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So much depends
upon
the black cat
with a shiny
gold collar
beside the big
fat rat
great like it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
I LOVE THAE WAY YOU DISCRIBED THE FAT RAT WELL THOUGHT JACK
that’s soooo good
i like your subject in the poem
The poet William Carlos William has inspired me to create a poem
So much depends
upon
The sun light
shining with glitter
beside the baby
boy
i realy like your poem it sounds realy great 🙂
ahhhhhhhhh verry sweet lov it lov it lov it
REALLY SETS THE SEEN IN MY HEAD
We did not like The Red wheelbarrow because it was very, short, boring and unusual, because I don’t get the idea to write a about a wheelbarrow. That’s why we did not like it.
This is our version
So much depends
upon,
The green cheetah
pouncing with fury,
Beside the herd
of elephants.
BY Martin.v and martin.m
can cheaters be green or is it thoes nonsensical poems
So much depends
upon
an umbrella
an umbrella
that keeps you dry
with cold wet water
dripping down the sides
next to the wind that blows
brrrrrrrrrr brrrrrrrrrrrrrr brrrrrrrrrrrrr makew me fell cold
I really like your poem because the way you described is excellent keep the good work up 🙂
I relly like the lesson about william carlos william i like how he talks about the red wheel barrow how he descibes about the red wheel barrow and starts with so much depends and the sillible pattern.
sooooo cooooolllllll
Ella i like how you did it similar but about a umbrella and how you described it.
i like it to verry good
Iliked how yu discribed the unburalla
I like William Carlos Williams but my favourite poem is The Tyger by William blake I know the first verse by heart:
Tyger Tyger burning bright in the forests of the night
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame such fearful symmetry
i never heard of him but great poem
cool poem I like it to I want to know the other verses
sssssssssssoooooooooooooo ccccccccooooooooooooooolllllllll lovit brill but it would be better if the whole poem was there ot would sound much better
so much depend,
upon,
having an ice cream,
a bright sunny day,
beside
swishing waves
I wish now I am on the beach to have that cold dripping ice cream it’s really amazing 😀
I love your poem because it make you think the river
So much depends
upon
a hard black
football
which is sad
because
it is alone
sad times
like your ides Farhan
so much depends
upon
a rainbow
smiling faces
beside
the big blue sky
So much depends
upon
a golden eagle
souring over mountains
peaks frosted
with dimond ice
beside the
tumbuling, turbulent waterfull
I love this poem because I love golden eagle !
so much depends
upon
an xbox 360
with a shining black glaze
in the house of a girl
with cats like flying a dragons
beside
shivied black rabbits
So much depends
Upon
a football
the moist grass
side to side
with a rough
brutal dog
beside the
mysterious
angry
wind crying
What do you think
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was a depressed bear
Missing the green forest
And being treated badly
They paid a penny for the dance
But what they saw was not a prance
But what they saw was a pain
He wanted to be out again in the rain
that poem is really good rose
The poem make me feel angry , upset and cold because I don’t like violence.
The poem makes me feel angry and cold because it makes me think of the hundreds of people that died for our freedom and our lives.
IN FLANDERS FIELD
BY: John McCrae
Flanders field makes me feel emotional because all of those people who fought for all of us and for there loved ones makes me feel very happy. Flanders field is very amazing because when some people got wounded they died and people berried them and the poppies started to grow.
By: Angel.V. 6A
Rotherfied primary school
from your failing voice we heard you cry
as we watched the larks flying by
we have taken up your quarrel with foe
caught the torch you throw
we wear the poppies with pride
remembering the ones that died
at eleven 0 clock on a day of november
we take a minute of silence
and we can hear you voice
from flanders field
what they saw was the bears pain bleeding out of it’s torn foot. crying for mercy
this is what i wrote for the poem called my mother saw a dancing bear
Flanders soldiers
We are the living,
On your fallen bodies we stand up high,
In Flanders Fields we shall all try.
We see the poppies blow and blow,
More seas of blood start to flow.
Guns are heard amid the air,
And in the distance a solar flair!
We heard your cry now we must go,
To die we shall not know?
For of we go to Flanders Fields.
Will we save our friends or foes?
If we go to the place where ye poppies blow.
i thought the poem was good
and the FAT RAT !!!
We liked the poem my mother saw a dancing bear due to the fact that its very crazy and farfetched. Also because it used great description of the ache in bruins heart(the dancing bear). One thing I don’t like about the poem is that they are treating an animal badly and we like animals.
The poem my mother saw a dancing, I like it because its funny and enjoyable.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
it is good not even a little bit bad
We are the Dead. Short days ago We live
Oh! that my young life were a lasting dream!
Dreams by Edgar Allan Poe
My spirit not awakening, till the beam
Of an eternity should bring the morrow.
Yes! tho’ that long dream were of hopeless sorrow,
Twere better than the cold reality
Of waking life, to him whose heart must be,
And hath been still, upon the lovely earth,
A chaos of deep passion, from his birth.
I like this poem because it makes a picture of someone whose died, their spirit is trying to come back but they can’t. I think it’s a sad spirit trying to wake up.
love your poem it really good
I love this poem.
I like this poem because it is hard to say it and I like trying to say it also it is very emotional
I like this poem because its about never giving up .
my poem that i thougt of Tiger Tiger
Tiger Tiger
Where are you
Are you hiding in the forest
Are you looking for food
I love Tigers 🙂
Life is like a railway train,
Turnin and twistin,
People passing by,
The whistle screeching loudly in my ear,
The journey waiting ahead of us,
Clanking, crashing and Pacing,
It choo-choos along,
The sound of people rushing and roaming,
The train long and wide,
Wheels turing and turning,
People waiting with fear and despair,
Not knowing whats going to happen in their clueless journey,
Turning corners,
Where the sun will not shine,
Bumbin and twistin,
Climbing on aboard,
Its never traineasy in life,
Thats why i always say life is like a railway
train.
The stars fell down
The stars shined brightly
In the dark sky
While the people
Watched on the London eye
The watch
Digital fidget all botch
A fly got into my watch.
I don’t know I hear you scream
And so I think was it just a dream
Sweets
The sugar filled sweets
I see on the table
With a label on the table
Saying the cable is the table.
Chocolate
I see it on the phone
While I was just alone.
But now what do I see
The bright blew see?
But now I notice
It was just numbers.
But how can I be sure
Without checking what’s
behind the door.
Halloween
It’s creeping closer every day
Without any notice.
It brings his pumpkin fellows
Without a moment to wait.
And then the children come
To take the candy.
But if the person refuses
There in for a nasty surprise!
Can we get anything with money?
Glamorous money
Why do we love it?
Obviously we know.
We could get anything we want.
Can’t we?
Unfortunately we can’t get one thing
And that is a friend.
Why?
Why did you close my phone?
Why did you eat my sweets?
Why did you pay me less for my pocket money?
Why?Why?
I think I know.Do I? I just don’t know.
White chickens saw a dancing bear
in the summer heat
They watched it march. They watched it halt
‘Now,roly- ploy!Somersault!’said the boy
I wrote this poem because I wanted to amuse the reader.
My black out poem:
My mother saw a dancing bear by the schoolyard
With chain and bar
In the summer heat
They watched
The keeper with a begging cup they paid a penny
Flaming tree
A tree a tree a tree
Burnt in peaces grew
To flame all lava and
Fire mixes to be a mighty
Tree long tall short small
It doesn’t matter at all
Whatever you do
It never burns and
Never cools never ever
Breaks this tree isn’t a
Tree this is a living tree.
by:dude
i loved your poem and you should be a poet