KS2 POETRY

KEY STAGE 2 POETRY

CAN YOU SEE THE OCEAN

Can you see the ocean? Smashing against those rocks Filled with magical creatures Hidden past the docks.

Can you see the ocean? Splashing onto the sand floor As it comes towards you, It is too beautiful to ignore.

Can you see the ocean? Filled with fish of all kind Creatures beyond the sea floor Much too hard to find.

Can you see the ocean? Standing there so still It is deep, lonely and quiet So beautiful, with a comfortable chill.

Can you see the ocean? With a sudden change Filled with our rubbish Something so strange.

Can you see the ocean? Once filled with beauties But who are now suffering Because we haven’t done our duties.

Can you save the ocean? Who’s suffered greatly? We can help cure it Unlike has been done lately. © Norah Tafraouti Key Stage 2 Poetry

EXCERPT FROM ‘HOPE PART 2’

Dehumanised and targeted because the colour of our skin When will we eradicate this immorality and sin? This disease continues to infiltrate and crosses the sea Footballers attacked for the sake of a penalty Their courage and bravery overshadowed by hate Only accepted as equals when the result is great Ending this irrational behaviour is the only option No longer giving racism a platform nor leg to stand on It began to spread Not only the virus, an uprising instead Millions flooded the streets all around the world ‘Black Lives Matter!’ they bellowed and hurled Some took the knee, whilst others stood tall Statues honouring conflicted history, soon began to fall Emotions ran deep, people vented their rage Politicians and leaders – It’s time to engage Ignited by this feat, there is hope, here’s our chance To reclaim the future, and relinquish the past

© Zidan Akhtar Key Stage 2 Poetry

EXCERPT FROM ‘LIFE ON MARS’

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Life on Mars! Pay attention wherever you are, even if you are sat in your cars.

We have interrupted our regular news to let you know about a disturbing find, After this report is over, please reflect on this and maybe rewind.

A satellite has reported a new planet called Mearth, we now think, Perhaps it has something to do with those spying robots, maybe that is the link.

The inhabitants of Planet Mearth are called hooman-beans, These hoomans are addicted to strange, illuminated screens.

The Mearthlings have massive, roaring machines that chop down trees Hoomans use poisons called “chemicals” that kill bees.

They kill creatures great and small- something we would hate, Dying of the consequences of their own actions is the hooman’s sad fate.

Hoomans also burn horrible, sticky plastic, The end result of their actions will really be quite drastic.

© Sephora Drummond Key Stage 2 Poetry

THE BUSY BEE

There was an old man relaxing near a tree going to stuff his face with honey, until the man saw a bee called Jerry, Jerry the bee was very funny he loved honey but always wanted money, people asked the old man “does the bee buzz “? the old man said “yes it does”, along came Winnie The Pooh who loved honey too, Jerry was buzzing and flapping his wings, then zooms to a hive and clings to his precious honey pot, “can I have some honey” said winnie the pooh” “certainly not” said Jerry the bee, “ the honey has vanished you see, the old man has tricked me and taken all the honey, without paying me money , and gulped it into his enormous greedy tummy , which wasn’t funny, but tomorrow you can join me to find more sweet golden honey”.

© Aisha Rubani Key Stage 2 Poetry

EXCERPTS FROM ‘WHERE ARE YOU — MY SWEET LOVE?’

Worries or troubles, sickness or pains, Mama you are the one who cares and shares,

Mama you thought I am tired, And you thought that I may want to rest You made a nice and comfy bed Thank you mama, but instead can I rest on your lap, my tiny little head?

With you by my side day and night, Fear is not mine, when you hold me tight, You are the one who rose me well, Like a beautiful flower and that everyone can tell,

… You are the soft feathers of my swan, Mama you are the precious jewels on my crown, you are the sunset of my days, and the bright, white moonlight of my greys, Mama You are the flowing blood in my veins and You are the gentle soothing for my pains, You were the precious gift from my God, which worths a fortune and heavens on the ground, You are loving and forgiving, These are the qualities of our god we believe in,

© Liba V Karnachi Key Stage 2 Poetry