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Feedback on last lesson
I've now had a chance to have a look at everyone's poetry and have made a comment on each one. We clearly have some fantastic poets in the class; well done! Keep up the good work. I've left some targets for a few of you, but make sure you all check your work really carefully before we write them up in neat.
Mr Forster
Friday, 14 May 2010
A Heart Breaker.
If you looked inside a girls heart,
You would see how much she really cries,
You would find secrets hidden,
Best friends and lies,
But what you would see the most,
Is how hard it really is to stay strong,
When nothing is ever right,
And everything is always wrong.
By anonymous.
Them.
They shout,
they scream,
They dance,
They beam,
They listen,
They don’t,
They hiss,
They ‘augh’,
They laugh and joke,
They work hard,
They concentrate,
They are the future generation.
By anonymous
If you looked inside a girls heart,
You would see how much she really cries,
You would find secrets hidden,
Best friends and lies,
But what you would see the most,
Is how hard it really is to stay strong,
When nothing is ever right,
And everything is always wrong.
By anonymous.
Them.
They shout,
they scream,
They dance,
They beam,
They listen,
They don’t,
They hiss,
They ‘augh’,
They laugh and joke,
They work hard,
They concentrate,
They are the future generation.
By anonymous
My limerick by Sophie
I once met a lady from turkey
Every day she wanted to be flirty
But whenever she went outside
The public threw up and cried
That strange old lady from turkey.
Every day she wanted to be flirty
But whenever she went outside
The public threw up and cried
That strange old lady from turkey.
Holly's poems
The man on the loo
There was a man on the loo
Who really needed a poo
But he could not go
Coz he lost the flow
The poor little man on the loo.
The Venus fly trap
The Venus fly trap sat in the dusk
Board and hungry he did not rest
In the wind he shivered and blushed
He opened his mouth wide and clear
A fly flow in with no idear
He shut his mouth and started to munch
He thought to him self
Fore he was alive to live another dusk.
Birdie birdie
Birdie birdie in the tree
Birdie birdie sing to me
Tweet tweet cheep cheep cheep
Birdie birdie what a nice treat
Clouds are...
Clouds are a bed of cotton
Clouds are candy sweets
Clouds are the white snow
Clouds are volcanoes ready to explode
Clouds are tortoise moving slow
Clouds are black ebony
Clouds are evil madness
Clouds are calm and still
There was a man on the loo
Who really needed a poo
But he could not go
Coz he lost the flow
The poor little man on the loo.
The Venus fly trap
The Venus fly trap sat in the dusk
Board and hungry he did not rest
In the wind he shivered and blushed
He opened his mouth wide and clear
A fly flow in with no idear
He shut his mouth and started to munch
He thought to him self
Fore he was alive to live another dusk.
Birdie birdie
Birdie birdie in the tree
Birdie birdie sing to me
Tweet tweet cheep cheep cheep
Birdie birdie what a nice treat
Clouds are...
Clouds are a bed of cotton
Clouds are candy sweets
Clouds are the white snow
Clouds are volcanoes ready to explode
Clouds are tortoise moving slow
Clouds are black ebony
Clouds are evil madness
Clouds are calm and still
Amy's poem
My Stars.
Stars dancing in the dark just like fireflies,
They can never die,
They shine and shine forever more,
They keep me happy amused when I am bored,
These are stars they shine so bright,
They glow like fire,
They shine like ruby’s they fly and fly higher,
They twinkle, Twinkle star so bright,
Everyone is calm tonight.
.
Stars dancing in the dark just like fireflies,
They can never die,
They shine and shine forever more,
They keep me happy amused when I am bored,
These are stars they shine so bright,
They glow like fire,
They shine like ruby’s they fly and fly higher,
They twinkle, Twinkle star so bright,
Everyone is calm tonight.
.
Katie's poems
The bright light
Through out the night
I saw a bright light
I followed it fast
And suddenly it passed.
The next night was here
And there it shone next to my peer
I warned her to quiet and still
But then there was a great big thrill.
The light started speaking very loud
It sounded so strong so big so loud
I got rather scared and ran off to hide
But this big bold light was full of pride.
The sea
The sea is wrinkly, like an old mans face
The sea was a big blue mattress for you to lie on
The sea is a lot of deep water
Full of memories
The sea is a path, to lots of places
The sea is a road to your friends
But some of the memories are bad
They don’t always sail they make ships sink in the waves.
But also these memories are happy and good
It is like a human let free
All of the waves travel together
It is a group of friends.
The Sea
There once was a man from the sea
All the time he hoped he wouldn’t pee
So he held it in fast
And then it all passed
The desperate old man from the sea.
The Flower
As the weather turned bad
The flowers leaves spoke in the rain
Then it turned into a terrible storm
The Flowers waved in the wind,
They jumped across the soil.
The storm finally stopped
And the flowers stem reached into the sky.
By Katie Grose
Through out the night
I saw a bright light
I followed it fast
And suddenly it passed.
The next night was here
And there it shone next to my peer
I warned her to quiet and still
But then there was a great big thrill.
The light started speaking very loud
It sounded so strong so big so loud
I got rather scared and ran off to hide
But this big bold light was full of pride.
The sea
The sea is wrinkly, like an old mans face
The sea was a big blue mattress for you to lie on
The sea is a lot of deep water
Full of memories
The sea is a path, to lots of places
The sea is a road to your friends
But some of the memories are bad
They don’t always sail they make ships sink in the waves.
But also these memories are happy and good
It is like a human let free
All of the waves travel together
It is a group of friends.
The Sea
There once was a man from the sea
All the time he hoped he wouldn’t pee
So he held it in fast
And then it all passed
The desperate old man from the sea.
The Flower
As the weather turned bad
The flowers leaves spoke in the rain
Then it turned into a terrible storm
The Flowers waved in the wind,
They jumped across the soil.
The storm finally stopped
And the flowers stem reached into the sky.
By Katie Grose
Oscar's poems
THE PLAYGROUND
Chit-chat chit-chat goes the girls on there phones
Stomp stomp goes the year 11’s chasing the New Year 7’s
Ching-chang goes the gate closing
Chuckle chuckle goes the bullies having a laugh
The evil playground is awake
The carrot from Peru
There once a carrot from Peru
All the while h hoped to have a shoe
So he went to Clarks
And went to some parks
That silly carrot from Peru
By Oscar Baldwin 7.3
Chit-chat chit-chat goes the girls on there phones
Stomp stomp goes the year 11’s chasing the New Year 7’s
Ching-chang goes the gate closing
Chuckle chuckle goes the bullies having a laugh
The evil playground is awake
The carrot from Peru
There once a carrot from Peru
All the while h hoped to have a shoe
So he went to Clarks
And went to some parks
That silly carrot from Peru
By Oscar Baldwin 7.3
The Moon
The moon is like a big ball of cheese,
The moon is a torch of light Guiding explores to the safe place they will Stay the night.
The moon is like two beady eyes gazing at us while we eat our pies.
The moon is like a beautiful mirror reflecting the shining sun.
By Sophie
The moon is a torch of light Guiding explores to the safe place they will Stay the night.
The moon is like two beady eyes gazing at us while we eat our pies.
The moon is like a beautiful mirror reflecting the shining sun.
By Sophie
The Ballad of Sally and John
It was 1832,
Sally lives in the country,
She had a lover it true,
But John lived in the city.
They arranged to meet up quietly,
At the old inn harbour,
But as far as the eye could see,
John was in for a ghastly treat.
He reaches the old inn harbour,
Waiting for Sally patiently,
A man in a Black suit
Arrested him and John was gone!
Sally was forbidden to go to the city,
But caught a bus and went anyway,
She reached his house and looked so pretty,
But was told he was getting killed .
She ran to the murder scene,
Confused she was so very,
She felt they were being so mean,
So she wept on the way
By the time she got there,
His head was gone,
So she took a knife chopped of her hair
And plunged right through her heart.
She fell to the ground instantly,
With blood from corner to corner
The last word she heard was that evil man was alive.
By anon
Sally lives in the country,
She had a lover it true,
But John lived in the city.
They arranged to meet up quietly,
At the old inn harbour,
But as far as the eye could see,
John was in for a ghastly treat.
He reaches the old inn harbour,
Waiting for Sally patiently,
A man in a Black suit
Arrested him and John was gone!
Sally was forbidden to go to the city,
But caught a bus and went anyway,
She reached his house and looked so pretty,
But was told he was getting killed .
She ran to the murder scene,
Confused she was so very,
She felt they were being so mean,
So she wept on the way
By the time she got there,
His head was gone,
So she took a knife chopped of her hair
And plunged right through her heart.
She fell to the ground instantly,
With blood from corner to corner
The last word she heard was that evil man was alive.
By anon
The Moon and the playground
The moon poem
The moon shone brightly,
The moon shone darkly,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay up there,
The moon lay down there,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay gracefully,
The moon lay unhappily,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon stood up,
Until early morning,
And then went down to bed,
The moon turned bright,
After being up all night,
And this is all the moon.
The playground
The gates go ching chang,
People go ha-ha-ha,
People going whizzing,
Always hearing banging,
This is the playground.
The moon shone brightly,
The moon shone darkly,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay up there,
The moon lay down there,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon lay gracefully,
The moon lay unhappily,
The moon was sometimes small,
The moon stood up,
Until early morning,
And then went down to bed,
The moon turned bright,
After being up all night,
And this is all the moon.
The playground
The gates go ching chang,
People go ha-ha-ha,
People going whizzing,
Always hearing banging,
This is the playground.
Matty's poems
The Sea.
The sea is a clashing drum,
The sea is a screaming mum,
The sea is glistening glass,
The sea is a shouting class,
The sea was an angry clown,
Until it got turned upside down,
The sea is a cheerful chum,
The sea is a happy mum.
By Matty Morrell.
The Playground
Crash, bang and splat,
The small guy loses his hat,
Thud, thump and pting,
The ball hits the post,
A fling,
Whiz, scrape and crack,
The big guy gives a whack,
The gates go ching-chang,
The children laugh and chuckle,
Ahhh the playground.
Kinkaku.
The sleeping river,
The trees wave all night long,
Kinkaku stands strong.
The sea is a clashing drum,
The sea is a screaming mum,
The sea is glistening glass,
The sea is a shouting class,
The sea was an angry clown,
Until it got turned upside down,
The sea is a cheerful chum,
The sea is a happy mum.
By Matty Morrell.
The Playground
Crash, bang and splat,
The small guy loses his hat,
Thud, thump and pting,
The ball hits the post,
A fling,
Whiz, scrape and crack,
The big guy gives a whack,
The gates go ching-chang,
The children laugh and chuckle,
Ahhh the playground.
Kinkaku.
The sleeping river,
The trees wave all night long,
Kinkaku stands strong.
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