Bad poems
bad poems
why are you
so bad?
Oh, I guess
that’s my fault!
Oops, my bad writing.
Poems
Happy Times Right?
H
Ha
Hap
Happ
Happy
Happy T
Happy Ti
Happy Tim
Happy Time
Happy Times
Happy Times R
Happy Times Ri
Happy Times Rig
Happy Times Righ
Happy Times Right
Happy Times Right?
Year 4 to 5
Year 4, Year 4, I’ll miss Year 4
Disco and movies
parties and dancing
and playing in the snow
When the good weather came
we played football or basket ball
Now Year 5
What could it be like?
I might be shy
but I won’t cry
What a surprise
We have Mr Posthuma
I don’t know
Why?
The Storm
The storm is a furious tiger, vast and powerful.
It charged elegantly and jumped widely across the squared, based, massive landscape.
Like an enormous, dangerous amber carrot.
The air rumbles with the sound of its vibrating, thundering growl,
It slashes the air and rips down trees with its heavy body.
With its giant paws, it tramples over the cars,
completely annoying, it will not stop for anyone.
crashing unbearable and raging,
clumsy, furious and wild.
The Misty Storm
The storm is like a raging cheetah.
wild and cautious.
like a black and white rock.
The air rumbled like a cheetah roaring for food.
It was eating its pray.
in a muddy, dirty field,
completely heartless, with no love.
crashing, roaring and killing,
furious, wild and unstoppable.
Year 4
When I started I was really shy
like a bird that was beginning to fly
I met my teacher Miss Jordan
she was not a bit like a gorgan
We did our work every day
until it was time to play
Watching How to Train your Dragon till the night
we enjoyed the part where there was a big fight
then tears formed in my eyes
I thought it was a whole bunch of lies
My bestie was moving school
when she did I felt like a fool
Miss Jordan also left
I thought my life was death
Then we met Miss Dodd
having a new teacher was quite odd
We went to Raphels Park
When we were there I sat on some bark
In Year 4
I learnt more and more
Year 5 soon
A Day in the Park
I went to the park from school
What can I see?
What can I find?
I see bright butterflies fluttering through the bright sky
I found feathers, maybe ink inside
What a wonderful day
I’ll come back another day
Climbing the Steps of Life
Increasing level of difficulty, in each step of this life, compel me to look back, the easy steps just been passed.
The easy steps are gone, leaving us the difficult steps, which is a must to climb, to reach the next step.
Life is about climbing the steps, from the easier to difficult ones, a slight flaw in one single step,
can send you back to previous ones.
With caution and vigilance, calm, peace and patience, each step must be climbed, avoiding all the flaws.
Group Fears
It is 12 hours
In a school day
And out of nowhere
There was a vicious
Quick, slithering green snake
Gingerly everyone sat back down
and carried on
Working while frozen like
A frightened wild animal
Which was as wild
As a leopard.
Outside was the wild vicious
Green gaping snake
which was trying
to sprint out of
the school.
Hornets’ Lunch Time
It’s a late lunch time
The stats were too long in lime
With a blink of an eye
A massive hornet appeared
This beast was five times bigger than a wasp
It stung hundreds of people
The clouds gingerly flew with the wind
The sun hid behind them
An hour later
Three children got out
As day became night another two were free.