English Junior Cert - Poetry Notes
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Poems Written by Students
The Animal Kingdom |
The Animal Kingdom |
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Look at the world, look at the war.
We are predators trying to catch our prey, we are hunters to the core. The world is stormy, the trees start to sway. In the wild it is everyone for themselves, Look at the world we’re inheriting, it’s a conundrum. We want money in our pockets and trophies on our shelves, Hear the hissing and growling of an animal kingdom? By Abby O’Farrell 
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No light likes to shine down here.
The cries and screams the jungle makes The whizzing shadows, no one can seer. Each movement is watched, every breathe you take. Angry thorns entwine around your feet, Damp shrubbery sinks you below, Droplets of water sink to the peet, A whistle from the wind never blows. A slow reveal through the leaves. Glowing eyes. Striped fur. Paws narrow closer, he misconseives. My future is death, the last stare at the tiger. By Ciaran Coyne |
ShowLights glimmering at your face,
The sound of the music, The curtain is opening, Butterflies in my tummy, Out I step on to the stage, To sing and dance, And to hear the applause by Ronan Kempson Gaelic FootballI’m not your ordinary, typical girl,
I dont need a boy to rock my world. Just hand me a football and a pair of gloves, I’ll show you my life, the life that I love. People say I’m “too in love” as if I have an obsession, Just because in all my years I’ve never missed a training session. See, Gaelic is my only break, my pause from reality, Its the only place that doesn’t judge on looks and popularity. Most girls just want to grow up, marry rich and be beautiful, my goal is to captain for Dublin, win leagues, be successful. Gaelic to me isn’t just any sport, pastime or hobby, its my livelihood, my life, literally my one and only. Since the start Gaelic’s never left me, thick and thin its been there through. Its never ditched me or back stabbed me, Now can I say the same about you? I’ve given gaelic all my devotion, It holds my life, my love and all my emotions. Its made me laugh, cheer, sing and cry. I gave it my life, this poem tells you why. by Alanna McGarry 
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WarThe blood of our men stains the grass,
All you can hear is the cries of men and whizzing of bullets, Each step we take is another step towards our graves, Each man down is another family crying back at home. It seems like the sun never shines, All you can see are bodies scattered, And guns poking out of the trenches, Of the men too afraid of dying. We did nothing wrong, so why are we being punished? I'd hate to be the one to tell a child his father is dead, And to see the life drain from their eyes, And the tears dripping down their faces. Why are we the ones fighting this battle? Instead of the ones who started it? They should be out here, Not us, Not innocent people! by Alex McCullagh 
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