Lois (KS3 Poet Laureate)
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.