Here are some of our poems we sent to Spain for the Given Words Poetry Competition. Our poems could be on any theme, but had to include the five given words: broken, path, paint, reflection, disappear.
School Crazy
At school,
my pencil disappeared
I broke my book
I stepped in dog poo on the path
I painted my rubber
my reflection broke the mirror
Hopefully,
I don't have a day like this tomorrow
by Bridget I. (age 8, year 3)
Dear Grandma
It was sad when when we needed to leave your sight
and disappear from sri lanka
I look at my reflection
the spark in my hazel-brown eyes
and I think about you
Now I feel like the path to you
has broken
I really wish that you can stay in new zealand
forever and do fun stuff like painting
by Tenushki R. Age 7
Memories
I go every night to the broken mirror
in the attic
so I can remember my great grandpa
and how he chose the right path
in life
I look at my reflection
illusions surround me
memories of his stories in his diary
of his life at war
make my tears drop
I lock the memories up
so they do not disappear
otherwise
they will fade away
into the misty dust
and evaporate
into the depths of the soil
that slowly digests
into a gloomy sludge, like paint
by Ammar S. (age 9, year 5)
Sidhu Moose Wala
Dear Sidhu
I feel so broken without you
on reflection
you just disappeared
walking down the path
I see spray painted pictures of you
everywhere
it’s just not the same
without you.
by Javahn B. (age 10, year 5)
Rainy Day
The paint on the path
started to disappear
as the rain
dropped from a cloudy, misty sky
I saw my reflection
in the puddle
and the longer I stared
it seemed like
it was broken
by Meera S. (age 10, year 6)
Memory
I was at a blue river
the water
reflecting
on my broken sunglasses
I took them off
heart broken
my mum had
disappeared
I remembered
my mum
on a path
paint trickling down her top
she was painting a
beautiful picture
of me and my dad
Anna Foley, (age 7, year 2)
Broken Reflections
I sit and listen
to the sounds of the waves
as they calmly crawl up the sand
while I watch the sun disappear
a broken reflection
in the endless sea
the sunset paints
an autumn colour in the sky
orange beams shoot from above
creating a path
to nowhere.
by Laylah B. (age: 12, year 7)
Paint a New Path
I stare blankly at my younger self
as the reflection fades away
Back then
I was afraid of people disappearing
around me
As I try to paint a new path
I tell myself I shall fix
my broken heart
by Chris P. (age: 12, Year 7)
Painting a Picture
I was at the beach
playing tag
with my reflection
suddenly, the clouds disappeared
leaving the sky, blue as the ocean
showing a path.
As I walked down the path
it broke behind me.
It led me
to my younger self,
painting a picture
then the path fully faded
I
fell
into the void of darkness.
by Isiah C-P. (year 7 age 12)
Dear Bank Account,
Hope you have recovered
from my big purchase of lollies.
Now I can’t even afford
to pay my rent.
All my money has disappeared.
Now my heart is broken.
I’m on a path to homelessness.
I’m in the bathroom
with its paint peeling from the wall
looking at my downcast reflection in the mirror
rethinking my life’s decisions.
Lots of love,
from the Money Sucker.
by Ashton A. (Age 11, Year 7)
Hey Dad,
Sometimes, I wish I had your skills:
being able to paint well;
walking straight tall and proud on the path;
able to make problems disappear;
and never breaking dreams.
I wish I was a reflection of you-
that would be awesome.
by Jimmy K. (age 13, year 8)
My Sandcastle
On the side of my sandcastle
I place little pieces of broken seashells
as small as a newborn baby's palm.
The painted path is small chips
I stole from my sister's lunch.
On the top of my castle is
my mum’s small makeup mirror
in which I can see my dripping wet reflection.
But then in comes the mighty tide
causing my beautiful sandcastle
to disappear under the wild waves
never to be seen again
Soon after I can hear my mum ask,
“Have you seen my mirror?”
By Emily H. (Age 12 Year 7)
Brokenhearted
Brokenhearted,
I trudge along a crimson painted path
Suddenly I stop at a river
and see your reflection next to me.
Then I remember,
the warm sand in between my toes
sitting next to you by the fire
sipping out of antique mugs
the memories rush through my mind
like crashing waves
Eventually they calm down
my thoughts all sink and disappear
deep into my mind
I look next to me
you’re gone
My heart breaks
By Adeleyn W. (Age 11 , Year 7)
Waiting for the Turtles
My hands disappear into the cold sand,
I look at the ocean
The reflection of the blue moon
paints a broken path
across the water
I feel as cold as the waves
Max B. (Age 11, Year 7)
Dreamful Paradise
At the beach, I find
broken conch shells buried in the sand,
my blurry reflection in the water as the tide comes in,
it disappears
just then before my very eyes a path magically appears,
it is covered in paint and old and mossy
And then I wake up
By Ayla B. (Age 11 Year 7)
Broken Dreams
As my dreams started to
disappear
my heart felt
broken like glass
I tried to paint a picture
to lead a path for my dreams.
I looked in the mirror and I
saw a reflection of
me
and I wished my dreams
would come true!
By Agrima K. (AGE 8, YEAR 4)
hawaii
the ocean is like
a cool, blue paint
my reflection
appears in the waves
broken seashells
litter the ground
a soft-shell crab disappears
into the sand
a pebble path
leads me home
by Joel R. (Year 8)
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