BUZZ Poetry Anthology

The following is a collection of poetry and selected lines of poetry produced by young people as part of the BUZZ Programme.  In many cases, the poetry is based on portraying ‘Addiction’ through the experiences of the senses.  The results have been extremely descriptive and some images are highly negative and almost straight out of a horror film!  (You have been warned!).  The children wanted to portray Addiction as horrific, gruesome, unrelenting, unacceptable and even disgusting – I’m sure you will agree that they have achieved this!

 ADDICTION

It looks like maggots eating a dead mouse in a bowl of pasta,
It sounds like extreme heavy metal thumping out of my pillow,
It tastes like cotton wool with moulded cheese inside it,
It smells like the whiff of the boys’ bathroom,
It feels like hitting your tooth with a fork!

Faustina, P7, St. Anthony;s PS

ADDICTION

It looks like maggots devouring flesh and inner organs,
It sounds like non-stop heavy metal,
It tastes like chocolate full of chunks of tinfoil,
It smells like a baked bean fart that lies in the air,
It feels like a mouldy five-year old sandwich.

Daniel, P7, St. Anthony's PS

ADDICTION

It feels like all the world’s darkness is closing in on you,
It tastes like the blood of the people that you love,
It smells like the odour of your own body rotting,
It sounds like the screams of your family under attack,
It looks like your nightmares staring right back at you.

Conor, P7JK, Ballykelly PS


ADDICTION

It looks like two red eyes tempting and trapping me,
It sounds like crying and screaming in the night,
It tastes like sardines buried in baked beans,
It smells like rotting meat soaked in blood,
It feels like I’m drowning in a sea of unhappiness,
It reminds me of loneliness and no-one being there for you.

Sarah, P7JK, Ballykelly PS


ADDICTION

It looks like pencil lines you can’t rub out,
It sounds like thumping, throbbing pain,
It tastes like a bar of soap stinging my eyes,
It smells like an everlasting stink,
It feels like I’m fit for nothing.

Aleisha, P7, Drumachose PS



ADDICTION

It looks like the colour brown,
It sounds like munching on your lungs,
It tastes like rotten gas,
It smells like smoke rising up through your nose,
It feels like burnt ashes on your body,
It reminds me of a short life.

Jonathan, P7, Drumachose PS


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