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 2 of the anthology.

 

 

I woke to a burning stench of smoke.

I thought it was a dream at first

the more I lay in my bed

getting warmer and warmer by the second

I knew this was real.

How my house was on fire

I didn’t know.

Was Angus being and idiot

using the stove i

n the middle of the night again?

What time is it?

I glanced over

to my beige coloured alarm clock

in panic and read 2:34am.

Ok, so it was a little past midnight.

I rip my blankets off of my self

as I run to my door

I need to see how bad it is.

I quickly unlock my door

a blast of heat in my face.

As my eyes adjusted

I noticed that there was no sign of

an orange glare on the second floor.

 

 

Leaves

Flowing in the wind

Crunching under our feet

Free falling to the ground

Wind whistling

Petals projecting a bright mauve colour

Trees standing strong

Flowers sweet like a new perfume

Sticks as brown as chocolate

 

 

 

 

 

 

White flakes

Falling from the sky

Frozen wonderland

White palace

A play ground

 

 

The shining sun comes out

And the flowers sprout

Faces gleaming with joy

As they bathed in the light

Of the warm summer rays

 

 

 

The cows

They moo

They are black and white

Cuddly cute cow

Moo

Sheep pigs Lamb Ute

The dirty pigs and the old Ute

Lambs are like cotton balls and sheeps are like followers

 

Sorrowful hearts lay below

While red blooms above

Houses of bones cage their souls

So alone, and yet so loved

 

If they were to know how thankful we are,

How much they changed the world

Would their hearts not think about sadness,

And instead the joy they served

 

Lost stories are packaged with breathtaking despair

So red and raw it hurts to listen

But after years of war, fireflies glow

And their tears make the world glisten

 

 

 

 

 

Many wish for the crow to be in silence

Whilst some wish for it to sing all day long

But the unkept promises will rot over time

And the devil will try to right wrongs

 

 

You either go above or below,

That’s what we’re told

Live a pure life

And you will grow old

 

 

Sadly this is not the case

The world is not one of black and white

And some who leave rot behind

Might go above without having to fight

 

 

 

The war

It’s been forever

The fear is strong taking over more and more each day it’s stronger

Only the determined survive

The fear of your actions to survive

Are what turns most over

But no one person escapes

Freedom is something that very little get

Slavery over the fearful

is as common as finding an ant

You can find a slave owner

If you look at a nest

 

The sky is blue a common colour

One that cannot be mistaken

It’s seen any where

That the sun is

The sun is the strongest, but it helps others the most

Something that the leaders of land fail to do

It cannot help all you see but it helps more then it hurts

But it’s been getting too strong

It’s starting to kill more and more

Heating the snow to the point that it kills

How can we help

How can we help clean the seas?

Or empty the trees of pollution

Teams Trees and or Team Seas
trees and sea but that were not it stops

 

 

This room has more of a reason then you

It helps me daily

It does not get in the way

It’s my sanctuary

And one that I can stay

 

 

 

But it’s not the only useful thing

Although it helps

He is better

He helped me get that room

That I treasure so much

He helps so much

 

 

 

I call every night

And come home

Every fifth

 

Invisible

Oh how I wish I wasn’t invisible

Oh how I wish I someone could hear me

Oh how I wish someone would see me

For you see I am the invisible girl

 

I am that girl that know one can see know one can hear

And know one knows

I have no real friends that I can talk to

In fact I have know one to talk to because nobody can hear my voice

And anyway who would want to be friends with a girl that know one can see

 

I wish I could be back where I was happy

Where I was happy and I had friends who could hear me

And knew I was there

Where people knew me and I knew them

Oh how I wish I could be back in primary school

 

 

Horses

Galloping faster, rearing higher, bucking wilder

Stunning, shiny, graceful

Happy Horses

Neigh! Thump! Whoosh!

Donkey, Kelpie, Zebra, mule

 

 

 

Talking is hard,

It feels like a card,

That is giving my throat a paper cut

I feel like a mut

Or even a nut,

Stuck in my own shell

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tree

Nature,

Flowing, Fruity, Flowery trees,

Swaying,

Plants, green, bark, blue,

Bright plants littered across the ground,

Light Muddy Bark peeling from the trees,

Beautiful

 

 

Spiderman

 

When I swing all around the city

I sometimes break things causing pity

I like the feeling of saving the day

And it is going to stay

In the city

 

 

 

Little hen, feathered and red

pecking round for scraps of bread

little goat fierce and white

thinks his rope is much to tight

little calf soft and shy

peeking out with one brown eye

little cat black and lean

crouching so he wont be seen

little pig muddy and small

trying hard to wriggle out.

 

 

Everything you see is nothing

And the nothing that you see is everything and if everything amounts to nothing you have lost everything

 

 

I guess folks think I’m mighty dumb

Since Jack and Jim and Joe

Have hit the trail to Kingdom Come

And left me here below

 

 

The Cat

 

The cat sat on the mat

The cat got hit with a bat

The cat got hit so hard the it went flat

The cat was so flat that it couldn’t even catch a rat