Young Writers’ Archive – The First Edition

Thursday, 24 October 2013

The following poems written by the children of Class 2 at Henleaze Primary School (Mrs Mumford’s class Year Six class) The poems were all written in response to the following poem by the American poet William Carlos Williams:

This Is Just To Say

I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox

and which
you were probably
for breakfast

Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold

Sue introduced the poem during a workshop at the school (for Threshold Prize)
and as the children had been focusing on climate change as a topic
in school she encouraged the children to write “Poems of apology
to the earth”.













Peace, peace, I wish the world could have peace,

no more fighting no more war,  only people playing by the seashore,

playing all night,  playing all day shooting canons, no that’s not the way,

Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

why can’t the world have peace for one day?

That’s  all I’m asking:

war go away.

© Eva Ford, age 9


Bursting with thoughts,

Not put into words,

A plague of the mind,

Some would say it’s a curse,

What love’s hand possesses,

I never shall hold,

Whether sorrow or promise,

I never shall know,

The world will still spin,

Clocks keep on ticking,Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

Whether the life of a human,

Is ending or beginning,

The colour of midnight,

Is a dark one I’ve heard,

Seen as my soul lifted,

Like the flight of a bird.

© Briana Rutherford, age 16





If my only comfort be in night,

of distant dainty rays of light,

and my only fear be living lies,

and those of undiscovered ‘why’s,

Or tears which drip down dark hair strands,

Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

and outstretched waiting human hands,

And dear, If beauty lies in blacks and blues,

And clashing view on clashing view,

May I destroy a thought of disbelief,

Like a sole upon an autumn leaf,

And fill a transparent mind with existence,

Without a single threat of distance.

© Amber Brown , age 15




mama how do I tell you its bad again

how the voices are telling me its okay to hurt

they want me to fall

to fall from the top of buildings

and not get up

but don’t worry mama

I plan to shut them up


mama how do I explain how the pain has returned

all you wanted was me to be better

I tried and tried and tried and tried

but in the end, the crazy won

they drive me crazy to no end

I want to make it stop

but don’t worry mama

I have a plan


mama I can’t tell you how it feels

to be sunken to the depths of earth

Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

angels are soaring above me

but their happy gazes hurt

I need this incessant chatter to go

to hurt me, to hate me

it all feels so real

but don’t worry mama

it wont soon


mama I can see the look in your eyes

it hurts me too that this is goodbye

can’t you see this is the only way

for the voices to vanish but my body stay

goodbye and farewell

i’ll miss you so much

but don’t cry mama

i’ll be better now

© Ursula, age 16

Just a word here from us at Poetry Space. If you are feeling desperately sad and have identified with the narrator of Ursula’s poem please do seek help.  If you can’t speak to parents, guardians or a teacher at school  then ring Childline: 0800 1111




Jubilee Pool

Jump in






©John Welding

©John Welding



On the Promenade

Open to the public

Leap right in

© William







And don’t let down


by Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

Give up to help change

Everyone can, everyone should!


The poems by William and Phoebe were sent in to me by Angie Butler in Cornwall and came out of a writing project with eight to eleven year olds.




For My Grandfather

Oh Dadda I wish you never died.

I am worried, I wish you were here.

Daddy will take you out for a beer.

Today is your birthday and I miss you lots.

Have you even got some spots?

Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

Are you having a nice time in heaven?

Is it as nice as the sea in Devon?


© Isabella French, age 6



The Robin and the Tree.

Anna and Nora were excited.

They had just put an angel on top of the tree.

The dog Maple leapt at the Christmas Tree

sending it crashing to the floor.

Anna Nora and Mum saw the angel broken.

Mum said. Sorry girls but I can’t fix it’.

Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

The girls were sad.

When the girls had gone to bed

the Robin flew down and fixed it.


© Isabella French, age 6



Cat, cat, don’t go into the garden,

©Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

because there is a wolf

and he might eat you

Cat, cat,


© Lexi Lou, age 5



Sunset by the River

A fluttering breeze

By the sunset.

Dim light


©Azadeh K Taj

Birds flying to the sun

Like a dim lit candle.

So beautiful

I feel so small.

© Eesha Thaker, age 7

Eesha Thaker goes to 2nd grade class of

Ms. Susan Buck at Dows Lane Elementary School in Irvington, NY.

She loves nature and outdoors and carries a notebook around

to write about her observations of nature.



What do you Hear?

What do you hear outside your window?
Trembling and frightened,
Trembling and frightened.

Let’s go outside

©Eleanor Leonne Bennett, age 17

Of your front door,
your front door,

What do you see?
What do you see outside?

Out jumped a fox –
Looking for its tea.

She ran back inside
Trembling with fright
Trembling with fright

”˜What’s the matter?’ her mother said,
”˜What’s the matter Lucy?’
There’s a fox outside,’ she said.
Trembling with fright.

© Lexi Lou, age 5