Week 5 Bronte

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We hope you enjoy the final poem by Bronte.

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30 thoughts on “Week 5 Bronte

  1. The turquoise sea is swaying round me,
    The warm wind is gently blowing,
    But an exotic spell binds me,
    And I desperately don’t want to go.

    The tropical emerald green trees are swaying gently,
    The delicate golden sand,
    The scorching sun is shining down brightly
    And I desperately don’t want to go.

    Heaven beyond heaven looks down on me
    Paradise beyond paradise holds me below,
    Nothing can prevent me from seeing the sea
    And so I cannot go.

  2. The trees swiftly swayed,
    The sapphire blue sea looked wonderful,
    The trees were blinded with colourful leaves,
    The sun quickly entered the emerald sky,
    I can go, can go.

    The mysterious, serious sea
    It had a black deep hole,
    The fishes swam but couldn’t find the key.
    I can go, can go.

    Monkeys munching,
    Parrots squawking,
    Bears crunching,
    I can go, can go.

  3. sevgi’s poem

    The trees swiftly swayed,
    The sapphire blue sea looked wonderful,
    The trees were blinded with colourful leaves,
    The sun quickly entered the emerald sky,
    I can go, can go.

    The mysterious, serious sea
    It had a black deep hole,
    The fishes swam but couldn’t find the key.
    I can go, can go.

    Monkeys munching,
    Parrots squawking,
    Bears crunching,
    I can go, can go.

    Sevgi’s second poem

    Life is like a family group,
    Think about your brothers they’ve always loved you,
    They probably took care of you when you was younger,
    They are nice bigger and there kind to you,
    Always think about your family,

    There the ones who played with you,
    Think about them,
    Life is like a family group because we have different relationships.

  4. Inspired by E Bronte

    The turquoise sea is swaying around me,
    The warm wind whispers softly,
    An exotic smell binds me,
    And I desperately don’t want to go.

    The beautiful sound of trees blowing,
    The irresistible sight of the saphire sea,
    And the sumptuous taste of coconuts cracking,
    And I desperately don’t want to go.

    Sun beyond sun over me,
    Sand beyond sand below,
    But nothing drear can move me,
    And I desperately don’t want to go.

  5. Paradise

    The sapphire sea is swaying around me,
    The bright light does love to shine,
    But the ecstatic spell has bound me,
    I desperately don’t want to say bye.

    Emerald green trees bend upon me,
    Their leaves stay above me,
    And the sand will always be below my feet,
    Yet I cannot let myself see.

    Light blue sky above me,
    Wastes beyond wastes below,
    But nothing can move me,
    I will not, cannot go.

  6. rain water
    by the schoolyard,
    whistle-pipe, and played a tune.
    Its head
    summer heat.
    they heard the
    bear with burning coat of fur,
    they paid a penny
    aching eyes,
    the poppies blow
    mark our place;
    the guns are dead.
    short days sunset glow,
    loved ones were loved,
    the torch;
    hold it
    though
    boards torn up,
    all the time
    and reachin’ landin’s
    set down
    still climin’
    crystal spell
    cannot.
    bending
    i cannot go.
    cannot go.

    I wrote this poem because it is full of mysterious things and that you want to know more. And that you think that it is full of things you want to know about. because we used non capital letters unconventional grammar.

  7. Circus life
    Beside the
    White chickens, my mother saw a dancing bear
    And played a tune
    And all the children
    Laughed
    And then, my mother said,
    “the bear with the burning coat!”
    They paid a penny for the dance
    Still bravely singing,
    Sunset glow,
    Hands we throw
    Hold it high
    We shall not sleep
    Though.

    I wrote this poem because… it is an inspiration to mothers and kids to circus life because most of the time animals take the show.

  8. so much depends upon,
    white chickens ,by the schoolyard,
    the keeper stood,
    lifted up his head and lifted up his dusty feet ,and all the children watched it march. they heard him
    as he cried, `Now, roly-poly! somersault !`.
    they paid a penny for the dance, but what saw was not the show.

    I wrote this poem because its different from other poems.

  9. A red wheel barrow,

    saw

    the keeper play a tune

    in the summer heat.

    I wrote this poem because it makes me thing of something happy

  10. a red wheel barrow
    saw a dancing bear
    they watched it march they watched it halt.
    “Now roly – poly somersault!”

  11. A red wheel barrow
    Saw a
    Whistle-pipe
    laughed to see summer heat.
    The keeper cried
    For the dance.
    The larks, still bravely singing.

    I wrote this poem because I wanted to make the reader feel alive

  12. Red wheel barrow with white chickens
    Saw a dancing bear by the schoolyard
    White a chain and brand and whitest-pipe
    And played a tune all the children laugh
    When the Queen dead they heard the keeper
    Cried my friend said we are the dead. And now
    We li in Flanders’s field.

    I wrote this poem because I like it

  13. a red wheel barrow
    saw a dancing bear
    they watched it march they watched it halt.
    “Now roly – poly somersault!”

    I wrote this poem because I wanted to amuse the reader.

  14. a red wheelbarrow
    glazed with rain water
    By a the schoolyard,
    a day in June.
    The keeper stood with chain and bar
    And lifted up his dusty feet,
    And all the children laughed to see
    The summer heat
    They watched it somersault
    And then my mother said:
    In Flanders field the poppy’s blow
    Guns below.
    We are dead
    We throw the crystal stair
    Don’t go.

    I am writing this because we can do anything with a random poem.

  15. So much depends upon a

    A dancing bear

    With chain and bar and whistle pipe

    Lifted up its dusty feet

    As for the queen it died

    The keeper he cried

    Now

    We are the dead short days ago we lived

    Sunset glow

    And now we lie in Flanders Fields

    The torch

    Yours to hold it high

    If break faith we shall not sleep

    Though poppies grow in Flanders Fields.

    The reason I wrote this poem is because I think it’s important to remember things and to remember everything good that has happened.

    BY AICHA

  16. a dancing bear by the schoolyard,
    lifted up its dusty feet ,and all the children
    laughed
    and then
    only in bruins eyes,far distant forests, and the snow
    flanders in the sky

    I wrote this poem because you can see what the bear sees.

  17. So much depends upon
    My mother
    Dancing
    Stood in chains
    And all the children laughed
    They watched in halt
    My mother said
    They paid a penny for the dance

    I wrote this poem because the red wheel barrow inspired me.

  18. Water
    By the schoolyard ,a day in
    June
    And all the children
    Laughed in the summer heat.
    They head,
    Shaming laughter
    But what they saw was only
    , far distant forests,
    In Flander field
    We lived,
    In Flander field
    We shall not sleep
    In Flander field
    No crystals
    No carpet
    And
    No light
    Its kinder hard
    Life for me
    A tyrant spell bound me
    I cannot go
    Beyond

    I wrote this poem because it is a new type of poem and I wanted to try it.

  19. MY BLACK OUT PEOM.

    The Story Of Truth

    Glazed with rain
    By the the schoolyard,
    The keeper stood and played a tune.
    Lifted up its dusty feet, all the children
    Laughed in the summer heat. they watched it
    March. watched it halt .heard the keeper
    Cry, ‘Now, roly-poly!Somersault!’ ,there came
    The keeper begging The bear with burning coat of fur,shaming
    Laughter to a stop.Paid a penny for the dance,what they saw was not
    Not the show;bruin’s aching eyes,Far-distant forests,and snow.In
    Fields the poppies blow row on row,mark
    Our place;Loved were loved,now we lie in Flanders fields
    From failing hands we throw The torch
    Yours to hold it high. Break faith with us die We shall not sleep,
    Poppies grow in Flanders fields. Son,I’ll tell you:Life for me
    Been no crystal stair.It’s had splinters, And boards torn up,
    With no carpet on the floor
    Sometimes
    Dark ain’t been no light.So boy,don’t turn back. Don’t

    I chose these words because they meant something to me, they weren’t like any other words, it seemed like they were telling a story. That’s how I chose my title.

    I hope you liked this black out poem, I also hope you got what I was picturing.

  20. So much depends upon a
    dancing bear
    with chain and bar.
    All the children
    Laughed to see ,
    It march.
    And then , my mother said,
    ‘keeper with a begging – cup,’
    “Stop!”
    But what they saw
    In bruin ‘s aching eyes
    Flanders fields the poppies blow
    In the sky
    We are the Dead.

  21. THE GLAZING WATER

    Glazed with water
    By the children against the summer heat
    They watched as for the keeper cried “now somersault”
    The bear with burning coat of fur saw that he had aching eyes
    The snow in our place and in the sky bravely singing
    “we lived and loved and we shall sleep”
    Well you been no places with no light
    Don’t turn back don’t fall now
    The wild winds but I cannot cannot go
    The giant trees are bending with snow
    The storm is fast descending
    And yet I cannot go.

    I wrote my poem like this because it meant something to me.

  22. The turquoise sea,
    is swaying round me,
    The warm wind is
    gently,Blowing but
    an exotic spell has
    bound me And l
    desperately don’t
    want to go.

    The beautiful sea,
    that in tropical,
    paradise, but the,
    shining saphire,
    blue sea is,
    making me,
    go hotter and
    hotter,but l still,
    don’t want to go,

  23. so much depends upon a dancing bear by the school yard in June lifted up its head and lifted up its dusty feet and all the children laughed to see it march. They paid a penny for the dance, But what they saw was not the show. In Flanders fields the poppies blow between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place.

    I wrote this because to remember the soldiers that fought for our country.

  24. This is my annotated poem,

    aching eyes
    to you from failing hands we throw
    reaching landings and turning corners
    The night darkening and the srom fast descendind
    yet nothing can move !

  25. this is my poem,
    aching eyes
    to you from failing hands we throw the torch,
    reaching landings and turning corners.
    The night darkening and the storm fast descending,
    yet nothing can move!

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