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This is a showcase of poetry from 9en6 at Nobel School.
Here is a selection of the fantastic poems they produced for our War poetry unit

Friday, 11 November 2011

Samson Davies-Batt

                       SOLDIERS IN BATTLE

SOLDIERS WAKE-UP THEY DREAD DEATH
HOWEVER THERE EXPERIENCE WILL BE FILLED WITH DEATH
THEY HIDE IN THE TRENCHES
THEY CRAWL ON THE GRASS
THEY USE CANNON BALLS
BUT IT WOULD NOT STOP THE INEVITABLE
DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

THEY WAKE-UP DEMANDING FOOD
INSTEAD THEY JUST ARE IN A REAL MOOD
THE SOLDIERS TRY
THE SOLDIERS DIE
THEY LOOK LIKE THEY ARE ABOUT TO CRY
DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

THEY FIGHT IN THE TRENCHES
THEY GO TO MAKE WEAPONS
THEY EVEN MAKE CANONS
BUT NON OF THEM WILL WORK
DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

ON THE LAST DAY OF THE WAR
THE SOLDIERS TRY TO SURVIVE
THEY TRY TO DODGE BULLETS
THEY EVEN TRY TO SHOOT PEOPLE
BUT AGAIN NOTHING WILL WORK
DEATH DEATH DEATH NOTHING BUT DEATH

Connor Males

World war one has only just began
Were drinking rum
And were chewing gum
It smells so bad
We just saw a lad
He looks so sad
I don’t understand
I cant hear a sound
It  looks like a round
Gun fire and lights
They really want a fight
Its half way through , how
Can we lose we smell
Like booze we really
Shouldn’t snooze . Bombs
Exploding over my head
I can hear the dead.

Connor Males


Why him?

Why…why him… please,
He didn’t deserve it he’s.
So young what a terrible way to die,
Taking a bullet through the eye. 

Why is this happening please explain,
Who is causing this explosive pain?
What is happening to the world today?
When did this actually benefit men astray?

Bullets flying,
Men crying,
Glairing down the gun sight,
Gives you such a fright.

Finally it’s coming to an end,
Home is only just around the bend,
Many cheers lots of beers,
Wipe away all those tears.


By Connor Males

Deanna Shephard

Afghanistan

I don’t want to die,
I want to survive,
I want to grow old – go grey
                                          and wrinkled,
 see my children grow up…
Have my children.

That is how women feel in Afghanistan feel,

That they cannot walk down the street without the fear
They may be a bomb hidden,
A sniper on the roof,
Someone with a machine gun.

How lucky I am to live and love in safety,
Why can’t all the world live like us,
In safety! In peace! In happiness!

Why can’t they be left alone?

                                  By Deanna Shephard

Amellia Kiddy

Trying not to love you

I’m trying not to love you
I’m trying not to care
I’m trying not to love my life wishing you were there
I’m trying not to wonder, where you are or what you’re doing
I’m sorry I can’t help myself
I fell in love with you

By Amellia Kiddy