St Jospeh’s CBS Poems
The Corridor
In crowded halls where voices rise,
A boy walks on with fallen eyes.
Faces blend in a blurry image,
He searches for a place to envisage
Locker’s slam and laughter rings,
But in his heart, a silence clings.
While others roam in friendship’s light,
He walks the shadows, out of sight.
Each class is a maze of shifting lines,
The chatter chants, like tangled vines.
He learns that connection can’t go to waste.
Information Overload
We that saw the world shut down for 2 years
We go home and have a few beers
We that are dealing with global warming
We who cheer when Ireland is performing
We that have to be very careful with what we say
We kneel in mass all day and pray
We that saw a former US president get shot
We saw half the world smoking pot
We that saw an incredible solar eclipse
We watch it while eating chips
We that have access to every known piece of information, in our pocket
We plug the charger into the socket
We who have furthered space exploration
We who dismiss all information
We where the average house costs ¼ of a million.
We watch Trump spends billion
Finding Hearts
We are living every day waiting for the next day to come
the students of the world sitting around waiting for the day to be done
the generation made to fix the issues in this Earth
Searching to find our self-worth
The map to help find the gold of the planets
The ones to navigate the stars and surf the tails of comets
Now we have to depart to find the road to our hearts
School
the lads sitting bored in school.
the lads spending all of our free time on homework.
We sit in class and feel like we run out of fuel.
the lads we have no time for ourselves, and we try to make everything work.
spending the entire day in school and being busy and having no time for fun.
going late to bed because we want to make more time for our things.
tired all next day and feel like a bum.
Everybody and thing pulling on our strings.
We go back to school tired and hungry.
Fishing
The boat drifts along the shore
and as I sit and ponder
a small trout takes the lure
it thrashes like thunder
and as I throw back in again
it swims away with wonder
Soul Searching
and into the field I go to lose my mind and find my soul
plant my seed to let them feed
Never will they ever not have a room
To provide to keep them happy
But to always be able to be strong
And so they will always have a bond
The Town
It’s this town
So big
So small
Gathered around
in this hall
with this man
so loud and round
roaring and shouting
all over a pound
shouting day
and shouting night
giving everyone a fright
when this occurs
don’t be afraid
remember this town
Your people
Your stage.
Fighting for Freedom
We are we are we are
Young people with undeveloped brains
Stuck on circling trains
Young people under a rule
Young people stuck in school
Struggling to believe
And don’t know how to leave
We are young people who don’t want to be here
And people starting to tear
And want to do what we want
And don’t want to be taunt
Appreciation
We are grateful for life
we are living in the moment
we are inspired to write poems
we are glad to be here
Our Generation
in the greatest county of all
the best generation going forward
the generation with bright futures ahead of us
going to be better than the generation that is older
going to be stronger than ever
dealing with a lot of problems
living with high expenses
although having happy, memorable lives
forced the be in school, born to do what we enjoy
wanting to be forever young
The Lads
We are the lads, ready for the night,
We are the lads, always shining bright.
We are the lads, stepping with the pride,
We are the lads, never gonna hide.
We are the lads, living for the thrill,
We are the lads, climbing every hill.
We are the lads, chasing all our dreams,
Who We Are
We are students
We are slaves
We are graves
We are here
We are lost
we are found
We are adventurous
We are failures
We are the days we live and the nights we sleep
We are us
Young People’s Path
We are the generation pushed into a system of marks and grades where creativity is punished.
We are the generation pressured to fix all the world’s problems.
We are the generation where image and status are favoured over your personality.
our feelings are obsolete.
We are the generation brought up by conflicted opinions.
where hope is a diamond in the rock.
We are the generation tied to a rope of addictions.
We are people who can forge their own path.
shed aside
Future Generation
the future generation to lead the others
untapped potential
the future champions of the sports and arts we practice
the ones who will heal the world
the future history writers
the ones who control our destinies
the ones who will go even further beyond
the ones who will generate hope to others
And most importantly,
Groot
Trip:
Tys we go on trips
good at playing video games
the bosses in the school
the historians of our time
an important decade
numeracy in history
the map of the world
an edmund rice school
an all-boys school
allowed to go town at break
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is the most important thing in life.
Comes into us at night……. It is perfect when it arrives and puts itself in our hands
It hopes we learned something from yesterday.
Hurling
the game of hurling
the blood sweat and tears
the most important the beers
the adrenaline overcomes the fear of the belts
the winning feeling and the celebrations
are the reason we play this wonderful sport
Rugby
rugby
rugby is cool
rugby is great
rugby is a game I play with my mate
I can get dirty
sometimes I get angry
but I am a mate
Hurling
hurling, hurling, hurling
started young, where would it take me
we got told to practise so we did
now were in the north final
the parish are with us
Sunset
I saw the sunset for the first time,
Never knew it would be a crime.
I felt a shivers down my spine,
I saw the sun set, for the last time.
Hurling
the game of hurling.
why do we play?
is it meeting the lads before training or the after-match pints.
is it the hard running in March or the summer evening puck around.
is it the selling lotto tickets or cutting the overgrown grass on the pitch.
is it the pre-match nerves or the after-match craic.
we all do it for the same reason.
Running
I like to run
most days of the week
even the weekends
no rest days but it is fun
Irish Love
roses are red
violets are blue
in Nenagh’s hue
freaky Boras bloom
Irish love in my heart
forever in tune