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The Depression Poem

My depression is made out of- the hug of a demon’s darkness the spices from a witch’s brew, the touch of a magician’s spell, and finally; a hyena’s wicked laugh. I felt failure flow through my body as blood trickled down my leg, desperate to reach the ground I found- Embarrassment curling round me, as my Mum called out to me at the school play, “Good luck honey, don’t worry.”​ Lazy bodies spin in their graves, as the moonlight eats away the consuming abyss of darkness. My depression can- Carve through bodies, like a knife eating into butter. Summon clouds of tears and darken the world to a dull grey thing. If I lost this- My life would turn into a brighter thing; no more getting bullied and no more, being called a baby. The world would open up for me, No more getting swallowed by darkness. I really hope this depression goes.

Question poem

What is hot?

A summers day, a dragons lungs and a blazing fire.

what is cold?

my mum’s nose, winter and the outside breeze.

what is quiet

An empty playground, the depths of space and someone who just lost a friend.

what is loud?

my dad when L.F.C score, a lion’s roar and a thunder storm.

what is soft?

a cat’s fur, a freshly made bed and a pillow fort.

what is rough?

a bumpy road, a pool of money and snake skin.

Question poem

What are loud?                                                                                                                                                              Godzilla’s alpha roar, my year 4 class and my mum’s snore.                                                                                  What are quiet?                                                                                                                                                               a A whisper, a baby turtle scurrying across the golden sand and snowflakes gently falling from the sky.      What are hot?                                                                                                                                                                    Space Godzilla laser, the big fireball in the sky and the Great fire of London.                                                    What are cold?                                                                                                                                                                  The Russian President’s heart, an iceberg and the drowning Titanic in the Atlantic Ocean.                            What are soft?                                                                                                                                                                  A fluffy pillow, my nan’s Pomeranian dog and my comfortable, brown sofa.                                                    What are hard?                                                                                                                                                                  The bricks on our house, the bark from an oak tree and shiny, reflective steel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

the wave warrior

My trust is made from 

Friends who encourage me,

My family who help and support me 

My teachers who guide me in my learning 

 

I found it 

On a mountain side among volcanic rock,

With the huge waves crashing on the shelly 

Shore 

Riding on the wind gusting through

Fullarton woods.

 

This trust can 

Give me confidence to do new things, 

Makes all the fear go away,

Helps me write my best poem.

 

If I lost this trust I wouldn’t be able to accomplish 

Activities’ in my life everything would be confusing 

And I would not understand and I wouldn’t be myself 

Anymore. 

the wave warrior

My trust is made from 

Friends who encourage me,

My family who help and support me 

My teachers who guide me in my learning 

 

I found it 

On a mountain side among volcanic rock,

With the huge waves crashing on the shelly 

Shore 

Riding on the wind gusting through

Fullarton woods.

 

This trust can 

Give me confidence to do new things, 

Makes all the fear go away,

Helps me write my best poem.

 

If I lost this trust I wouldn’t be able to accomplish 

Activities’ in my life everything would be confusing 

And I would not understand and I wouldn’t be myself 

Anymore. 

Question Poem

What are loud? People cheering for the world cup, metal  rocket launching  up to the sky  and  a T-Rex stomping in the forest.

What are quiet ? A person with a broken heart, a tear running down someone’s face .

What is  slow?  A snail wriggling across the road  and the clouds moving across  the sky.

What is fast? A cheetah soaring through the jungle to find its prey, a kangaroo jumping to its baby and  a F1 car racing towards the finish line.

What is hot? The sandy floor on a beaming hot beach, magma pouring out of a volcano and the glowing hot sun.

What are cold? Vladimir Putin’s heart.

 

 

 

 

 

Question Poem

What are loud? A blasting hoover dashing around the house, a giant sneezing and a roaring football stadium.

What are quiet? A broken heart, a running tear drop and a family member passing a way.

What are hot? A dragons breath, a blazing sun on a summers day and magma oozing out of a volcano.

What are cold? A shimmering ice castle, a strawberry ice cream and a falling out with a best friend.

What are soft? A silky t-shirt, a fluffy bunny and a fluffy blanket.

What are hard? A rock climbing wall, a grey rock and a new made Astroturf.

Question Poem

What are loud? A giant fortress with molten lava, blasting music and a roaring stadium of Liverpool FC  fans when they win the European cup.

What are quiet? A mice’s tiptoe sneaking through the woods, a pond rippling through the lily pads and a class writing peacefully with minds.

What are hard? A colossal tree with its strong branches. a rock hard metal wall and a building with its secure bricks.

What is soft? My t-shirt with its ribbon, a teddy bear’s fur and my dog Frankie.

What are hot? The breath of a dragon’s fire. the flaming hot ball of fire sitting in the sky and  the all mighty Mount Vesuvius.

What are cold? The ice from a single iceberg, the freezing box of coldness (freezer) and an ice cold bottle of water.

Question Poem

What are loud?

Blasting music at Coachella,, my baby brother’s roar when he’s angry and a mighty, loud football stadium.

What are silent?

A slug when it crawls, someone’s heart breaking after a death and a single tear drop.

What are cold?

A freezing cold ice burg floating in the Atlantic ocean, a freezing cold drink in the summer and Putin’s . heart.

What are hot?

The blazing hot fire ball hanging in the sky, a boiling kettle and a dangerous,************’s breath.

What are weak?

The dangerous Vladimir Putin, Putin’s awful army and a little, golden fish swimming in the vast Pacific Ocean.

What are strong ?

The strong team of Ukraine , Volodymyr Zelenskyy and their brave, strong army.

my imagination

I found it-

Trapped iIn the void of darkness,

In the helpful life of Einstein,

Stuck in the heart of saturn,

In the paint of Leonardo Da Vinci,

In the last music Juice World wrote.

 

This imagination can-

Make a magical leprechaun dance,

Tear the human flesh,

Make wolvesfs sleep,

Can erase the human existence,

Tear the world apart.

 

If Ii lost this imagination-

The world would have started again in a long and deceiving chaos,

The galaxy would have been corrupted by viruses