Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poem. Show all posts

Friday, 14 March 2014

Terror !

I am the dreadful menace
The commanding giant
The one that makes you shiver
I have no patience

 I have fallen snow laying on me
I am a lonely soul
The one who is sharp
I’ll let you have your day

The ice is like glass in a reflection
I am the one who is horrifying
The one who will snap you to bits

I am the bad guy here.

By Ella Yr 6
Champions of Hidden Death!

I am the one who will stand before you
I am the isolated chill that will rise upon your spine
The conundrum is what I am
When you are with me you know you are not fine
I have broken every lousy soul
I know your impossible goal
I will stand so brave and tall
I will summon an army so you will fall
I am the god of painful goals you see
You know you will never beat me


By Ellie G  Yr 6
Mountain!

I am the evil mountain.
The one that stands there like a monster.
I am the one that is surrounded by trees.
I am the one that hovers over you.

You will be sent to your knees.
When you go falling down down down
I am the one the sends you away.
Into the river you go.

The snow lays on me like a big thick coat.
Everyone is scared of me.
So run run run now.


By Hayley Yr 6

Shivers Of Fear.

 I am the dreadful menace.
The one whose will is done.
The haunting chill upon your neck.
I am the conundrum.
 
I am the shivers up your spine.
The beast in your nightmares.
I am the frost that freezes your soul.
The ice like glass below.
 
I am the muscular voice capturing you.
The one who destroys your dreams.
I am the wet knife in front of you.
The impossible to defeat.

By Sian  Yr6 

Thursday, 13 March 2014

Mountain Poem

I am the master from up high
Don’t look down you might die
I’m the killer that no one knows
I send the haunting chill down your back
When you walk on my ice it will crack.

I will summon armies of ice, wind and snow
The icicles like frozen fingers dangerously swinging down below
My eyes like an eagle will watch you wherever you go

I brought the destruction to you all with my avalanche of snow.

By James Yr6

Mountain Poem

I am the unknown killer

The one who is strong

As strong as a rock

High as the towering clouds

The wonder of mankind

I am the dictator of the world

 

My arms are warriors

To any winter Olympian

My body is formidable to anyone

Who comes into my territory?

My head is covered

With lots of ice and snow

 

I will dictate how high

Only the strongest will have their day.
 
By Matthew H   Yr6

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

Mountain Poem

I am the frightful beast,
The one who always succeeds,
The unexplained thoughts in your head,
I order the snow to stampede,

I am the mighty king,
Of wind and rain and snow,
I’ll tear you by degrees,

I will tell you where to go.

By Leah Yr6

Monday, 10 March 2014

Mountain Poem

I am the rocky beast,
When you climb me my body crumbles,
If you get to my pointy head,
It will look like you’re on top of the world.

I am the haunting menace,
When my body moves I make an avalanche,
My rocky arms crumble when I move,
I have frozen glass fingers,
I am the dreadful beast,
I am the snow storm,
Could you risk climbing me?

I am the dark destroyer,
My body can cause your destruction,
My warrior clouds around me are like hell,
But my icy fingers are having a meltdown,

I’ll let you have your day.

By Travis Yr6

Tuesday, 26 February 2013

The Great Voyage

We are afloat on this endless sea of boredom
Slowly hunger comes upon us as the days float by
Our target has been the Galapagos Islands
But I don’t think we will ever make it

Soon after not realising it has been a few months
We approach the Galapagos Islands
Everybody hooting with joy
The enormous boat landed on the pale yellow sand 
With a little thud and rumble

We explored the island without haste
And found many peculiar new creatures
Such as the amazing giant tortoise
And land iguana
I studied the creatures carefully until my boat docked

I will always remember the great voyage on the H.M.S Beagle.


By Ellie and Kimberly (Year 6)   

Friday, 18 January 2013

We're back!

This term the Year Sixes are learning about evolution and Charles Darwin.  Lucy wanted to write a poem about him.
  
Charles Darwin Evolution Poem

No one found a resolution
To the Earth’s evolution
But then came Charles Darwin
A brain box who loved farming.

He studied creatures as small as ants     
Also studied animals and plants
He decided to figure out how things evolve
Everyone thought it was impossible to solve
Charles Darwin was a hero
Who started off at zero.
By Lucy (Yr6)


Thursday, 25 October 2012


THE IRON MAN 

Smash! Smash! Smash!
Went the Iron Man’s feet.

The Iron Man swayed in the wind.

CRASHING! CRASHING! CRASHING!
Down the cliff he went.

 Boom! Clatter! BANG!
Silence.

By Daniel, Joseph, Reece & Kieran
3JB

Stomp!   Clatter! Bump !

STOMP! STOMP! STOMP!
The Iron Man stood at the top of the cliff.


CLATTER! CLATTER! CLATTER!
The Iron Man came tumbling down the cliff.  


BUMP! BUMP! BUMP!
The Iron Man hit the ground.

Then there was SILENCE.

Katie H, Katie V, Addison B, Millie –A Evans
Class 3JB

THE THUD! THUD! THUD!

THUD! THUD! THUD!                 
Stomped the Iron Man up the cliff.

WUSH! WUSH! WUSH!
Went the stormy sea.


WUSSSH!  WUSSSH!  WUSSSH!
Went the whistling trees.

CRASH!  CRASH!  CRASH!
Went the Iron man down the cliff.


TUMBLE!  TUMBLE! TUMBLE!
The Iron Man fell.

After that silence all you could hear

Was the sea crashing against the rocks.


By Sophie, Jessica, Eve & Ellie

3JB
The Year 3s have been reading The Iron Man by Ted Hughes. They have also been learning how to use onomatopoeia in poetry.


SWAYING IN THE WIND
THUD! THUD! THUD!
The Iron man stood at the top of the cliff.
 

WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WOOSH!
The Iron Man swayed at the top of the cliff.

CRASH! CRASH! CRASH!
His iron right foot his enormous iron right foot stepped into nothingness. After that there was silence.


By Simeon, Ethan, Evan, Matthew
Class 3JB

Thursday, 11 October 2012

Although a few weeks ago, Matthew has been working on a Dove Cottage poem in his spare time.  Here it is: 

Dove Cottage

Some say I’m cosy, some people are nosy.
I’m said to be cold, now I’m old.
I hold a story in each room. 

The fire's burning, the stew is turning. Shhh!  The children are learning.
When the wind comes in it goes in the bin.
I’m still warm, the fire will win. 

I know the tale, I have ginger ale, the tale of poetry, William likes his words, he
waits his turn.
The smoke from outside, I have a line as free as me.
You can see up high just like a fly, the house is on high.


By Mathew L (Yr6)
A brief explanation of some of the lines:

* When the wind comes in it goes in the bin.  I mean that when the wind comes  into the house the fire still wins.  It’s as if the wind has been thrown away.  

* I know the tale, I have ginger ale, the tale of poetry, William likes his words, he waits his turn.  Dove Cottage used to be a bar and may have sold ginger ale.  We were told that William liked to sit in a particular chair by the fire, but I think Dororthy or his wife would have liked that chair too.  William will have had to wait his turn.

* I have a line as free as me. The cottage is at the bottom of the mountain. William’s daughter ran up the mountain to collect flowers, put them in her basket and then replanted them in the cottage’s garden.  The line is the route the daughter takes.

* The house is on high. Although the house is down in the valley, from the sloping garden you can see over the roof of Dove Cottage towards Grasmere.

Thursday, 4 October 2012

The Coventry Bombing

The sky was inflamed as the evening fell.
The planes started to rise from the distance.
Sirens sounded, panic struck. 
It was horror, it was destroyed,
My heart was no longer.

The city got worse as the bombs dropped down.
Fear on everybody’s faces.
We all ran down to the shelter, hoping we would live.

There in the shelter the ground was shaking
They were bombarding, bombs blasting, loud screaming, Death emerging, guns re-loading,
It was total madness.

People awakened from the shelter below and saw all the pillars of smoke.
The city centre was crumbled below our feet.
There was nothing left to live for.
Black smoke, destroyed buildings surrounding us,
The city was dead!

By Michelle (Yr6)

The Blitz

Fear on everybody’s faces
From last night’s terror.
The moon was high, clear beautiful.
Then it dawned on us.
Siren sounds, panic strikes everyone.
Some shouts, more screams, nothing compared to it.
Then I feel it shaking the ground, with a deathly sound.
Bombs hit in a never ending line.
Pillars of smoke never stop.

I open my eyes and it’s gone.

By Jayme (Yr6)

The Blood Thirsty Blitz!

I am lying on my living room floor,
I am looking at the wall but where’s the door?
I am feeling the breeze of the Earth’s core,
I am in the middle of an immense war.

The sky is as red as blood,
The ground is covered in sloppy brown mud,
The fire is roaring like a lion,
The houses are steaming like an iron,
The bombs exploding,
Machine guns re-loading,
They are willing,
That they will be killing,
Lots of folk,
Gathered under the smoke,
They are destroying the city,
They will be saying “Oh what a pity.”

Now it’s a brand new city,
It will always be pretty.
We’ll keep it in our sight and let it shine under the moonlight.


By Lucy K (Yr6)                                                                                                                                                                                                                                               

Sad on the Inside

As I look, I see fog.
The train just leaving out of the horrible station.
My heart pumping with excitement.
All I see is black like the night, people screaming - people smiling just like me.
On the inside I’m worried because my parents have gone.
When I am there, I am moving, eager to get off.
Sun shining bright in my eyes, “I’M OUT!”

“No tears” I say firmly as I wave a lonely goodbye to my friends
I am brave, I am strong, I walk
Then I’m outside my new house.
Doorbell ringing, blood pumping - should I run away?
He says hello and shows me the farm.
Hay stacks and my new dad teaching new facts.
Rain falls, phone calls and that’s me going to sleep.

By Jonathan D (Yr6)

Wednesday, 3 October 2012


Blitz Moon

The night is clear
The moon is bright
The thing I hear
Throughout the night
Not the planes
Not the screams
But the bombs plummeting
To the earth it seems.
Bombs are flashing
Throughout the night
The smell of smoke
Not a peaceful night
The moon tonight
Frightening
Shining down
With a devilish frown
The earth below
Is white like snow.

By Matthew G (Yr6)