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    Y11 - Poetry

    A poem written in response to studying the Love and Relationships cluster for the GCSE English literature exam.

    A flower blossoms in the winter.
    The sharp cold December air is shunned by its warmth,
    And as January strolls through drearily, its glow and beauty paints colours over the grey.

    The rain fell inevitably,
    Dampening and dulling it’s pastel petals.
    But the morning sun broke through the clouds
    It’s golden rays illuminate the beauty of its complexion.

    And in February the birds began to sing,
    Sweet tunes filled the air.
    The blossom hung with penitence, but nature reclaimed its space
    The stem dances closer to the clouds, braiding with blades of grass.

    A flower blossoms in the winter.
    It’s glow flickers in the dreary curtain of dark clouds.
    But it never halts in growth, with the rainfall, the roots are ever strengthened.

    By Emma 11M

    She looks at herself in the mirror
    Bright smile. Huge curly hair that bounces
    As she strides. Around her eyes roll and people
    Utter words of distaste and dislike which
    She disregards. Narcissus, they call her.

    Bright eyes, brown skin and a yellow dress that flows
    In the wind. She admires herself. People
    Glare and compare but she is complete
    Words ricochet and reflect their self-doubt,
    Insecure and unstable, they hope to silence her

    Like echo. She has no right.
    Did you ever hear the story, they asked her
    Her self-absorption will lead you to you doom
    But silence will make me disappear. Still,
    She looks at herself in the mirror
    Like a daffodil by the water

    By Sajida 11R

    Early Mourning in the Museum
    You mustn't see me as
    I lurk idly with the painted face
    In the corner- taking up space.
    Several steps away, you stand so free
    Holding onto our emptiness so desperately

    My cheeks let out a sigh 
    As I watched your eyes,
    Turn away from mine.
    An almost baleful blank canvas.
    Till I saw the outline of your face;
    Now I can’t erase.

    The picture you took of the portrait
    That hung crooked on the wall,
    Contained a detail engraved
    Ever so small.

    Yet, you noticed that- but not my stare;
    Blinded by the means of your affair.
    I now know why
    You mustn't see me
    For it is true...

    That I am covered with the mistakes, 
    Drawn out by you.

    By Zaynab 11M

    The‌ ‌dent‌ ‌you‌ ‌left‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌bed‌ ‌faded‌ ‌within‌ ‌a‌ ‌day.‌ ‌
    The‌ ‌warmth‌ ‌you‌ ‌brought‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌room‌ ‌vanished‌ ‌with‌ ‌the‌ ‌coolness‌ ‌of‌ ‌your‌ ‌body.‌ ‌
    The‌ ‌memories‌ ‌you‌ ‌crafted‌ ‌in‌ ‌my‌ ‌mind‌ ‌are‌ ‌now‌ ‌but‌ ‌a‌ ‌palimpsest‌ ‌of‌ ‌an‌ ‌old‌ ‌experience.‌ ‌
    The‌ ‌smile‌ ‌you‌ ‌placed‌ ‌on‌ ‌my‌ ‌face‌ ‌was‌ ‌stolen‌ ‌by‌ ‌your‌ ‌selfishness.‌ ‌

    Your‌ ‌heart‌ ‌-‌ ‌so‌ ‌still,‌ ‌so‌ ‌silent.‌ ‌
    Your‌ ‌face‌ ‌-‌ ‌so‌ ‌cold,‌ ‌so‌ ‌calm.‌ ‌
    And‌ ‌as‌ ‌I‌ ‌sit‌ ‌beside‌ ‌you‌ ‌and‌ ‌whisper‌ ‌words‌ ‌in‌ ‌your‌ ‌ear,‌ ‌
    You‌ ‌ignore‌ ‌and‌ ‌chose‌ ‌not‌ ‌to‌ ‌respond.‌ ‌

    Why‌ ‌did‌ ‌you‌ ‌leave‌ ‌me‌ ‌behind?‌ ‌
    Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌not‌ ‌love‌ ‌me?‌ ‌
    Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌not‌ ‌miss‌ ‌me?‌ ‌
    Do‌ ‌you‌ ‌not‌ ‌crave‌ ‌the‌ ‌days‌ ‌ ‌

    We‌ ‌used‌ ‌to‌ ‌laugh‌ ‌at‌ ‌the‌ ‌simple‌ ‌things‌ ‌in‌ ‌life,‌ ‌
    And‌ ‌the‌ ‌nights‌ ‌we‌ ‌just‌ ‌lay‌ ‌awake‌ ‌and‌ ‌let‌ ‌the‌ ‌fire‌ ‌burn‌ ‌bright?‌ ‌
    Why‌ ‌would‌ ‌you‌ ‌take‌ ‌that‌ ‌away‌ ‌from‌ ‌me?‌ ‌
    From‌ ‌us?‌ ‌

    Your‌ ‌selfishness‌ ‌is‌ ‌silent,‌ ‌yet‌ ‌violent.‌ ‌
    And‌ ‌as‌ ‌every‌ ‌day‌ ‌goes‌ ‌by‌ ‌without‌ ‌you,‌ ‌I‌ ‌grow‌ ‌more‌ ‌and‌ ‌more‌ ‌numb.‌ ‌
    What‌ ‌is‌ ‌left‌ ‌of‌ ‌us‌ ‌is‌ ‌just‌ ‌a‌ ‌void.‌ ‌
    An‌ ‌emptiness.‌ ‌
    A‌ ‌broken‌ ‌heart.‌ ‌

    By Raya 11R

    Anita and Ian
    Life crawls
    like a timeless watch,
    eating its hours
    and savouring each saccharine tick of the

    With You I breathe,

    in and out
    of every memory
    and forgotten regrets.

    Prepare neatly our graves by the bed we slept on
    for many rounds
    around the sun
    spent together
    as one.

    I still remember our meeting.
    Painful was the bruise of not knowing you
    But soon arms enfolded me
    and the tender whisper spoke:
    ‘I will love you enough
    To fill the empty space
    On the bed
    We share.’

    By Biba 11C

    I knew we were from different puzzles
    So I tore myself apart trying to fit you
    Started with the corners and ended in the middle
    No matter how hard I looked there were always missing pieces
    That was inescapable, and you’ve found a new puzzle
    Now I make a beautiful and complete picture alone

    By Pearl 11M

    Well done Year 11!
    Ms Farrow