lamps are jewels.
A big bleak black ocean
of light glistening as bright as rubies and gems.
The bridge becomes a dragon’s back shining and glistening.
As day comes the dragon goes home until the night.
A Winter’s Dream
Suddenly I looked through my bedroom window and I looked at
what would be a winter’s dream.
The street lights are stars dazzling onto the cold winter’s day.
By the beach I saw the sea that is like an enormous diamond
glistening around you.
Fireworks shooting up in the night sky, they are a dragon’s fire
spitting out of its red hot mouth.
A plane’s flickering red light is like a firefly searching in the night.
Falling leaves like dancing butterflies around the lamppost.
Then I woke up, back to a normal day.
I peer out, waiting for him in the night.
He shines and glistens, I’m not sure why.
In the day, he is undercover.
He engulfs the world with lots of power.
The presence he brings will make you cower.
After all, he is the Moon!
A Spectacle Giver
light is a thing that has kept us on the planet
for centuries over centuries
and looking at it now it always shall be
a spectacle giver,
but don’t get me started on a firework.
Fireworks are constellations in themselves,
just as any type of streetlight,
all you have to do is light the fuse
and it becomes your constellation.
Light is simply a spectacle giver
and in my eyes, it will always be that.
And now for some fun poems by the same groups,
including haiku, recipes with a difference, and daft limericks:
I woke up on Christmas Day –
oops! It’s the middle of May.
I got out of bed and bumped my head.
Could it get any worse? I say.
A Recipe for Excitement
First take an ocean full of light
and add it to a bowlful of adrenaline.
A rainbow of colours is then needed, to shine bright.
Add a firework to make you jump.
Then mix in a family full of fun.
Leave it to rest within your heart.
Here stands a Christmas tree,
towering over me.
It’s very bright, full of light.
To get in, Santa needs a key.
When my dad scored a goal in the garden,
he celebrated with glee,
he pulled his T-shirt over his head and
ran into a tree.
Recipe for a Smoothie of Success
A pinch of people,
a teaspoon of times,
whisk some happiness,
and blend some sadness,
add a spatula of smiles,
a gram of ambition,
an ounce of hope.
This smoothie is for people only wanting a good future.
18 and under.
There was once a gleaming Christmas tree,
who stood with poise and stood in glee.
It was oh so colourful and extremely lovable.
Its lights shone very twinkly.
A Recipe for Happiness
Add a pinch of smiling
Stir in a bowl of laughing
Pour in a gallon of good times
Sprinkle a teaspoon of play
Now you’re done.
Serve with a side of friends and cream.
A Recipe for Embarrassment
A handful of dad jokes
A bunch of blushes
A large amount of accidents
Fifty spoonfuls of forgetfulness
A mixture of mistakes
And the mouth of a mum
1. Using a broken glass bowl,
mix together the blushes and the mistakes
until you have a pinky-red colour.
2. Grind the accidents to a liquid green
and add to your blush mix.
3. Add your joke and mouth and mix together.
4. Drop a trip in (three would make it strong)
and mix thoroughly.
5. Set in a hole in the ground.
Best served with fear and whipped sadness.
WARNING: May contain traces of argument.
A recipe to be the best person
6 oz. of kindness,
an ocean of happiness,
and 4 oz. of trust that will not be told.
And don’t forget the cup of gold.
Stir and fold.
Then leave it somewhere where kno one will know.
(May contain salt water.)
Leave it for the future or go back to the past.
Then maybe decorate it with a relationship that will last!