Thursday 3rd October marked National Poetry Day. The theme this year is Truth. All children from Reception to Year 8 have been invited to enter a poem in a school competition. Below you will find some of winning poems which challenge the reader to reflect upon truth. EC.
The Truth by Maddie R – Year 8 (Winner)
When we were little,
Our realities were false.
Tiny lies were told to us,
We believed them in our hearts.
Watching in the night,
For a man upon a sleigh.
And the wings of a small fairy,
Who took our teeth away.
Looking in the wardrobes,
For amazing other worlds.
Or rabbits in the garden,
Hiding eggs with chocolate whirls.
Whispers, whispers in the dark,
We slowly found out Truth.
And when we found out it shocked us,
We thought it was uncouth.
Did it break our hearts,
When we found out the Truth?
Our imaginations, too far gone,
For us to even care …
So what’s the point of wishing,
If our wishes are not there?
The Truth and the Lies by Isaac M – Year 8
My father said to me once,
‘Always tell the truth.’
I admired and respected him,
Adhered to his advice so
Closely. But when you try not
To lie, you often fail, as I did.
You may say that telling the truth
Is easy, natural as well.
But how many times have you lied?
Many, I would guess. To tell a lie is
Almost compulsory, a rule to which
We follow without knowing.
What would our world be without
Lies, deceit, cheating? A paradise
Surely? But lying, to our sub-conscience,
Seems reasonable; a way to save ourselves
From punishments and disaster.
A way to keep our relationships.
What is truth anyway? How can we
Perceive it? Is lying naturally in its
Own way the truth? How can we say for
Sure what is true and what isn’t?
And how do you know I haven’t
Lied in this poem?
Truth Anna E – Year 6
Truth is the heart of a word.
Truth is the fire that blazes in the darkroom of lies.
Truth takes the story and makes it reality.
In many words truth is mortal and lies are a fantasy.
But the truth is always true.
Truth by Eve L – Year 6
Truth is the tears flooding from your heart when you are despair
It is risk taking, heartbreaking and star-making
It is the scrawls in your diary
It is that show-stopping moment when the thing you have dreamed about,
comes true
It is the blue blood running through no-one’s veins
It is the possibility to scribe the universe.
It is the echo of ignorance in a life of light
It is death
It is the garden of Eden, at Mulu caves
It is when a refugee arrives at your home, and turns it into theirs
It is the opposite yet the same
It is the Zephyr
It is written in your eyes.
