During Term 4 last year, the Year 8 English and Literature class read and wrote poetry for fun. They were free to write about any subject of their choice and were encouraged to experiment with a range of poetic forms and devices, including figurative language. Here is Part 1 of the anthology.
I smell the salt water air,
As the wind blows my hair.
Sand swirling between my toes,
As soon as I start to froze.
I smelt the bread cooking in the oven,
While everyone is cooking by the dozen.
Freshly cooked muffins on the table,
As well as tasty bagels.
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Skies are red
oceans are blue
The bodies run rampant
The blood flows through the streets
The shell shocked babies
Screaming all night
Oceans are red
Skies are black
The night grows silent
Everyone is gone
And I’m all alone.
The egg cracks
The shed smacks
The egg yelps
The shell cries
The bells churn
Sun beats down
Egg cooks quick
So, summer continues
“Sometimes”
The grey clouds
are like my emotions.
They drift aimlessly
high above me.
Sometimes
they come and go
fleetingly.
Sometimes
they linger.
Sometimes they are
as dark as a new moon,
Sometimes
not quite so.
Sometimes they are too large
to see all at once.
Sometimes they are only a small speck
against the sky.
Sometimes,
they are not
even there.
Sometimes,
they are too thick
to see anything else.
Those grey clouds
are like
the emotions that swirl
in my mind, grey
and often bleak,
ever changing.
“Perhaps I Could Care”
Perhaps this is love.
Not the kind of love
that people describe
in fairy tales and
Disney movies.
But it is
still love
even if
it isn’t romantic.
It is still
the kind of love
where I would do
anything
for that person
because they are
my best friend.
This feeling
is strange
and new
and unexpected.
I do not know
this feeling
but I think
it might be love.
Perhaps I
can find it in my cold
stone heart
to care for
another person
as I do for my books.
Perhaps I could
try to love
because they
are the best friend I could
have and I
might be able to care.
Fairies, free and dainty
Feeling fat from their fluff
Fluttering around
Like a hidden gem
Sparkling and shimmering in the light
Only to be seen by those who believe
Wrinkles are the maps of lives
They show us where we’ve been and what we’ve been through
Appearing when we smile
And leaving when we feel vile
They show our age
Can’t Get Better Than This
It can’t get much better than this
A day that is the definition of bliss
The sun beating down
The awesome waves attracting the town
A barrel on it’s way
Out in the breaking zone I stay
I can see the reef below me
Where else would you rather be
Plenty of other people around
The breaking of waves is a beautiful sound
I paddle on to the wave
The mound of water that surfers crave
Place Of Joy
A place so familiar to me
Nowhere else I’d rather be
On a brisk winter’s evening
It’s such a good feeling
Grass as green as a lime
With a sunset so sublime
Kicking the footy with pleasure
A sport as special as treasure
The white goal posts standing tall
On the grass lay the shiny red ball
A place so familiar to me
Nowhere else I’d rather be
ZOOM!! ZOOM!! The trucks on the highway
Running in and out of the paddocks
The truck drivers getting they ice-coffee
Hoping no one will see them at the roadhouse
Talking to all the other truck driver on the two-way
My Dad is like a farming superhero
He can drive a tractor as fast as lightning
He is as strong as The Hulk
He can shoot a gun like a sniper
The dog
They bark
Their digging dirty
Very happy
Rowdy howdy
Dogs like a car, cats like a motorcycle
Vroom vroom
There was an Old Man with a beard
Who said, “It is just as I feared!
Two Owls and a Hen,
Four Larks and a Wren,
Have all built their nests in my beard
The waves were crashing
On this stunning sunny Saturday afternoon
The speaker was playing music loudly
Boom!
A massive wave crashed on the shore
Time for a surf
