Take a look at our poetry. We went on a poetry journey and these are the begining and final piece of some of our work. Enjoy!
My Poem darkness
The maze of terror.
The house of horror.
The living room of light .
The street of night.
The forest of boredom.
The sky of doom.
And now with edits
The marvellous maze of trembling terror.
The hideous house of haunted horror.
The lovely living room of lazy light.
The strange street of nauseating night.
The frightening forest of bleak boredom.
The shrieking sky of drenching doom.
By Alice
My Poem
The house of happiness
The lake of love
The jungle of joy
The kitchen of kindness
The entrance of excitement
The planet of passion
The cave of curiosity
The pond of pride
The treehouse of truth
The attic of adventure
And now with edits
As she entered the house of happiness
A deep warm glow spread through her heart, filling her with joy
Passing under the grand entrance of excitement
The archway ignited a flame of anticipation for what may come next
Inside the busy, bustling kitchen of kindness
People helping each other, cooking comfort and stirring sympathy
Relaxing in the cosy lounge of love
With overstuffed sofas, colourful beanbags and beautifully stitched cushions
Falling asleep in the bedroom of bravery
Dreaming of defeating dangerous dragons and doing daring deeds
Clambering into the attic of adventure
Full of nooks and crannies and untold mystery that sparks a glimmer of eagerness
And also this one… I love the juxtaposition…
I Got Lost
I got lost in the shadow of light and couldn’t see a thing
I got lost on the iceberg of heat and was almost burnt to a crisp
I got lost in the maze of mayhem while running from a troll
I got lost under the sea of sympathy because I was too sad to escape
I got lost on the planet of passion when I was distracted by an alien
I got lost in the treehouse of truth searching for some treasure
I got lost in the cave of curiosity while wondering what was inside
By Clara
My Poem
The haunted house
The garden of ghosts
The hallway to hell
The dining room of doom
The lounge of limbs
The cursed kitchen
The stairs to your nightmares
The bathroom of brains
The 3 bedrooms of bravery
The attic of adventure
And now with edits
I hurriedly walked to the haunted house of horrors
Through the gloomy garden of ghosts
The hallway to hell, hmm, what’s that smell?
Past the dining room of doom, that looks more like a tomb.
Looking into the lounge of limbs, did that arm just move? I don’t like it here
Moving on to the cursed kitchen, complete with a cauldron
Up the stairs to your nightmares, I dare you to sleep here
A bathroom of brains, but not very smart
The 3 bedrooms of bravery, Get ready for battle
The attic of adventure is waiting for you.
And finally…
On the sea of silence a sailor would sail,
On the sea of silence no waves to be seen,
On the sea of silence seagulls don’t squawk,
On the sea of silence no fish seen swimming,
On the sea of silence where are the wales,
On the sea of silence where are the crabs?
By Caitlyn
My Poem
The school of secrets,
The willow tree of whispers,
The forest of fear,
The hills of happiness,
The well of wishes,
The tower of tears,
The sea of silence.
And now with edits…
The happy home of strong hope,
The heavenly castle of everlasting peace,
The magical mountains of growing evil,
The beautiful, vast hills of kindness,
The amazing school of inspiring friendship.
And then this one…
The well of wishes, where fairs flutter all around you,
the well of wishes where dreams come true,
the well of wishes where only people who believe will seek the fairy tale to be told,
the well of wishes where only some may enter.
The forest of fear is where evil lives,
the forest of fear from where many have not returned,
the forest of fear where thick, frosty fog lurks,
the forest of fear where you are advised not to go.
By Alannah
Feelings
The cow of cowering
The city of kindness
The living room of boredom
The t-rex of tiredness
The cow of cowering
The snail of sadness
The juggler of joy
And this one…
The dragon of life smelt the fear inside him,
The dragon of life is home to hope,
The dragon of life wants you to be his friend,
The dragon of life can help you out.
By Monty
My Poem
The Disco of Dreams
You’ll be sure to give it esteem!
The cafe of confusion
You’ll fall into delusion!
The House of Happiness
It’ll make you speechless!
The Park of Positivity
Where there’s always an activity!
The Train of Trust
Go there? You must!
And now with edits
The divine disco of dreams
You’ll be sure to give it esteem!
The creative cafe of confusion
Where you’ll fall into delusion!
The house of heart-warming happiness
It’s sure to make you speechless!
The perfect park of positivity
Where there’s always an activity!
The train of terrific trust
Go there? You must!
And…
When I was young and dreamed at nights, I saw the most amazing sights!
In the dungeon of doom, I saw a witch on a broom!
In the sea of ice, I saw a house made of rice!
In the desert of snow, I saw a terrible foe!
When I was young and dreamed at nights, I saw the most amazing sights!
In the cave of wonder, I saw coloured thunder!
In the waterfall of pain, I felt I’d never see sun again!
In the house of riddles, I saw cats playing fiddles!
When I was young and dreamed at nights, I saw the most amazing sights!
In the tunnel of love, I saw a black and white dove!
In the street of mercy, I saw someone with my purse-y!
In the end of course, I saw my beloved horse!
By Violet
My Poem
The Hill of Horror
The House of Hope
The City of Courage
The Park of Peace
The World of Worry
By Amber
My Poem
The lion of fear
The llama of curiosity
The horse of happiness
The frog of scaredness
The pig of anxiety
The tiger of generosity
The dog of elegance.
And
The lion
The lion ran round the jungle
Not eating a heartbeat
The lion of care, did not make a sound…
The lion of care ,did not like bugs …
The lion of care ,could not find his friend
The lion of care ,was not hungry any more...
By Freddie
My final edit
I adventure into the hallway of hope,
I tiptoe past the office of opinion,
To seek food from the kitchen of kindness,
The lounge of cosiness calls me to relax,
While the bedroom of dreams floats my head,
The spray of the shower of singing awakes me,
As the loft of laughter comforts me with happiness.
And
The burning snow of winter
The burning snow of winter awoke me from my slumber
The burning snow of winter made me feel alive
The burning snow of winter is so much fun to play in
The burning snow of winter is fun when it arrives.
By Barnaby