6/10/16 Poetry - Matt Windle https://mattwindle.wordpress.com

[WP Central]

Bottled up

Infuse dialogue with furnaced sand and tie tightly

Submerged words are worthless

As are feelings that fall short of eardrums

Empty writings locked up are prisoners

Sea surrounded 

[WP Central]

But when the waves settle down

 the bottle surfaces on the shore

and lays in the sand

awaiting to have its message released

 

And when the feelings are uncapped

And the message reaches the sky

All is well because the words have surfaced

And the feelings are reunited with the souls

Sara Beth C., Jakayla R., Melinda J., Ayana B, Carmel Hill Education Fund, Louisiana

[Annalise Taylor]

The sound of the waves flowing in the beautiful blue sea

All the good feelings you feel there in the sea shore

Pulling the message back to the souls

The waves pull the bottle back to the sea

The soft and rough texture of sand on my hand

I love to walk by the seashore

And watch the waves in motion

I love the sea in all its moods

On the clean white sand so bare

Jana and Fares, International Community School

[Nicola Gowing]

But sometimes the sea can crash and tumble

Denying the message of it’s destination

Hiding all the secrets

Of the bottles information

Although the sea has power

It might be used in the wrong way

But I still visit the sea, each and every day

When the sea is calm, it’s beauty is supreme

In fact the most beautiful thing of all

It's like the beach is a real life daydream

 Dylan         Great Yarmouth High School: UK

[Simone Pope]

Although the truth must not be held lightly;

I must keep it in the grasp that I hold.

The sorrowful tales of futures untold;

I shall hold this secret until my hands are cold.

 

Submerged words are worthless;

Likewise to unknown wisdom.

So the darkness grew between us;

The words she would have liked to have said,

Was never what she ever said.

 

Submerged words are worthless;

But the truth must not be held lightly.

Homes destroyed and hearts broken;

Possessions taken - families too.

We children don’t know who;

What is left for us to do?

Now that my horror was lived through in the dark;

My mind is traumatised by that mark.

 

Submerged words are worthless;

Likewise to unknown wisdom.

Her life now a mess;

Her best friend now caressed.

 

And at best she was depressed.

 

She would not be missed;

For a white boy kiss.

 

Is this what she intended at best?

 

Submerged words are worthless;

Likewise to unknown wisdom;

Although the truth must not be held lightly.

We people from all around the world;

All have secrets that we hold.

But now all of those are finally told;

Take those secrets that we are without.

 

Follow your own path.

 

By Joe  and Megan, Woolmer Hill, Haslemere, UK

[Ruan Peat]

But sometimes the sea can crash and tumble

denying the message of it's seal

A souls message left to dissolve

Some words will never be heard

Lost to the sea.

by Hollie, Carys, Bethany and Megan, Wick High School Scotland