OAKWOOD'S FAVOURITE POEMS - Excerpts from staff and pupils' favourite poems for National Poetry Day 2021
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OAKWOOD'S FAVOURITE POEMS
Excerpts from staff and pupils' favourite poems for
National Poetry Day 2021
A POEM FOR WORLD MENTAL HEALTH DAY
8TH OCTOBER 2021
I used to say ‘Stop the world, I wanna get off’
Now I’ve realised I’m the one who needs to stop
Stop filling every waking minute
Taking every silent space and putting something in it
Stop striving, trying to hard to be the best
When what my mind is crying out for is a rest
Remember kindness, peace and loving
Just breathe, and feel, and notice without judging
Because, as Shakespeare said those many years ago,
“There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."
'Stop' by Susan Davidson
MRS HARTLEY'S FAVOURITE POEM it's easy to love the nice things about ourselves but true self-love is embracing the difficult parts that live in all of us 'Acceptance' by Rupi Kaur IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MR BENNETT'S FAVOURITE POEM
When I am an old woman I shall wear purple
With a red hat that doesn't go, and doesn't suit me,
And I shall spend my pension
on brandy and summer gloves
And satin sandals,
and say we've no money for butter.
I shall sit down on the pavement when I am tired,
And gobble up samples in shops and press alarm bells,
And run my stick along the public railings,
And make up for the sobriety of my youth.
ByJenny Joseph
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MRS HALLS' FAVOURITE POEM
If the girl who made your skirt's not paid
you cannot say it's beautiful
if the pay is less than living wage
you cannot say it's beautiful
if the coloured dyes now lie in rivers
poisoned fish, polluted waters
if there's no sick pay, no toilet breaks
if the factories are in decay
no matter what your mirror says
or how stylish you might look today
you cannot claim it's beautiful
'Fashion Revolution' by Hollie
Mcnish
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MISS QADDAR'S FAVOURITE LYRIC
You may write me down in history
With your bitter, twisted lies,
You may trod me in the very dirt
But still, like dust, I'll rise.
'Still I Rise' by Maya Angelou
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MR BENNETT'S FAVOURITE POEM
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By Dylan Thomas
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYMISS KEYWORTH'S FAVOURITE LYRIC
"Because I'm feeling like I'm leaving
Everything behind and I'm feeling
Like I'm leaving everything behind
The sun is ours to find."
By The Courteeners
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYIMOGEN M'S FAVOURITE POEM
"Hope" is a thing with feathers -
That perches on the soul -
And sings the tune without words -
And never stops - at all -
By Emily Dickinson
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYMRS HARDEN'S FAVOURITE LYRIC
"And, yeah, I'm sorry I was late
But I missed the train
And then the traffic was a state
And I can't be arsed to carry on with this
debate
That reoccurs, oh, when you say I don't care
But, of course, I do, yeah, I clearly do."
'Mardy Bum' by Arctic
Monkeys
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYMRS BRADSHAW'S FAVOURITE POEM How did you find the energy, Mom To do all the things you did, To be teacher, nurse and counselor To me, when I was a kid. How did you do it all, Mom, Be a chauffeur, cook and friend, Yet find time to be a playmate, I just can’t comprehend. I see now it was love, Mom That made you come whenever I’d call, Your inexhaustible love, Mom And I thank you for it all. 'EverythingMom' by Joanna Fuchs IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MISS POTENTE'S FAVOURITE POEM
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'Six O'clock News' by Tom Leonard
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYSHIFAH D'S FAVOURITE LYRIC "In this disorted world I am gradually growing transparent and vanishing" 'Unravel' by Toru Kitajima IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MRS HARDEN'S FAVOURITE POEM
Where are the songs of spring? Ay, Where are they?
Think not of them, thou hast thy music too,—
While barred clouds bloom the soft-dying day,
And touch the stubble-plains with rosy hue;
Then in a wailful choir the small gnats mourn
Among the river sallows, borne aloft
Or sinking as the light wind lives or dies;
And full-grown lambs loud bleat from hilly bourn;
Hedge-crickets sing; and now with treble soft
The red-breast whistles from a garden-croft;
And gathering swallows twitter in the skies.
'To Autumn' by John Keats
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYMISS FREIDENFELD'S FAVOURITE POEM
The art of losing isn’t hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster.
'One Art' by Elizabeth Bishop
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYEMILY F'S FAVOURITE POEM
One day I looked at you, and it suddenly
occurred to me how beautiful your smile was.
I heard music in your laughter; I saw poetry in
your words. You asked me why I had that look
on my face, as though a shadow had fallen
across its sun-drenched landscape, heavy with
premonition, dark with revelation.
'Moment of Truth' by Lang Leav
IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAYMRS WILLIAMS' FAVOURITE POEM Why should I let the toad work Squat on my life? Can't I use my wit as a pitchfork And drive the brute off? Six days of the week it soils With its sickening poison - Just for paying a few bills! That's out of proportion. 'Toads' by Philip Larkin IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
MISS QADDAR'S FAVOURITE POEM A suspicion, a doubt, a jealousy grew in my mind, which turned the hairs on my head to filthy snakes, as though my thoughts hissed and spat on my scalp. 'Medusa' by Carol Ann Duffy IN CELEBRATION OF NATIONAL POETRY DAY
TRC'S LRC'S FAVOURITE POEM
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
'Remember' by Christina Rossetti
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