The Winning Poems

Well done to the students who produced the winning poems from our More Able and Talented Day at Newcastle University.

Pride

The feeling of jubilation
Tingling through our bones,
As we explore the joys of celebration
Families go wild in their homes

They stand as a representation
For all that can be heard
We come together as a nation
All out passion transferred

We look to them as inspiration
Leaders before our eyes
For they provide us with motivation
As a country will rise

As it approaches the finishing line,
The final and the end,
We return back to normal,
For the title we defend

Alex Bowden and Katie Jones (Tanfield School)


Better Spent

Football;
A game of sport,
some fun,
Poverty,
Slums, disease,
guns.

The players kick,
the homeless beg.
Could the money not be spent
somewhere else instead?

The poverty grows,
as nationalism surmounts,
A child is lost, with each
raising flags.

The stadium stands,
as another family starves.
Which footballer
will cover the cost?

It’s a lot of money,
to spend on a sport
with all the needy and ill.
Can’t the money be better spent,
on the needy in Brazil?

Katie Coverdale – South Shields Community School

What’s the point?

People shouting,
People cheering,
All for one team.

Crazed fans,
Obsessed fans,
All for one team.

It unites,
But makes fights,
So, what’s the point?

Paid millions
To run across a field
People pay billions,
To see that field.

It unites,
But makes fights,
So, what’s the point?

Poverty starts to rein the land,
Homeless and hungry,
It’s time to make a stand,
Tourists take the money.

It unites,
But makes fights,
So, what’s the point?

Why pay so much for one sport?
There’s people out there who need more support.

Hannah Watson North Durham Academy

Ignorance

Where did the money go?
It was spend on this area.
While poverty breaks families,
For mum, it destroys her.

Millions spent to pay their wage,
Playing games for an age,
To pay their super-star lifestyle,
To win a pointless title.

Children are vulnerable and dying,
He shoots.. ooh! It’s a miss,
The suffering’s cries are drowned out by football
Oh, this ignorance is a bliss.

Alex Fryer – North Durham Academy

A very well done to all of our poets, they were a pleasure to be with, and they show great potential and we hope that the university experience will inspire them to continue in their studies at university level.

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