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    Y11 Poetry

    Year 11 GCSE students were asked to write a poem in response to studying the Love and Relationships cluster for the 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