Creative Space – Poetry

BUZZY BEE! by Martyn

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I start my journey after watching a dance,
Then I head hurriedly to the entrance.
Taking off from the hive I start with a dive,
Then up into the air I go feeling so alive.

My wings they flap so very fast,
Taking me up into the sky so vast.
They flap so fast they are a fuzz,
Making the sound of a loud buzz.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

The bees and I have got our bearing,
Now we have our actual heading.
This is the direction we need to go,
The dance I saw told me so.

So over a wall and past some trees,
I fly along with other bees.
Keeping level over the grass,
We bees will fly together and amass.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

Following each other into the garden,
Our sensors suddenly sharpen.
Through the gate and round the tree,
Flying around wild and free.

Over the hedge and over the path,
Stopping a moment at the bird bath.
A sip of water to hydrate,
My wings do flap and vibrate.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

I take off again wholly replenished,
Into the air with a sudden flourish.
Across the grass and over the tables,
Around the trellis and through the lattice.

Briefly skimming the magnificent bluebells.
Where apple and pear trees calmly dwells.
Round the roses white and red,
Up and over the garden shed.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

Skimming the roof and feeling the updraft,
I leave behind the shed to aft.
Over the gazebo full of vine,
Held together with string and twine.

Back down to the ground and over the mound,
Around the children’s playground.
Diving here and tucking in there,
Keeping out of the suns glare.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

Must be careful as there are birds about,
Don’t want to be eaten as I go about.
Looking out for flowers with pollen,
Some to me look totally foreign.

Around the pond and past the Iris,
Buzzing around like it’s a crisis.
Along the path and over the fence,
And into the hedge so very dense.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

Out and up into the sky,
Higher and higher I fly.
I know around here there is something I want,
I’ll know it in an instant.

Below I see the flower I want,
Standing proud as if rampant.
A plant of great character,
It’s the amazing sight of the lavender.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

The lavender flower drawing me in,
The pollen I can take to my sovereign.
Its beautiful flowers full of pollen,
When I land on them they feel like soft cotton.

I gather up a bountiful supply,
Then take it back on wing so high.
Speed is essential on my journey,
To bring this pollen home and make honey.

Buzzy Bee, Buzzy Bee,
Looking for pollen to make lots of honey.

So over the garden and around the tree,
Over the tables to the cemetery.

I see the dead hedge with hive within,
And my home contained therein.

My hive I see all gleaming and white,
With other bees taking flight.
I land on the ledge with pollen abounding,
My mission a success and resounding.

My hive is the place to be Bee!

By Martyn


The beauty of beauty By Ria

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Beauty is everywhere
In the wind rain and sun
It takes us on journeys
We will only see once.

Beauty isn’t skin deep
It lives in our hearts
It surrounds our souls
It makes us whole.

Beauty belongs to us all
It runs free
It can be anything
You want it to be.

By Ria


The days By Ria

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Days run away
We can’t keep them forever
They stay in our hearts
And our souls together.

Days live always true
For always of us often happy
Sometimes sad and blue
They will hurt at times.

Days can be so alive
Full of energy and more
Making us strive
Full of spark galore.

Days can be slow
Dreary and dark
Without beautiful glow
That we seem to crave.

Days mean we are here
Held in this world
Days raise a cheer
With love and gratitude.

By Ria


Taking Care By Ria

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Take care of yourself
There will only ever be
One of you in this world
You can love the others too
Enjoy what you do
But don’t forget
To look after you
As you go along
Look after one
You need to be strong
So be caring and kind
But do not ever leave yourself behind
Be sure love the others
But look after your own Mind
And your body and soul
Everywhere you go.

By Ria


Childhood- The dreams of seasons By Ria

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At five years old
I’m walking along
The wind is strong
The leaves fly
All around the air
The colours everywhere
I just know
Autumn is here.

At five years old
I battle through the
Glistening pure white
Crisp and sparkling snow
It reaches my hips
The coldness I do not feel
I’m so wrapped up
And entranced by it all.

At five years old
The cold is lessening
Just a slight chill
In the fresh lovely air
Spring is here and
The sun peeps shyly
The daffodils stand proudly
In all their glory.

At five years old
The sun is blazing
Summer has blasted through
And it is amazing
The paddling pool is up
Beautiful colourful flowers everywhere and bees
I play without a care
In the wonderful heat.

By Ria


Untitled by Julie

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I lived in the overgrown garden of a house vacated long before,
roots firmly planted in the hard and rocky ground.
My leaves, were smooth and slightly waxy, which let the raindrops run away.
I bore pink blossom at the start of Spring and fruit around the month of May.
Ants ran along the branches in which we, as children played.
Wasps flew in a frenzy about the delicious, sticky fruit
Young trespassers’, treasured memories made.

Untitled by Julie

Written in response to Southbank Centre’s ‘Art by Post’ Project


*Poetry which depicts the personal thoughts and/or feelings of the writer

Dance in the Rain By Ria

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Be who you are
Be yourself
Be nobody else
Be unique
Have no shame
Dance in the rain
Fly in the wind

By Ria


Deep in thought By Ria

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Alone this morning
Deep in thought
After the yawning
Came to an end.

I lay here day dreaming
Pondering life
No sun beaming
Through my windows.

I dream of the past present and future
I dream my dreams
I dream of the structure
That I once had.

I think of the world
And the way it is now
Changing forever
Crisis bringing us together.

I think of myself
I think of others
I think of the way
The world can be another.

By Ria


Run from fear By Ria

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Run from fear
It doesn’t belong here.
Run from fear
If it pains you.
Run from fear
Don’t let it grip.
Run from fear
It has no place.
Run from fear
And all it causes.

By Ria


Morning verse By Ria

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Early mornings can be a
Blessing and a curse
They can make you feel
Wonderful or worse.

Early mornings the sun comes up
In a beautiful rise.
I love to watch this
Even though so tired.

Early mornings bring a
Beautiful new day
Don’t let the bad stuff
Get in your way.

By Ria


Numbers 1 to 10 By Martyn

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Is the ocean Safe!? By Benjamin

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Swimming is good swimming is life because you get stronger every time.

You need goggles, swimming hats and a swimming costume to wear.

I really love swimming but definitely not in the ocean. Water is life. Water is life.

Why is the ocean not safe? Why?

These species can harm you within the ocean: Sharks, Jelly Fish, Sea Birds and Piranha Fish.

They will gobble you up like a bit of meat to feast on.

In front of me was a big bright blue swimming pool which is much safer than the ocean.

Down below this ocean looked like an empty mysterious town. It was Blue, Grey, Green and with beautiful colours. Something is shining heavily above the sky – I wonder what it could be?

By Benjamin


Music is My Comedy By Benjamin

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In this life of music, it was magical, set in South- East London where I became a popstar comedian.

This day started with singing in the daylight of the stage light at the town centre.

The weekend flew by as fast as a Chimpanzee eating a banana treat.

I’m singing my life away like a star wishing upon the sky of this important day is the best day of my life.

I heard a knock at the front door I wonder who could it be? the door open. ‘’Hello it’s Me Tom I was in your pocket this whole time I cannot believe you didn’t notice that was silly thing to do.

The last day of my music club it was fandabbydozy I became a ventriloquist, comedian, all around performer that can sing, act, dance, tell jokes and do impression of different voices isn’t that right my best friend Tom the Sock Puppet. ‘’ Yes, yes, I cannot believe you said that but it’s true we are brilliant let’s celebrate see you next time to all our fans’’.

By Benjamin