We hope you enjoy reading these samples of creative writing from English lessons.
Edited by Mrs Rumble and Miss Rumble
Sleeping rough under the stars.
Trying to keep warm.
Only one piece of chocolate left.
Nothing in my life is left.
Explain why; why I am like this?
Cold, hardcore floor.
Old before my time.
Littered my life for nothing.
Dosser is me, danger is coming.
By Carlos Nogueira. Year 8.
A poem about
homelessness inspired
by reading the novel
‘Stone Cold’ by Robert
Swindells
I met Winter. It was cold and frosty; the floor was like floating on ice. Her clothes
were fluffy and cosy; her gloves, hat and scarf kept her warm. As she walked a cold
breeze came towards her face. Although it was cold, it was a beautiful Winter. The
ice was sparkling and shining on her. Her eyes were grey as was her scarf and her
hair was golden blonde; it shone as she walked by. Her cheeks were rosy red, her
skin was pale.
By Ilayda Ahmet. Year 9.
Personification of
the Seasons by Year
8 and 9 students.
As I was walking through the woods,
I saw something amazing.
It was like a whole new Christmas.
Prettier than a snowman,
A beautiful girl wearing a lovely long white dress.
Long silky white hair with the snow surrounding her.
By Eren Mehmet. Year 9.
As I walked through the bright green field,
I saw a lovely girl wearing a yellow dress.
The breeze blew through my hair
And the fresh smell of sunflowers.
Her body was golden from the sun.
Her face was beautiful
Her eyes as blue as the Indian Ocean.
And gleaming white teeth.
By Rhys Bond. Year 9.
I met Winter.
She had a crystal white face and snowballs for her
eyes.
Her sparkling long, fitted dress flew in the Winter’s
breeze.
As she came over to me I saw her crystallised eyes
glare at me.
As the sun came up, she went down. By the time it was bright and shining
She was gone.
By Stanley Hutchins. Year 8.
Go and open the door!
It’s magical inside,
With fairies, elves and pixies.
Go and open the door
Inside you’ll be amazed
Magical flowers, rivers and a
magic type of dust
Go and open the door
Take yourself on a trip
Make yourself amazed
Go and open the door
Believe in the enchanted
Go on open the door!
By Emily Boyle. Year 8.
Writing inspired
after reading a
poem ‘Go and
Open the Door’
Go and open the door…
There’s a man as dangerous as a wild lion
Who would kill you and not be scared.
Go and open the door…
There’s a killer who has taken 50 lives,
And who didn’t think twice.
Go and open the door…
There is a man whose face is wrinkled and scarred,
In places where people tried to defeat him and failed.
Arry Potton. Year 8.
Go and open the door
You will not know what’s behind
It could be happy
It could be sad
Until you open it, you never know what’s there.
Don’t be scared, just turn the handle.
Let the handle creak like a mouse
And let the draught come in.
By Bobby Maloney. Year 8.
As the waves crash; the ship’s masts creak
The rigging crumbles; the ship crying in pain
Stood petrified as the Monster as big as a Titan
Erupted from the ocean deep.
All light was gone, all candles blown out
The Colossus Demon rose up above the ship:
Every last man in the crew paralyzed with fear
Blood ice, bodies stone.
Above, in the heavens, all horrors exploded,
Like a monsoon sent by Zeus himself: no mercy shown
No good left in the world; all hope a distant dream.
The giant octopus-like beast: the Kraken
Green murky moss: sewer-like stench, Leviathan creature
Screeching in deafening tones; crashing,
Crunching our souls down into the depths
Hades waiting to welcome our crumbled
bones.
By Ben Beckley. Year 7. Miss Linden’s class.
A verse inspired by
Tennyson’s poem 'The
Kraken'.
There was a crazy woman from Kent
Who gave up chocolate for Lent.
She became very thin
And fell into a bin
Which caused a very big dent.
By Billy Howe. Year 7.
There was a young boy called Billy.
A limerick is a form
of five-line poetry
with a strict rhyme
scheme (AABBA).
He was always being silly.
He ate loads of flies
Washed down with some fries.
Isn’t that a bit silly Billy?
By Harry Dennard. Year 7.
I dream of a big win on the lottery.
I’d buy a motorbike and some pottery.
Diamonds for Mum
Cars for Dad
And for me a very nice pad.
By Jack Brazier. Year 7.
Walking about the sad side of town,
I’m always found wandering around.
Until I see a car roll by
I walk over to it, hear the children cry.
I place my face on the window screen,
And then smile with shining glee.
When the driver pulls away
I guess I go back to my alley way.
By Bobby Maloney. Year 8.
Based on ‘The Clown
Punk’ poem by
Simon Armitage, this
is an alternative
version from the
Punk’s point of view.