Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Wednesday, 8 December 2010

Personification Poem : Books

I sit on a shelf beside a window feeling hot and cold some of my pages can't hold.
I've been trampelled on jumped on by my grumpy owner. Someday I'll have a lovely owner that won't break my spine because they don't own that kind of mind.
I am made of trees can't you see from branches to leaves into a factory. My poor paper has been in a typing machine for too long it feels longer than 3,600 songs.
When I try to speak zero words come out I feel daft and want to shout.
Screaming for help just like in my words I've meet two pairs of eyes but not lemon curd..mmmm If I had a mouth I would die from wetness would never be dry would never be read.

Thanks

By Tori-Grace

Monday, 6 December 2010

Personification Poem ~ Chair


The chair screeched as I sat down.
At the top of my leg I broke.
If I was awake my leg would hurt but I'm tired so I'll go to bed.
Being dragged or being carried "Yay" I don't have to walk.
Stacked on top of anothers head.
Another day another sore back, being sat on everyday all I want to do is play.
Instead I'm squashed to death.
• I look out the window on a sunny day, and all I can think of is play play play
 I can't jump up high but I can be dropped by kids over a centimetre high I can't take it.
 D E V ON

Friday, 3 December 2010

personification poem-Ferrari


I can't pull the trailer its not my way.
I'm still a 4x4.
I still want to be a Ford F950, ultimate power.
you don't need to be going  over 100 km .
I hate kids walking up to me and puting ther sticky fingers all over me at least it is not as bad as a complete stranger walking up to you and punch you eyes out
and the alarm goes off and he runs off.
at least I'm not a Toyota Boo

by Josh   

Personification-Wheelie Chair

I dance and twirl like a ballerina across the floor as the children play and sit.


I'm having the most fun a chair could have with my legs spinning like an octopus.


As the sun and moon met, the room got lit with light, just like the light sparkling from a candle.


As I got dirty from all that fun, I realise it's a cover I need to have!


Oh, I had so much fun!
Oh, how I want to be a human!


My bright eyes are gleaming like the stars in the night.


-Dain

Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Disable Blindness

I am a person just like everyone else, except that my
glittering eyes are covered with a blanket of darkness.

Always I try to seek brightness, hard as I try to get
brightness to plunge onto me. The blanket wouldn't
give away. Everywhere I go I sense others laughing,
pointing and gesturing at me. I could feel the insults
drowning me down.

Suddenly, a light sparkled somewhere in the darkness.
I would sing. In my songs, I will see wonderful things
like the sky, sea and land!


Isabella

Personification poem about pillows

When I hear the parents say, "Come on kids it's time for bed!", I start to panic because when the children lay their heads on me, it really hurts. For the whole 10 hours, all I ever get to do is rest. in. pain, have kids drooling on me! The next morning my luck gets even worse. Mum says, "Kids! Put your cases in wash!". While my case gets washed, I shiver for a half hour. Finally, I get my case back resting for the whole day.

By Sahville.

Personification poem~Netball

I get used everyday it is a pain I get put in a shed with other balls and footballs.


Girls use me every time  in netball I get hurt all the time.


How would you feel if you got hit and bashed in a netball game .




By Nolwazi

Personification - Books

 


I have words written all over my face 
I have a spine just like you do 
I sit on a self all day long
sometimes my owner doesn't even look after me 
I have a beginning and an ending just like this is 


Tui

Personification- Bean Bag poem

Bean bag  

Noise's everywhere I go

I sit there doing nothing

someone comes and takes me away

I feel like I'm lost

I'm flexible and comfy, but then I get squashed

I don't know whats inside me and don't know why it hurts

When people lay on me, I think I lost some cells

The next day, I hope people will people treat me well.


Shania 

Tuesday, 21 September 2010

Ginger's creative nature poem


N = nothing but a little door, will lead you into nature's tour

A = animals run and jump all day, while people sit and fade away

T = trees of the forest and plants of the land, and the cactus will lie in the sand

U = you know the seasons Summer,  Autumn, Winter, Spring, something god will always bring

R = rain can make some of our rivers, and some are cold that gives me the shivers

E = earth will spin round and round, on this place that someone's found

by Tenera AKA Ginger  [yes it's my own work!]

Tuesday, 20 July 2010