Christmas

Lois (KS3 Poet Laureate)

Let Christmas

Coming up to Christmas time

Buying for the family is a hard time

Coronavirus has slowed us down

And our spirits buried in the ground

This time of year things should be resurrected

For Jesus Christ was born

Don't let Christmas be a time to be stressed

Don't let Christmas be a time to overspend

Don't let Christmas be a time of no rest

Don't let Christmas be a time to ignore good friends

Let Christmas be a joyous time

Let Christmas be a relaxing and happy holiday

Let Christmas be sharing in these times

Let Christmas be an amazing day

Kyle (KS4 Poet Laureate) 

I hope you still know that I love you:

Another year has passed, another year without you.

I continue to bribe my soul to go back for a final goodbye, 

A final hug by the homely fireplace, a final smile from your aging lips. 

A final dose of your wisdom, a final donation of your finest knowledge. 

I don’t want immoderate plasters, i don’t want silver chains, I don’t want lies 

Or childish make believe. 

I don’t want materialistic tricks under that phony shrub. There’s a single

Scribble on my list. The list I left by the dusty fireplace. 

Winter pounces on my cheeks as i drag my feet through fresh fallen flakes,

The coat you gave me still hanging at me shins, 

I smell the sweet perfume of burning fruit cakes 

From the neighbours you never liked, and think of all the fun we’d have,

The purest grins.

Each once lumbered branch now heavy in gentle

Woven silk, swept through copious servings of frost-bitten betrails.

No life. No wonder. Yet to the corner of my eye i see a little 

Feathered fool shivering at the edge of his branch with a pouted 

Red breast and black beady eyes fixated on the fool in the long coat. 

Your voice crosses my mind, your eyes in his. 

I feel your hand touch my shoulder, it was like you were still here. 

It was like you hadn’t been stolen. It was like you still had life.

He stares at me, I know you’re there. I know you’re here. 

I know you’re gone, But love can never die. 

The breeze seems to snatch my breath and my lips tremble with ache,

I called out for you, and the robin flourished in the boutique. 

I can't help but smile at tribute. I know you’re far from the snow fall.

But your love will never leave. 

I stare to the sky and I scream at the tips of my lungs, why were you stolen? Why weren’t you here? 

Another year has passed. Another year without you. Another year 

That I hope you still know that I love you. 

Another year where I watch your wings shiver through the window and 

Hold the purest grin. I know you’re there. And this christmas, 

I left my list by the homely fireplace, in smudged ink spoke:

I hope you still know that I love you.