can you guess what type of poem this is?
there was a dog named ben
he was young, only ten
he was extremely fat
he learns yoga on a mat
but he still can’t fit in his den
As the door slammed, I knew bill was late to school he was always late but I didn’t know why? I had been his friend for 3 years now. There are infant reasons why he’s late, I used to think all night he was saving the world, got tired and accidently forgot he had school. And one time I thought he was abducted by aliens. Eventually I knew those couldn’t happen so then I thought he suddenly woke up with his head in the clouds. I guess I will never know the reason why he’s late I’ll have to ask.
Voice echos, purple dim
Smell of brand new. Untouched brim
Adventure that lay inside,
Excitement and pride.
Colours splashed everywhere.
Joy fills the air.
I am the son who is mischievous
I am the eldest brother who is not mature
I am the artist who imagines his drawing
I am the climber who challenges himself
I am the cousin how cares for his family
I am the gamer who randomly causes caos
I am the student who enjoys maths
I am the reader who loves comic books
I am ME who likes being called DECLAN
Once I was sleeping when suddenly I heard a screeching noise, originally I thought it was nothing but then it got louder. I investigated the noise and found a figure with long screechy claws and bright hypnotic red eyes. I turned the light on revealing the rest of his body and found rough metal arms. Salty tears ran down my cheeks. I trebled. He took a step and I panicked and ran, he slowly approached me then suddenly it went dark. The sun began to rise and the eyes were gone but without a shiver creating sentence “I’ll be back”
I found it interesting when rowan mentioned charles was his imaginary friend I never thought of it like that but it doesn’t make sense because charles wasn’t really an imaginary friend. it was a different name for himself.
I found it interesting when charlie mentioned the mum was the main character because it was her point of view. it makes sense but it is very unusual
I wrapped the Scarlet cushion around my head because the annoying violin was being played. My mum demanded I water the plants and do my homework. At the time I didn’t think those were important so I played videogames. The next day came and awoke mum, she had found her dead flower. I had a feeling today wouldn’t be very good. I had forgotten to do my homework so I had to stay in, play time for me, and class was connected to homework so I had no idea what they were talking about. But lucky tomorrow was Friday
Here is the storey Joseph Bryant storey
Crash, Bang, Clutter a shiver went down my spine. My head tucked under the covers and I trembled. I creped out of bed heading towards mum and dad’s room, thinking they could help, but then the flash made me jump straight back to bed and under the covers again. I trembled once more, I silently shrieked and goosebumps were all over my arms and legs. Thunder had frightened me many times in the past but not today. I stuck my head out of the window and screamed at the top of my lungs “I’m not afraid of you anymore!”