Ode to Me
Through careful eyes
I watch the world
Watch every step
Think about every turn
Many people pass me by
Hang on to some
Let others fly.
As these around me come and go
There’s more of me for me to know
I’m always here but in the end
All that matters are my friends
Little kids – they jump around
Until the fall and hit the ground
The difference is – they get back up
While we say that we’re out of luck
Little kids are nice and free
While we conform to misery
It’s up to you to look around
And pick yourself up off the ground
They laugh and jump so gleefully
We don’t see the light will come eventually
Don’t worry – don’t cry
Life will pass you by
Don’t follow the crowd
Go make yourself proud
Sadness traps you
Set yourself free
Life is amazing
Just you wait and see
So sing, so dance
Let go of the past
Because nothing will
Ailbhe, Katie, Orla & Ruth
I strive to win, you excel to succeed.
I win the battles, but you end the war.
Your big words may cause fights,
But even in the darkest times we still sacrifice.
I’ve been afraid, I’ve suffered pain,
But a phone call away and I know it’ll be okay.
Take off your mask, don’t be embarrassed,
For the next time a wave hits, we will just get wasted.
Ode to Me (Eh.)
I like things, that makes me me
No one likes the same things as me
That makes me more me.
The things I like have made me me
But I also like these things because I am me.
It is a never ending circle
Of liking and making.
Ode To Me
I am a proud person
I am English
A military brat
I read Shakespeare on car journeys
I sleep with only one sock on
I cry when I laugh
And laugh when I cry
I eat sweetcorn from the can
And love theatre more than a sane person
I can say the Greek alphabet
And take pictures of every bridge I see
I don’t care what people think
Of my weird quirks
I am a proud person
And I am proud of that.
Our manifesto, equality, love, happiness, acceptance, connection, conservation, perception.
Balance. Like a leaf atop a pool of water or a person on a ledge, the world at her feet with the thought that no one can stop her.
Equality. Girl, boy, black, blue, upside down, inside out, straight, bent, diagonal. What are you? Do I care?
The Earth supplies your need not your greed. Bring back the equality, back the balance. Every stream polluted, every dream deluded. This dream of ours sees oceans, full of fish that will no longer make it to our dish.
The fruits of the land are not infinite. Our future ceasing to exist is definite, if action is not taken.
The wish for the concrete jungle, to merge and become one, interlocking with nature like the hands of our sons.
Your thighs jiggle? Your nose is bent? These thoughts are trivial. You need to realise that you are sent, for a reason, a purpose, a being with a cause. A person with their life in their hands, leaving marks on the Earth like footprints in the sand.
This dream does not have to remain a dream, if not our reality only ends in fatality.
Le Squad (J.A.K.A.L) Salerno
Why is it that we have to fit in
Not controversial or different, having a voice is a sin
Uniformity, not originality, that’s what we hear
Sit straight, dress right, that’s it my dear.
Why is it that we’re never good enough
Anorexia, bulimia, you’ve had too much pudding love
She’s not pretty, she’s an awful bore
I’ve heard that your one over there is an absolute whore.
Why is it that there’s so much pressure
Wanting “A” grades whilst still smiling like a Cheshire
Med students in Harvard, that’s their expectations
We’re going to crack, everyone has their limitations.
Why is it that we’re not just open
It’d be so much easier, people wouldn’t end up broken
But that’s how it is, this is the world we live in
Everyone’s the same but we want to be different .
There are not enough boxes
To fit everyone in
No label that suits you
Society’s focused on
Having you stereotyped
But they haven’t quite realised
That the boxes don’t fit
And when you leave your box
And tear off your label
People don’t understand
And hate you for it.
The world is filled with
Who aren’t recognised
For who they are
What they are
And what they can become.
To be gay you have to love musicals
To be lesbian you can’t have long hair
Men cannot become fashion designers
And women not engineers
The Irish get drunk every night
All Americans are fat
The French are rude
And Nigerians lazy
Nerd, gay, punk,
Woman, man, Italian,
Why does it matter
What you look like
Where you come from
How does it effect
Who you are
How you’re treated
And what you can be
You might have no box
You might be a bit of everything
Or something entirely new
But in the end you are you
And the hardest part is owning that,
Why me, the one call late at night,
To tell me that you missed me.
I sigh and twirl my hair,
Suddenly confused over all your care.
Why me, the one you talk to most,
We talk about the most random things in life.
I don’t know what to do,
Because I don’t even know if I hate you…
I find it hard to express my feelings
I wonder what we could be,
I just ask myself why, why me?
Dream Chasers and Dream Haters
I’m sick of being told to chase my dreams,
Then being shot down by people who ran away from theirs
Simply because they’re scared to see me
More happy than they’ll ever be.
Teachers say “do what you need for your career”
But if that’s the case, why are there no arts here.
Academia is forced upon everyone
When painting is really their number one
Or all they want is to be up on the stage
But no, we all just memorise words off some bullshit page.
Students everywhere being told their wrong
But, really, nobody knows what is right.
An “ideal life” is laid out in front of us
By a crooked society that claims to be honest
But we all know that the lies are told by the ones
Who are always “supportive and accepting”
Who are outwardly equal, but in their own minds
They think the obscenities that they claim to rewind.
Our “perfect” life is set out by people
Who, secretly, long for a life that could have been.
So, really, our generation is growing up
Looking to become people who continuously messed up
But claim to be “happy” in their stable job and stable income
Looking back on a previous life and who they could’ve become
And dream about what could have been theirs
What should have been theirs
But now they’re just dream haters.
How to get that face?
that’s put us all in some race
but once your late ,
you could behind something great,
that face, either of success,beauty or that certain glow
that you’ll never achieve being slow.
What’s behind the face that is now?
hopefully you know before the crowd.
Sally Ann O’Malley
Somewhere In Ireland
Somewhere in Ireland there is a boy
downing a naggin in front of his friends
to seem cool.
Thinking whys life got to be so cruel.
I need this to have fun
I need this to help me run
from the problems that await him at school.
At home his mom uses the same technique
the same struggle to drink so quick
Somewhere in Ireland a girl decides
to take a big step with her boyfriend
who loves her so but loves her more
if she puts on a show.
Since when did sex measure love?
It has become all push and shove
in these relationships from above.
His a gift from God but claim him quick
Do you really want to take the risk?
The risk of that starts with 9 months
but lasts a lifetime.
He can run and you’re left no longer the virgin nun.
These are the foundations that our generation
is being built upon.
The boy who is nothing without drink
The girl who’s nothing more between her legs
What future could these kids possibly think awaits them.
Boys, bums, boobs, banter, bollocks
These bastards are the bane of my existence.
Degrading, disrespectful, dumb, depressing,
They cause demolition and downward spirals.
Insensitive, insignificant, irritating, irrelevant,
Irresponsible, immature and intimidating.
In love with the WRONG girl.
Selfish, stupid, silly, sly, sexual, standoffish, sarcastic,
Surprise, surprise, still in love with the WRONG girl
Wankers, when will they learn?
I Don’t Have Time For This
I don’t have time for this,
Us teenage girls we’re not the same
I’m sick of being put down because of my age
I demand your respect not your attention
I don’t have time for this.
I’m not too young to understand
I don’t care that you paid three hundred euro because your shoes are a brand
I’m not too young to feel stressed.
Stop looking at me as though my brain is hallow,
These are not the best days of my life.
I don’t have time for this
We’re not all the same
Eyebrows are not priority but I do like to keep mine tame,
I’m sick of people asking me why I still play sport.
I don’t have time for this.
It’s hard to believe you have crept up to the age of 82
It seems only years 10 difference between me and you
Your youthful warm personality along with your jolly giggle
Your great big smiles while your oxygen tube wiggles.
It’s hard for me to see that you now need my help with your old basic chores
Whether it’s painting your nails
Cleaning your face, tucking you in or helping you bake
We enjoy each other’s company any time and place
It’s hard to see you get weaker and weaker as time goes by
But saying that your personality still shines
Through your heart and straight into mine
Just like putting cotton in the eye of a needle
Which you often ask me to do as your sight gets weaker.
It’s hard to realize that someday
There will be no more goodbye kisses or hugs
Only my prayers to you above.
We all have to go one day, it’s just a fact of life
On your day I trust that you will be safe
Because of all the prayers that you say.
I know for a fact that Jesus along with the angels and saints
Will have the pleasure of finally meeting you
To guide and protect you on your way,
Through the soft white clouds of heaven above
Looking down surrounding us with your Presence and Love
Thank you Grandma
For all the priceless memories that we have made
It’s not hard to believe that they will never fade.
It Isn’t Fair
It isn’t fair what they say
That I’m lazy every day
That I’m bored and never nice
They always have to say it twice
That I’m always in a switch
And always acting like a bitch
It just isn’t fair to me.
There is so much pressure
Constantly tired and not knowing why
Be successful, don’t fail.
‘Do your best’ they say, but your best isn’t good enough
Things go bad out of nowhere
Loneliness hits hard
Always biting nails and overthinking things
Not understanding how I feel.
I am moody, sometimes, but I am happy
Ups and downs, that’s how it goes
That’s life, they say
Don’t waste your time.
Surround yourself with good people who understand you.
It Will All Pass
It’s the teenage years
Let’s bring out the fears
Of trying to impress your peers
By drinking the odd beer.
Then comes school
Where breaking the rules makes you cool
And the teachers stress
Makes your life a mess
When it comes to boys
They treat us like toys
They’re all selfish pricks
Up to their own tricks.
Girls all want to look one way
Exercise everyday, don’t go astray
Thin legs and a thigh gap
I need to get them ASAP.
E to L to E to N to A
That’s my name, say it again
Walking down the street with the tunes in my feet
Hitting all the kids with my fleek ass feet
Don’t ask me to smile because your never going to rhyme
bump into me you better worship me
I’ve the knowledge in the brain and know I’m insane
People call me crazy but I think your getting haz
Lets start with the fam who acknowledge me
Bowing down to me because I’m a queen bee
Elena’s my name and golf is my game
Getting them pars like I’m living on Mars.
There’s two sides to every story
Walk down the street of Balamory
Which door do you take
Which door do you enter
Look from every window stop being self-centred.
You can’t look down an alley and expect to see the world
You can’t go to Antarctica and be like ‘shit dude it’s cold’
People these days always be thinkin’ they’re holy
But it’s a metaphor ya!
Like Augustus Waters down the alley with a sly rollie.
You call me a sinner but you’re giving me hell
You think you’re an angel but remember Lucifer fell.
Kelly McCall, Daria Michalik & Xara Drury
Ode To Me
As little as a critter
With dreams as big as a house
Never knowing whether to go for it
Never knowing when to pounce.
Music is one hell of an escape,
That tends to fill my big gape.
A hole that’s been dug so deep,
That tends to go away with sleep.
Writing songs and stories is kind of fun
Although very often mine come out dumb.
Ode to Me
I probably need to pee
But that’s not all of me
It might be all you see
Emo is my history
But lets move past this mystery
Watch me whip and nae nae
‘Cause all my friends are gay gay
(not me tho xo)
Now I’ll go eat another Oreo.
Ode To Me
Don’t dare call me Jean,
I don’t eat no greens,
But I am a lean green machine,
King Lear ain’t got nothing on me,
Because I am Jean.
I’ve got the skill and I’ve got the speed,
Get in my way and I’ll ruin your day.
I drive a Herbie with my main man Fergie,
Into sixth gear, here’s to our third year.
Taking shots more than hockey squats,
Join the dots,
Because I’m just that hot.
Ode To Me
I am a nerd
I have big glasses
I spend my life
Avoiding the masses
I have red hair
That’s pretty snazz
I like music
But just not jazz
I like words
They sometimes rhyme
I’m trying to keep
This all in time
I haven’t said
Much about me
What a pity
That’s how it’ll be
This is my poem
It’s not very good
I think I’m done now
Let’s play stuck in the mud
Ode To Me
I’m a person
That’s pretty cool
I don’t know
I don’t like school
I like music
I like sleep
I like reading
That’s just me
I’m scared of people
Some of them suck
I spend most of my time
With my nose in a book
I don’t know what else to say
Have a good day.
Ode to Me
I’m fairly lazy,
I don’t know what to say,
But I’ll give it a go
The names quite common but that doesn’t stop em’… from spelling it wrong,
I like to have a good time maybe a margarita with some lime,
You could say I’m in love with food cause’ to be honest it’s better than a dude,
Cheeky booj with my favs, it’s all I ever crave,
Now I gotta go cause’ I’m off to a rave.
Aisling’s my name
And I’m pretty insane
Look at my mane
It can not be tamed.
I’m a bank official
That’s never been fishin’
Hook that bait
The haters gonna hate.
Keep em racing cause I’ll be pacing.
I have one Buddy
You could say that’s funny
Cause its quite funny.
I guess that’s me down to a tee.
I am Emma,
I can sort out any dilemma,
I’m never in a mood because i always eat comfort food.
I want to be a doctor,
I almost died in-front of mt mom and it shocked her
I love to shop,
but now I have to hop
because I ran out of money and my friends find it funny
Ode to Me
My name is Ana,
This is an ode to me.
Gonna write about,
my favourite hobbies.
I’ve been doing ballet for 13 years,
Failing exams is one of my biggest fears.
I play the violin,
I’m good at divin’ in,
To the pool where I swim every Thursday.
I’ve recently started tap,
And realised I’m pretty crap,
At writing this ode to me.
And you can bet,
that this is good as it’s going to be.
You’re not gonna break my positivity
It’s mine, and you’ve got your own, it’s called negativity.
Everyone’s gotta put a smile on their face once a day
And stop letting our dark souls waste us away.
We’re standing up here, reading poetry to our peers
So we gotta spread positivity not tears.
You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not
Just be who are and do what you like.
You need to let your wings fly free
to succeed and live happily.
Explore the world and see new things,
Take in the the cultures and the religious.
Let’s take our joy and spread it across the world,
from the rich to the poor, the old to the young.
Aoife Gill, Catherine Keane & Justyna Dziewiatka
My name is Laura
And the things i adore are
Summer days and winter nights
Makeup, parties and no fights
Sitting under the flowing willow tree
Looking at the world through rose coloured glasses.
I can be a dream-maker or a heartbreaker if I’ve got you under my skin,
Friends call me Laurita,
Because i’m so so lolita,
My life to live, my song to sing,
Without further ado…
Let’s face the music and dance!
Ode to Me
The name’s Keilin,
Spelt with a ‘K’ not a ‘C’,
Because I’m not that crazy,
And although I’m quite fond of sleep,
I would not mind being deep
In a novel or maybe a swimming pool
Because I’m simply that cool.
And I’d tell you that my passions
Are dance and song,
But I wouldn’t want to make this poem too long.
Alas, this ode is now done
Here, let me show you my guns.
Keilin Ataide Da Costa
An Ode to Me
You can call me Catherine and
I’m lovin’ loud music, fast cars and little chocolate bars.
So why am I am here
In a school
writing a poem about me?
They all ask what I want to be when I’m older
but I don’t want to be old
I just want to be free.
I want to get my learner’s permit when I’m seventeen
but first I want to get a fake ID!
I don’t know what the future holds
but I know Justyna’s poem is really bold.