THE NAUGHTY IDEA
A naughty idea crept into my head.
It messed up my memories, I thought I was dead.
It ate all the cake from my second birthday.
It invited insanity round for play.
It poked happy memories as hard as it could.
It laughed at the sad ones, who cried (as they should).
It swore at the ghosts who haunted my dreams.
It graffitied on ideas and ate custard creams.
I hit my head, hard; it fell out of my ear.
"So long," I cried, "out, you stupid idea!"
by Tess and Jak.
TAKE FIVE
Looking at the ampitheatre I can see the light beaming on the crumbling rocks. Standing, looking at the storm, I can feel the gentle blow of the southern winds. The intense sunlight is making my sweat trickle down my burning neck. I can hear the beautiful bird calling and wrecking the silence around me. There is a powerful blow of dust changing the colour of my clothes and covering my lips with a gritty film that I can taste licking my lips.
by Luca R.
We are at the ampitheatre in Athens, which is in Greece. We can hardly breathe because there are so many tourists and people visiting the place. I can smell a vile odour coming from a lady's camel-leather bag, and the noise is banging in my ears. All I can hear is a foreign couple yapping away which is very frustrating.
The view is amazing. I can see the beautiful turquouise sea twinkling in the distance, but my eyes are stinging so badly that my eyesight suddenly goes all blurry. As we are walking back my feet sink into the crumbling rocks that crackle as I tiredly plod along. We are all now out of breath and we stop at the little snack bar. The feeling of that cool icy drink runs down my spine, leaving me with a cold, less weary feeling. Then we hopped on a donkey and plodded down the rocky hill. I finally dismounted the donkey and fed and petted it. When we got to the bottom my skin was burning so bad I nearly burnt to a crisp. Then we got into the cab and drove back to the hotel.
by India G.
THE WIND'S FEELINGS
“I’m bored,” said the wind, punching the window.
“I’m hungry,” said the wind, shaking the apple tree.
“I’m thirsty,” said the wind, splashing the water.
“I’m tired," said the wind,
pulling the leaves over himself.
by Isabel & Lewis
THE RAIN
The rain ran across the street,
It moved and tap danced with its feet,
The rain and the wind soon made friends,
The wind made the rain run away with it and that’s where this story ends.
by India & James
DESTRUCTION
Thunder is shouting,
Lightning is flashing.
The wind creates a tornado,
Punching the house,
Causing destruction.
by Daniel and Kie
THE STORM'S DESPAIR
The thunder groaned in agony;
The lighting yelled in pain;
The cloud was crying, causing the rain.
by Adam and Ben
RAIN
It tap-dances on the rooftops,
Screaming with the wind,
“Let me in!”
It raps on the doors and windows,
Harder and harder,
Looking for a way inside.
The wind cries louder
Frustrated at the rain,
Who just patters and dances.
by Tess and Gilly
RANDOM POEM FROM OUTER SPACE
The lightning stamped on the roof,
The thunder roared outside.
The cyclone battered all the town,
The tsunami came in with the tide.
The wind howled, weaving ‘round the trees,
The tornado ran across the sky,
The rain made a flood, causing people to die.
by Jak & Rebecca
SNOW
Snowflakes falling down,
Slowly laying it’s body,
Gently, on the blades of grass.
It stands there like a statue,
Waiting for more to come.
Then runs away,
Leaving only water behind.
by Luca & Amar
STORMS
It whistles through the wind.
It shouts to the thunder.
The fog blinds the punching lightning.
It huddles to the ground trying to get warm.
by Ollie, Connor and Harrison
THE CLOUDS
The clouds turned off the light switch,
Then darkness all around.
Nothing to be seen.
I could then see
The light appearing.
It crawled away quietly,
With just a gentle blow.
by Jack B
HAIL
Hail banged against the window but nobody cared,
He crept round the back to check if the door was open.
He yanked at the cat-flap as much as he dared,
Then somebody opened the door for the house needed aired.
by Rory Wai
VAN SALES AND CAR SALES!
by Jack B
Van Sales!
Van Sales!
So much you can choose.
Van Sales!
Van Sales!
Really get me in the mood.
Car Sales!
Car Sales!
So hard to decide.
Car Sales!
Car Sales!
When all the best ones collide.
ROBOTS
by Tess:
A young scientist named Bob,
Didn't want to do the job
Of tidying and cleaning;
And so he started dreaming
Of a robot he could make,
That could bake a decent cake
And tidy up for him.
He wouldn't have to move a limb.
He made a robot
It did please,
But it hoovered up the keys.
So he threw the thing away.
Tried again, another day.
The next robot it was smart,
But it quickly fell apart.
So, he bought some stronger glue
And began again, anew.
The new robot - Number Three.
Bob thought it was the key,
To being very lazy.
It didn't drive him crazy.
It was very clever.
Young Bob, really never,
Had to work at all!
It answered to his call.
Sadly for Bob,
The robot ran away.
He had to clean his room
And do his chores all day.
And when he got to rest,
He turned on his TV.
It reallly, really shocked him,
The bad sight he did see.
While watching the news,
He began to get the blues.
A robot causing crime.
"Ooopps!" said Bob,
"That's mine!"
