English

Year 9 Poems

Behind Bars

Though the title of this poem,
Seems quite obvious, it's not,
Because, despite what you might think,
It doesn't give away a lot.

I could be in the county prison,
Locked by iron and a key,
Or in my own tortured world,
There for all eternity.

I could be really quite bewildered,
Lost forever in a maze,
Or securely trapped in the drowning depths,
Of a penetrating gaze.

I could be waiting for my death,
My time to say goodbye,
I could be waiting for my life,
To fall down from the sky.

I could be helpless in my sleep,
Abandoned in an endless dream,
Or held hostage in an empty house,
With no-one near to hear my scream

What is this feeling? This strange emotion,
Of feeling lost and then confined,
I just can't seem to find myself,
I fear the illness in my mind

By Neha R. and Emily F. 

They walk a line, dressed in black,
Dear beloved won't come back,
Roses, casket, the rain is pouring,
It's not just feelings that they're ignoring.

They blend in with the gloomy sky,
Like solemn crows, way up high,
It hurts inside to merely watch them,
Their eyes are empty, like dull black gems

Face ashen, cold hands, body into earth,
Only some know what she was really worth,
She was here and then she was there,
And to the rest of you, I say, beware.

Emily F.

Cry of the Banshee

The one thing she wears from her hideous frown
Is a beautiful, long, silky, white gown

She dismally floats through air and awaits,
Any poor soul, soon to meet their fate

Ancient she seems, with hair tousled and grey
Her ear-piercing wail is heard miles away

Worse than any shriek you have heard before,
Nothing you can simply hide or ignore

The cry of a banshee is murderously high,
It comes once in a lifetime, when it's your turn to die.

Neha R.