In my Street

My life is a street

There you can find everything, nothing, something

I've seen a man asking for food

Another one who needed company.

Now, you can travel around the world

Looking for a solution

But it has always been with you!

Come to my street,

I'll show you

How difficult it is to be lonely!

Give me an example

I'll present you millions

I will tell you the past, prove the present

And, in the future, we'll live together.

Tiago Carneiro, year 12, class E

This Sun

This sun cuts veins

Deep with freedom

oozing flowers with emotion,

crying feelings

in a dream that always flies

(Year 10, class D)

Manifesto

Poets, come out of your closets

and shout out loud

to burn the silence.

Open the windows

to scan the world outside.

Leave your doors wide open

then choose the words that travel far

Don't be so naive:

it's time to reach the summit of soul

and plunge into the unknown

with sharp senses,

defying gravity.

Year 12, class E (on the poem Populist Manifesto n0.1 by Laurence Ferlinghetti)

Simple Personal Pronoun Poem

I love you

you said you loved me too

he was jealous

she kissed him

we fell in love

you got divorced

they celebrated

Be my Valentine

Be my angel
my valentine
a diamond burning bright
a bird in the sky
a flower in spring
...pure joy

(Year 9, class C)

Serpent love poem

kiss sunset tear rainbow
wonderful love experience
eager run numb blue
end date era amazing
great truth

(Whole class)year 9, Class B

Morning has broken

Morning has broken, like the first morning
Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird
Praise for the singing, praise for the morning
Praise for the springing fresh from the word

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven
Like the first dewfall, on the first grass
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass

Mine is the sunlight, mine is the morning
Born of the one light, Eden saw play
Praise with elation, praise every morning
God's recreation of the new day

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Imagine

Imagine...

Imagine a rainbow,
a clear sun through a waterfall,
a womb of happiness;
water, child and mother
together in a magnificent ocean.
A sudden light,
a ray of hope, a nest of joy.
Imagine all the people
living there in peace
and the world will live as one.

 Tiago, Bruno, Nuno, Vitor, Patrícia and Carla: year 12, class E

A poem is not...

 A poem is not an ant
but it can be quite short.
A poem is not a banana
but there may be something under its skin.
A poem is not a coat
but it may have some warmth in it.
A poem is not a dog
but it might be quite a friend.
A poem is not an endless pair of trousers
but it can be quite long.
A poem is not a footballl shaped like a cucumber.
A poem is not a great number of things.
A poem is not a hedhehog
but it might be hard to get hold of.
A poem is not an igloo
but it can feel like home.
A poem is not a jumble sale,
but it might contain some rubbish.
A poem is not a kite
but it might enjoy the wind.
A poem is not a lightbulb
but you can change it if you want to.
A poem is not a monkey
but can be quite human.