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Faces
The spindly hands ticked slowly round the clock face,
As the rhythm of time echoed round the room.
Moonlight shone through the open windows,
But no owls or crickets broke the silence of the night.
The dew- covered grass glinted like crystals.
A deep, dark orange light on the horizon shone.
The luminous numbers of the clock face glowed fluorescent green,
All was peaceful and still until…
Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!
The morning shone!
By Dominic Noble
Denial about Faces
Faces always watching me,
They’re in the shadows, can’t you see?
They watch me every day and night,
Until they go I can’t sleep right.
They’ve ghostly eyes and features too,
Oh, believe me its really true.
I feel afraid everywhere,
Why me, oh, it is so unfair.
I need to gat away somehow,
I really need to leave right now,
Before they get me, quick you go,
Hide yourself before they show.
By Bethan Hunt
A Cliff’s Time
Gradual recedence,
Caused by constant collapse,
In a war that cannot be won!
And as ferocious as that of Heaven and Hell itself!
Destroying villages as it retreats in the face of its enemy,
An unstoppable enemy to which it has lost many friends,
Whom it longs to join like a soldier for his dead friends,
Yet compelled to stay by the generals of nature,
Like a front against its enemy the sea,
While all the time gazes across the ocean,
Waiting, for the end to come.
By Neil Cockburn
When will I Return?
We don’t know where we’re going but we can’t come back.
The seas a-sloshing round us as the boat begins to track.
The sun lights up the morning like a diamond in the sky.
A thrill seems to explode!
But why?
The dares for new adventure sneaking up my back!
A thousand eyes of water pursue us to
Where?
The glittering oceans – see the salt –spray fly!
The fish dancing under us to
What?
The time is swiftly ticking by: hour’s days and weeks!
When we get there we’ll respect the
But when?
By Rhian Frith
Faces
My mum’s got a long spiky nose
My dad’s got a pink piggy nose
I’ve got a squashed button nose
and my sister’s got the perfect nose.
My mum’s got goggly eyes
My dad’s got glasses
I’ve got small, plain eyes
and my sister’s got big hazel eyes with long black eyelashes.
My mum’s got pink clown’s lips
My dad’s got a moustache
I’ve got chapped, cracked lips
and my sister’s got big red kissy lips.
My mum’s short and plump
My dad’s tall and thin
I’m fat with skinny legs and am always on a diet
My sister eats what she wants and is still as slim as a model!
By Annie Dent
Faces in a Restaurant
A hard working chef
With a small Italian moustache,
Is carrying a dozen wine bottles
From all over the world.
A business man with an associate
His brown eyes peering through his glasses,
At the large, leather-covered menu.
A family on a night out
The dad sighing heavily,
As the children don’t act their age
But their shoe size.
The skilful waitress
Smiling a Mona Lisa smile,
As she spins an empty tray on her finger.
The bar maid smiling falsely
As she shakes the martini like an engine,
And talks to the drunken customers.
A minstrel plays his guitar
Like a bird sings in the morning,
He gives a rose as red as the sunset
To a woman with her sighing husband.
By Simon George
The Cliff Face
Closer…closer loomed the cliff face.
Every detail coming closer.
Sand on your hand to keep your grip.
Closer…closer loomed the cliff face.
Muscles straining, heart thumping, fingers stretching
And toes aching.
Higher…higher I climbed the cliff face.
Closer…closer loomed the toe.
Nearly there, nearly to the top.
The top of the cliff where the air is sweet
Where my friend and I arranged to meet.
By Joe Madders
How to Paint a Face
First draw a slightly oval, tanned face,
With lines to place the ears and the nose.
Add two slightly pointed ears.
Create two brilliant bright eyes
Under two finely shaped eyebrows
And long, fluttery, curled eyelashes.
The nose will be perfectly placed
And just the right size.
Add a wide mount with a great smile.
Improved by a set of gleaming white teeth,
On top of a cheery, chiselled chin.
To finish with,
Add a lot of shimmering golden curls.
By Livi Sibly
Faces on the Train
A smart bank manager,
With a tanned, worried face,
Because his bank has been robbed.
A proud housewife,
With a glad, happy face with a smudge o lipstick,
Excited because all the brass has been cleaned.
A tidy Schoolboy,
A frightened, worried face peeping out from his bushy hair,
Worried about his first day at school.
An old lady,
A happy lady with her white hair curled,
Thinking about her warm cup of tea, which awaits her at home.
A muddy farmer,
With straw in his hair,
Thinking about how he is going to weigh his cattle ready for Market.
A little baby,
Her smiling, grinning face peering out
From under her little pink frilled hat
Being fascinated by her fingers and toes!
By Hannah Morgen
Footfall
Worn, comfy
A long
Tongue
Licking
Feet
Eyes blinded by
Laces,
A battered
Sole.
Silent as a
Stone
For no mount is seen
A thousand steps every day
Trudging
Ever onward.
By Alex Mathie
The Boy
A boy in my class is always so lonely; he’s always so quiet and ever so sad,
His face is unreal, can your put your hand right through it?
Unpleasant and just so spiteful and yet sometimes you pity him,
When you look at him closely,
Thoughts are then quickly shattered by the tone of his icy words shouted at you for staring at him,
Your thoughts are then no wonder he has no friends, he is just like a Monday, there when you don’t need him.
He always looks grubby as if nobody cares,
His thick greasy hair swept over those small evil eyes.
There was boy in my class, nobody liked him, nobody cared.
He has left now but where we don’t know, its like
he never existed, like a ghost in the air!
By Becky Heywood
Faces on the Train
On the train…
Faces passing,
Ugly, pretty,
Wrinkled, fresh.
Thinking on the train,
Of what they’re feeling,
If they’re happy,
Lonely, sad.
Getting off the train,
Remembering faces,
Smiling bright or
Lost and gone.
Familiar faces from a distance,
Melt away on a different train,
I will miss these faces,
Will we meet again?
Who knows?
By Xander Drury
Faces
When I began at the
Cathedral School
Some of the faces
Were seriously cool,
Many were solemn,
A few were glad
So many faces
It drove me mad.
Faces to the left
Faces to the right
They gave me such a
Terrible fright
Would I ever
Know them all
Or be forever sitting
On the Number One wall
Rosy cheeks
And smiley eyes
Chattering lips
That hypnotise
Friendly faces
In my form
At last I felt
Cosy and warm
Some faces were young
And some were older
Some faces were shy
And some were bolder
My face was happy
I was glad to be hear
Shame about the spot
Under my right ear
