Year 4 – creating images through poetry

In Literacy, we started the year with a poetry unit. We were thinking about creating images and to do this, we used similes, adjectives and some of used personification. These are some of our poems.  

My Scary Monster

My monsters eyes are like a sea monsters deep dark tail.

My monsters teeth are as sharp as a wolf’s howl.

My monsters mouth is as slobbery as a sewers gut.

My monsters skin is as rough as a piece of crumpled sugar paper.

My monsters legs are as knobbly as The Gruffalo’s.

My monsters  heart is as sad and cold as a metal brick resting in the icy snow.

My monsters roar is as loud as a clap of thunder.

My monsters smell is as bad as a bath in the dump.

 

My Lovely Monster

My monsters deep blue eyes are as soft as big, bouncy feather bed.

My monsters teeth are as smooth as a silk duvet.

My monsters mouth is as furry as a fluffy dogs tummy.

My monsters skin is as cuddly as a bunny.

My monsters legs are as pretty as lavender.

My monsters  heart is as loving as the kindest person in the whole wide world.

My monsters roar is as gentle as a flower.

My monsters smell is as loving as a rose.

 

The Magic Box

I will put in my box the dying legs that have just ran a marathon,

The glorious taste of hot chocolate on a freezing winters day,

The smelly socks  that have been worn all the way through a 90 minute football match.

 

I will put in my box the amazing feeling of scoring the winning goal at the World Cup,

The rich taste of melted chocolate,

A crying city on a rainy day.

 

I will put in my box the gentle breeze on a hot summers day,

The last breath of Jesus before he sacrificed himself for us, to save our sins,

The excitement of parents as their baby takes its first steps.

 

My box is fashioned from the metal of every sword that was ever made.

My box has secrets hidden in every corner.

My box has fireworks hidden in the lid.

  

The Sound Collector of St. Joseph’s

A stranger came this morning

Dressed all in black and grey

Put every sound into a bag

And carried them away

 

The clattering of the children

As they enter the Life Education bus

The laughter of Miss Buxton

Echoing down the corridor

 

The footsteps of children

Down the busy corridor

The silence of the quiet critters

As they look at us work hard

 

The scratching of the pencils

As the children are hard at work.

The ringing of the telephone

In the busy school office

 

A stranger called this morning

He didn’t leave his name

Left us only silence

Life will never be the same.