We have been writing rhyming couplets for a “Sick” poem - inspired by Shel Silverstein’s work.
Using post-it notes we all contributed to a really, really long poem, it spilled over onto the wall and then down onto the floor!
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We have really enjoyed writing poetry last week in our class and the children must have written about 300 separate poems!
We would really like to work with you if you can help us write some fun poetry this week. We could use our blog spaces or we could use our wikispace too!
This week we will […]
people believe you find a pot off gold at the end of me
but thats not really true
I start at one place
and end at another
I can be lots of colours
and people think im beautiful
What am i?
written by Darcy
Snow falling fastly
Riding down the hills on sledges
It is winter now.
You don’t know me
but I’m there
I follow you everywhere
turn the light off
and I disappear.
What am i?
written by Darcy
Dead tree
Branches are down
The leaves off on the ground
Branches snapping one by one
Dead tree
The leaves off on the ground
Sunset
the autumn sun
shines brightly in the sky
the skys of many colours begins to set
sunset
written by Darcy
Wind blows
As they rock trees
Leaves blow high in the sky
As they fal to the mud colour ground grass
Wind blows.
Autumn
Is 3 season
As they float peacefully
They lay there for days ice-cold
Dead now.
Autumn
leaves scattering
leaves are floating slowly
I’m feeling colder and colder
My next poem
Autumn
leaves are falling
they are turning golden
getting colder getting colder
Autumn
next poem
Autumn
those autumn days
colder and colder
leaves go from green to golden
Autumn
Changing Leaves changing colours Different colours on the grow Leaves change every month
Wine as red as blood
Turkey duck smell lush when cooked
Eat drink have a pud.
Christmas is coming
As we decroate our house
We enjoy Christmas.
I have many surroundings,
Sometimes I crunch,
I’m multicoloured,
And sometimes things munch.
What am I?
i am a poppy
in flanders field
that cover the dead
that fought for the world
the bombs that fell
destroyed the land
thats why I grew
and stand so grand.
I go around you,
I’m quite tall,
I’m gathered with friends,
I can sometimes be cold.
What am I?
This week we have been exploring a variety of poetic styles and writing “instant anthologies” - we wrote haiku and cinquains on post-it notes and then published them around the classroom.
In two literacy sessions we have written about 200 poems altogether!
We wear a poppy
On Remembrance Day,
And at eleven
We stand and pray.
Wreaths are put
Upon a grave.
As we remember
Our soldiers brave.
