Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

National Poetry Day Poem by Dom Conlon

NPD’s theme this year is ‘Freedom’.

Free From…

Free from the darkness which held me tight

Free from the nappy I’d wear at night

Free from the hand which took me to walk

Free from the rule to work without talk

Free from the joys of sleeping till ten

Free from the need to come home again

Free from the days of not needing cash

Free from the impulse to hurry or dash

Free from the parents standing by me

Free from the future once easy to see

Free from the lightness I felt in my heart

Free from the summers which now barely start

Free from the feeling of being a boy

Free from the freedom I used to enjoy

 

© Dom Conlon

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Carole Bromley

Golden Time

 

 

I might do a painting, I might read a book,

I might write a poem, I might learn to cook.

 

I might do some tracing, I might act a play,

I might make a pot with some modelling clay.

 

I might build some Lego, I might sing a song.

I might do some sums, I might get them wrong.

 

I might get the guinea pig out of his cage,

I might get dressed up and dance on the stage.

 

I might make a spaceship and fly up to Mars,

I might switch the lights out and study the stars.

 

I might make a potion, I might cast a spell

I might make a prince from a frog in a well.

 

I might explore Africa, might cross the Pole,

might play for England, might score a goal.

 

I might fly a jet plane, might walk on the moon,

I can do what I want for a whole afternoon.

 

I might be a Viking, I might be from Rome.

I would rule the world but it’s time to go home.

 

 

© Carole Bromley

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by Angela Topping

Kids’ Stuff

 

Hanging round parks for a go on the swings

your palms smelling of metal off the roundabout

The iron grip of the slide as you launch yourself

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.

 

Dipping your fingers in sherbet and licking

Sticking your tongue into your ice cream

Strengthening your suck on a chocolate milk shake

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Playing follow-my-leader when no one can see

Tidying your dollshouse and making them speak

Cuddling your teddy when you can’t get to sleep

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Reading Narnia books and travelling with Hobbits

Watching E. Nesbit’s books on the box

Curling up in a chair with a book and some chocolate

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Making shapes with your bread dough and watching it rise

Making gingerbread men with currants for eyes

Putting smarties on top of little iced cakes

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

Going to the pictures to watch Walt Disney

Getting sticky fingers from eating popcorn

Sucking an ice-lolly through the second half

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it

 

People try and tell you ought to grow up

My kids don’t mind having a daft mum

I don’t see why I should stop having fun

It’s kids’ stuff but I still like it.

 

© Angela Topping

Posted in Freedom Poem, National Poetry Day 2017

National Poetry Day Freedom Poem by Bernard Young

Summer
 
 
 
You’ve finished playing football
 
You’re lying on the grass
 
Thinking about the goal you scored
 
Reliving that brilliant pass
 
 
 
Summer is the future
 
School is in the past
 
This is a perfect moment
 
If only it would last
 
 
 
Just you and your mates relaxing
 
In the heat after the game
 
Everyone’s a winner
 
You all feel the same
 
 
 
Summer is the future
 
School is in the past
 
This is a perfect moment
 
If only it could last

Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day from Neal Zetter

When the Bell Goes

 

When the bell goes
The long day’s ending
When the bell goes
Grab coats and bags

Thrilled and overjoyed
Making lots of noise
Running to the gates with all the other girls and boys

When the bell goes
We’re so excited
When the bell goes
At half-past three

Hurrying for home
Chatting on our phones
Stopping at the ice cream van to buy a strawberry cone

When the bell goes
We’re screaming, shouting
When the bell goes
We’re crazy, nuts

Dashing down the streets
Sucking sticky sweets
Practising our rapping to the rhythms and the beats

When the bell goes
The lesson’s finished
When the bell goes
We come alive

Jumping over walls
Breaking every rule
Doing lots of stuff we’re not allowed to do at school

I don’t care about anything
When I hear ring, ring, ring, ring
When the bell goes
When the bell goes
When the bell goes

 

©  Neal Zetter,

Freedom Poem for National Poetry Day by John H Rice

 

 

The Art of Kite Flying

 

“It’s the string that makes it fly,” he said

As the kite tugged wildly at its thread.

“Without the string, it falls and dies –

Collapses from these bright blue skies,

Yet still it battles to break free

But it is just a kite, you see.”

And then he stopped and turned his head,

“So, what’s your string?” the old man said.

 

© John H Rice

 

John H Rice is a former primary school headteacher who writes educational materials for children – and poems!