surinenglish

Secondary poems

  • schoolwork showcase 2021

  • Selected poems sent in by secondary school pupils for the SUR in English Education and Learning supplement. The young writers were asked to use the words 'switch' and 'satisfaction' in their poems

Goodbye

I switch on my phone,
It’s still the early morning,
My heart gives a groan,
with this unbearable longing.

I look at the screen, with heartfelt intent,
Only to be cast down, I still repent,
I shouldn’t have said all the things that I said,
To cause the hurt tears of which you shed.

I stood there that night, looked up at the stars,
The faint smell still lingered of your used cigars,
The look in your eye tells a story so deep,
Forget all your worries I tell myself as I try to sleep.

There’s so much I wanted to say,
I wanted to confess,
All the things that I had been hiding,
No more and no less.

I stood there that night, looked up at the stars,
Wishing I could get rid of these painful scars.
My hands are still shaking as I hold you close,
An embrace that lasts forever as the world around us froze.

This feeling won’t go, it doesn’t seem quite right,
I wish that I could turn back time, back to that night.
Time stands still, like a broken clock,
Like it’s been captured and caged and sealed with a lock.

The cold night air makes our faces white as chalk,
I don’t know what to say but I begin to talk.
Soon the tears begin to fall,
And she turns away to hide her face in her shawl.

The rain comes down, like silver bullets,
Stinging my skin each time one hits,
She glances up and stares deep into my eye,
Then she runs into the night without saying goodbye.

All the world goes quiet,
And I await my reaction,
I want to feel pain,
But instead, I feel satisfaction.

I switch on my phone,
It’s still the early morning,
My heart gives a groan,
with this unbearable longing.

I get up in my bed,
Attempt to shake this feeling of dread,
I glance over at the phone, expecting to see nothing,
But what I see gets my heart pumping.

There’s a message, stark on the screen,
My heart jumps and I let out a scream.
I grasp the phone tight in my hand,
A tear rolls down my cheek because I finally understand.

One word is written,
And when I see it I die,
Because the word that is written,
Is the word,
Goodbye.

Evelyn T, age 13

Sotogrande International School

Nature Documentaries


A bird who can’t fly has left the nest to fall
From a cliffside tree that towers so tall
Unsaved, untouched, life comes to a halt
The cameras who capture, it isn’t their fault.


A cub who has strayed too far from the pack
The cameras can’t aid him on his way back
Alone and unheard, he passes unseen
It’s wild and it’s nature, we can’t intervene


Switch on the television and bystanders behold
Watch nature in all of it’s glory unfold
Newsreels and ads pouring out from the screen
Because us as consumers can not intervene


Except when to drill and to oil and frack
Except to burn trees that we’ll never plant back
To drive to extinction push into earth’s nerve
But in nature films? We must only observe.


So Nature to man consider your action
For soon end the days of our short satisfaction
And if the bird, who, from grace shall fall
The people will watch, doing nothing at all.

Sophie Newton, age 16

Swans International School

Childhood


The fragrance of blossom,
The breeze full of glee,
Nature’s appealing powers
Gently reaching me.


I switch landscapes,
To vast green meadows,
And blithely escape,
From the lurid city’s shadows.


Smiling in the sun,
Laughing in the rain,
Through grassy fields I run,
Feeling thrilled again.


Satisfaction in my veins,
Dazzling mountains to roam,
A place where my childhood remains
When I travel back home.

Irene González del Castillo, age 12

Laude San Pedro International College

Your Eyes


Eyes,
I could see it in your eyes.
Flecks of gold on a midsummers day,
sweeps of green found in the most enchanting of bouquets.
I stared and stared, how could I ever look away?


As beautiful as they were deadly,
they would switch at the dead of night.
When the moon and the stars where one and indivisible,
a tempest in your gaze seemed to ignite.


What was once the very allure of life,
was now a shadow of obsidian.
Any remainder of this enchanting green,
replaced with hues of blue from the pits of oblivion.


Eyes,
I could see it in your eyes.
I guess it fuelled your satisfaction.
In the end it was your very gaze,
nefarious in its core that fuelled me into action.


Spellbound, devious and villainous,
I could see it all in your eyes.
Those hues, shades and flecks of colour,
Were nothing but a mere disguise.

Julieta G, age 16

Sotogrande International School

The Vessel


Waves collided with the vessel
Hurling it, from side to side
Liquid as dark as dusk
Enveloping, the barque
A switch of fate
For the men atop the ship
For their expectations
Were such


They would sail
Among the waves
They would trail
Through endless water
They would dread
The hours of dark
And search
For Man's true treasure


But none of that was achieved
They would, only grieve.
For satisfaction
Was not found
For these men
Were doomed to drown


Waves collided with the vessel
Hurling in, from side to side
And the men whispered
Their final prayers
The ruthless sea
Had come to feed...

Timur Matesuvich, age 13

Swans International School

Eternal torture


I wake up to a day the same as others.
The lie masked sun shining down on me,
Saying the world is anything else but,
The eternal torture that is life...


I deny closing the curtain,
Turning away from thy peak of satisfaction,


Birds chirp unseen through the dark blue curtain.
Depression is unseen to them, happy,
Of the world around them… which is known
As The eternal torture that is life...


I deny putting on earphones,
Turning away from thy peak of satisfaction,


I feel the world judging me and my doings,
Why Is this life and do I want this?
Is it my decision?
The eternal torture that is life…


And as I think I understand more and more,
You only get to live once...


I see the happiness in the world,
No longer stuck in a rhyming, symetric life of my depressing self,
Again, again same day same me but now I have changed I enjoy,
The happiness and karma of life...


I deny sadness and open myself
To the satisfaction and the on switch to a happy living,
And I will bring a stop to the eternal torture that is life,
And embrace,
The happiness and karma of life.

O. P. age 11

Almuñécar International School

Last Year Welcome to 2020


2020 was supposed to be our year,
We didn't fear.


Kobe Bryant died in a helicopter,
Too bad there was no angelic doctor.


Prince Harry and Meghan quit the Royal family.
They tried to live happily.


“Parasites” sweep the Oscars,
Hey! They got the honour.


There were deaths and destructions
None came with instructions.


Australia and its forest fires,
at least they came with forest fighters. 


Then there was a pandemic
With many epidemics.


Police killing Breonna Taylor,
She had a frailer.


George Floud screaming “I can't breathe”
All are full of seethe.


Black lives matter protests,
We were all impressed.


We were all clowns,
We went into lock downs.


I wish last year was a switch,
It's as if we fell in a ditch. 


LGTB rights,
Some had many sleepless nights,
Others had major fights.

 
At least K-pop got recognized, 
They are getting advertised 


This year wasn't filled with satisfaction,
WE ARE ALL TAKING ACTION!

R. P. age 13

Almuñécar International School

Are You Satisfied?


Us in the first world parade around claiming to be free,
Though around our wrists hang the rusting chains of democracy. Across the ocean, a child has died, starved, whilst we praise our “fight for humanity”, Please, hide your hypocrisy.
Are you satisfied? Not me.


We claim that we are people of equality,
After all, this is the 21st century,
Though we continue to judge by colour and sex, do not hide from reality, Welcome to our society.
Are you satisfied? Not me.


We are the first world, we are rich and healthy,
Though all we can offer to those in need is our pathetic sympathy. Blood is on our hands, gallons of it, though remember “we have dignity”. Oh! How we dazzle with our chivalry.
Are you satisfied? Not me.


We need change. Perhaps a switch to anarchy?

Marius K, age 17

Sotogrande International School

A Switch from Dark to Light


A light switch went on,
But it was in my soul,
Though hope has been shattered,
My mind bruised and battered,
Every moment matters,
When life takes its toll.


Fate came along and took away,
My future plans, my health.
But Destiny brought me gifts,
Peace of mind, as my heart lifts,
A light so bright, my own light switch
of satisfaction and inner wealth.


A nurse asks me how I’m feeling,
As my cancer pounds with all its might,
I answer,“on this mountain climb,”
It seems I’m running out of time,
But the beauty of this life is mine,
So I have won the fight.

Irma Mecele

English International College

The Electrons of Love


Love is an electrical circuit
When it’s on it gives you satisfaction.
But, when it switches off
It’s sad and depressing
And you’ll feel the grief of being alone.
But, when it switches back on
It makes you even happier than before.
So maybe instead of dying in your grief,
Wait for another electrical pulse to come
And your heart’s switch will go on
And who knows, it maybe goes on forever?

Luis Rodríguez Bermejo, age 13

Novaschool Sunland International