We really like the theme of writing metaphors about life.Here are some of our ideas of metaphors about life.Maria-Life is like a pencil,you use it up and eventually it disappears. Zaara-Life is like a circuit,it go’s around in a circle and the battery runs out and the cycle stops working.Maria-Life for me ain’t no sunshine and rainbows, it rains on me again and again and again.Zaara-life for me ain’t like a sunset beautiful,calm and relaxing is not what we feel.
Life for me ain’t been no slip and slide it’s not that easy
Life is like the sea,chopping and turning
Life is like a parcel smooth and calm
Life for me ain’t like a sunset beautiful and calm
This is a short extract from our poem, hope you like it!
I enjoyed reading this poem as I think it is a touching poem and I especially enjoyed the twist at the end where I found out that the person reading the poem was a mother.
I thought the poem was very touching. My favourite line was; Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. I liked it very much so I started my own one.
“Life for me ain’t been an easy ride,
it’s had bumps and twists and turns.
We’re scared at times and confident on the other,
We’re nice at times and horrible on the other.
Life ain’t been an easy ride,
but it’s up to us to make ours right.
We like your poem and how you made a great use of negative metaphors because it gives an affect of how life is hard for some people but others have it easy and all set out for them.
“My favourite line was life if like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get”
I thought the poem was very touching so I decided to write one of my own
“Life for me ain’t been no slip and slide it ain’t easy like that
there’s hiccups,falls and spins
even if I try my hardest to have a smooth round sometimes I do fail
but i try and try again until I succeed!
I think it was a happy poem because he described life so well.
And he might of had a bad past life but he still was happy.
And he might of had a bad family and had no friends as a kid.
Back in the day his parents might of not had a lot of money so he couldn’t have much but he still apprIciated what he had.
“My favorite line from my poem was waiting and watching for someone to come and open it. ”
I thought this poem was very touching so I decided to write my own line.
“Life for me is like being in a box that is in a tunnel waiting and watching for someone to come and open it .”
The waves crash showing that life isn’t a calm smooth sea,
Some days the sea will be calm and smooth it shows that its peaceful,
Other days it crashes it’s freezing it shows the bad days,
Most days you don’t know what’s going to happen
Life isn’t no perfect swim
You could sink or drown
There are ups and downs
Even if they’re mostly downs
Keep going
Cause if you stop
You sink
And if you keep moving
There’s some hope
Even just a thread of it keeps you alive
And gives you something to live for
Life is like the wind,
sometimes it can be light and gentle,
this represents success,
it is easy for you to overcome things,
other times it can be a hurricane,
this is an obstacle trying to throw you off track,
life is like the weather,
when you achieve something you are beaming with joy,
you are beaming like the sun,
feeling pressured,
is like when it is raining,
life is like the sea,
when you are finished with something early you feel calm,
this is the tide,
when the sea is rough,
you are angry and depressed,
Life is like a road to success or it can be stressful at times but you can always find your way to complete your own life to the best as you can
Sometimes it will have narrow paths or it will be straight or even really bumpy
It might be like a cloud floating away. You will never know what could happen to your loved ones
You will always find the brightest of times or even the darkest of times
Life isn’t like a straight road that doesn’t always go the right way
Sometimes it can be a twisty road
But you’ve always got to be aware of what comes next
Sometimes the fun, exciting moments can quickly fade away
And sometimes darkness rises
Life isn’t always like a clear ocean
With no plastic inside
And without any choppy waves
By Erdem
Life is like a parashoot flying up and down
Life is like the sun rising and disappearing
Life is like weather when raining means you are sad and sunny means you are happy
Life is like the bright and dark side
Walking in a park and being in prison
Life is like a balloon popping
Life is like an unknown present
You never know what you are going to get
It may be a good or bad
Like you may have a good life
Or a bad one
But if you work hard
You will always get good presents
Life isn’t like a calm ocean
There are waves every second
And in the end it goes away
Like life can be hard at times
And it can also have its happy times
I like the poem Slam, dunk and hook because it tells me about a boy who loves basketball. When his mother dies, he never stops playing basketball and becomes really good at it. The moral to me is if something bad happens don’t let it put down at all as nothing should be able to put you down.
Also Eissai why do you think that if something bad happens don’t let it put you down, because if something really bad happens like one of your siblings die would that let you put it down?
Pass,
Shoot,
Goal,
Teamwork
What else do you do?
The aim is to try and win,
If you lose it doesn’t matter to much,
Unless you’re in the final of a tournament.
Fast play tricking the opponents
Hoping they never know you’re next attack
Use the space
They have no idea what will happen
Left foot
Right foot
Of your head
Just remember to work as a team
And never go alone unless you have the opportunity to.
Net busting,
rough tackling.
goal post rusting,
keeper diving,
the balls in the net.
Crowd cheering
opposition sneering
referee blowing
the game is flowing.
Manager shouting,
there’s three minutes left.
Time is ticking
the game is fading,
players running
striker shoots.
He lives for this moment,
He’s done it again.
fff football skills tricks flip flap through the gaps sliding booting scoring day and night formation tactics makes the opposition all down down down fff football scoring goals day and night attacking is pretty easy you know fff football
waiting to jump on the high board
running and picking up speed through the air
feeling like a trapeze artist
jumping, twisting, flailing through the air
crashing through the surface
bursting out of the water
gasping for air
running to do it again
excited and content
I am a football
I like to travel and fly like a bird
sometimes I am held as a treasure
but I also get kicked and thrown to the ground
I sometimes get thrown to the ground when someone scores a goal
I feel good when the wind is blowing in my face
I am a football
Throw the ball in the air and hold the racket,
Keep your eyes on the ball and quickly whack it,
Hit it to the left,
Hit it to the right,
Winning many games ,
Full of delight,
Becoming unbeatable,
Winning trophies galore,
Practising everyday,
Makes me better even more.
Glide across the sea of thoughts
Even though you might fall it doesn’t matter
You will get up on your feet
Can feel the joy in the air?
No?
You are not here
Snow falls where i am
I can feel it
Its so peaceful.
The spins and turns are mesmerising
String loosely comes undone
The clock strikes 3
You watch as your life flashes before you
But you survive.
It isn’t you who has left
Its no one.
this is a poem I wrote about never give up and it’s called Mother to Daughter
never give up
always do the things you love
like your favourite sport or hobby
never give up
sports and your sweat all over your top
always try your best
sweat dripping down your vest
your never alone
like being followed by a drone
never give up
if your tired from something always have your bottle or cup
if you’re scared
don’t be, make new friends
That’s why honey
Never give up
Never give up
Never give up.
Hello future self,
How are you?
Is everything ok
If not reply and tell me what’s happening
Just a little piece of advice for you
Remember life has never been as simple as sleeping
So if you find something hard don’t just give up try and try again
From Eissai
If you are reading this letter,
That means you are in your early twenties.
Fresh out of college
And eager to start your journey into the world.
But there are some things you must remember.
Don’t worry what people think,
you can change who you are,
but you can’t change the past,
so never look back,
and be the person.
no one thought you could be.
I’m sorry you missed the day I came home.
I’m sorry you left my Mum all alone.
I’m sorry you missed the first time I walked.
And I’m sorry you missed the first time I talked.
I’m sorry you missed tucking me in at night.
I’m sorry you missed turning off my light.
I’m sorry you missed me getting my first fright.
And I’m sorry you weren’t there to tell me it’s alright.
I’m sorry you never really cared,
Never bothered to make a call.
In fact, I’m not sorry in the slightest bit.
I’m not sorry at all.
You should be sorry,
Sorry to me,
And sorry to all of us,
For what you couldn’t be.
A Dad is supposed to love,
Protect, worship and care.
A Dad is supposed to do all of this,
But most importantly be there.
But you couldn’t provide,
Protect or care.
You couldn’t worship.
And you couldn’t be there
Because you made the choice
To never try with me.
Sure, you’re on and off now,
But it’s just too late, you see.
I mean, I get it now.
And although this makes me sad…
You will always be my father.
You’ll just never be my Dad.
I really liked this poem because you literally put your heart onto your poem and that’s why it’s really good. So good that’s blown me away.
well done Ibrahim and keep up the good work
The Noodle Eaters
They eat red noodles mostly,this old dirty pair.
dinner is a messy affair.
yellow disgusting lamp on a dusty table,
with plain pictures
Two who are mostly Greedy.
Two who have eaten all day.
but keep eating noodles
and not sleeping everyday
And thinking,thinking with rumbling tummies,
as they lean over steaming
speghetti in their damp dining room,
Two who are Mostly Lucky.
Two who are living their death,
But keep on clipping on their bows,
And carrying the weight of worlds,
With one strap on their shoulder.
And a formal uniform, hiding their despair.
they eat sticky toffee apples mostly this young average pair.
dinner is a sugary affair.
In front of the historic school building ,
windows and emerald green trees,
covered in khaki green leaves
This two student pair
They mostly eat toffee apples,this
student pair.
Dinner is a sugary affair
in this gargantuan school building,
lush green trees, which are covered in coulorful leaves
THE JOYFUL EATERS
They eat sticky toffee apples mostly,
This young ,joyful pair,
Treats are a sweet affair,
Drips of toffee falling,
Leaving stains on their clothes,
Twirling sticky sticks,
As they bite through deliciousness.
Stood on feet in the open air,
Two who are vibrant,
Two who have worked their day,
Books worn out like an old shoe,
This young, joyful pair,
Who talks the day away,
Happily walking away,
Far away from home,
Capturing only today’s memories.
And remembering,
Remembering,
The time where they met,
And smile,
Linking arms and smile with joy,
As they lean over books,
With knowledge, education and,
Inspiration,
At the end of the day,
They always remain best friends.
Eating racism mostly,
This young vibrant pair,
Dinner is a relaxing affair,
Worn out cutlery and dirty plates,
A bit of toffee as a rare treat,
A bit of toffee like a kiss on the cheek.
Two who wish to change the world,
Two who eat books for breakfast,
Books that have been read 1000 times,
Books that scream every time a page is turned,
Books that seem as old as time,
Somehow they keep walking through this world,
This ever so cruel world!
Imagining…
Imagining what the world would be like without hate,
They stand over the tiny grass,
Grass like the standards they are expected of,
But they tower over those low expectations looking for a challenge,
Their clothes stretched to the limit,
scratched ripped and worse to come,
But they don’t care what others thinks about them,
They would rather run around the world than put on some makeup.
All the same being as beautiful as they are are that doesn’t stop the hate from raining down!
They eat tons of information mostly , this young , educated pair,
Snacks are a familiar affair,
Books lie like a tired baby on there newly-built table,
Pens scratching.
Two who are mostly working,
Two who have a long way to go,
But keep on grinding hard,
And treasuring their memories.
And remembering…
Remembering, their cherished moments,
As they stand free in the sun , outside university,
That is surrounded by the dancing trees and the delicious.
Eating with their hands,
Having the time of their life,
This was and unforgettable moment,
That they will never forget.
Is it like midnight but will never -end,
or like the sun finding a new friend ?
Maybe it cries like a cats scream ,
Or is it like a whisper whispering gently to a team ?
Is it a sour,
as lemon juice .
Or as bitter as a grape fruit ?
Does it slumber until the night falls ,
Or will it answer if something calls ?
Does it go rotten ,
like a dead forgotten ?
Will he fly away ,
Turning blue clouds gray ?
Maybe it slows time down ,
Or looks like a sad, sad clown?
Backwards handspring- twisting like a corkscrew,
Triple-flip a tornado,
Right in mid-air.
Potent faces of the judges,
Absorbed faces of the spectators.
Fast break. Muscles resting.
The echo of blaring footsteps landing,
Chalked hands-creaking bars.
Momentum, determination, faith,
Momentum, determination, faith.
Sharp breaths-ringing down the eardrum,
Crowd errupting, first landing it takes.
My lungs will fill and then deflate,
I feel like fire, could tell desire,
This is my only time today.
Now or never.
Just remember the words: momentum, determination, faith.
My blood ran through the depths of my veins.
I had done what i have never done before,
Feeling the golden medal thrust on my chest,
It was a joy, one that i’ll never forget.
Does it have a rhyme ,
Like 1,2,3?
Or does it sway like a rocking tree?
Does it wash away,
Like a pebble on the shore?
Or stay there,
Like a festering sore,
Does it tik tok,
Like time?
Or catch you like a crime?
Does it shatter,
Like a glass?
Or grow like grass?
Does it drift away,
Like a cloud?
Or is it waiting to be found?
Does it swim,
Like a fish?
Or get put away like a dish?
Do they run away,
Like mice?
Or roll,
Like a dice?
Does it have feelings
Like an excited pet?
Or the tranqiluity like a sunset?
what happens to a dream deferred ?
Is it downtroden like a slave ?
Or does slouch in its grave ?
Does it crash like a giant wave ?
Or perhaps it goes deep in its cave
Or will it be as black as death ?
Lonely and scared as it takes your last breath
Is it tangled like spaghetti ?
Or will it explodewith shiny confetti ?
Or maybe it will just drift away ?
Does it turn brown in spring,
Like a rusty silver ring?
Or is it lonely like empty room?
And left in the corner,
Like an old worn out broom,
Does it cry like pouring rain,
Or like a rat does it hide down the clogged up drain?
Is it a shadow in the dark,
Waiting to pounce on you like a spark.
Maybe its just quiet like a light breeze,
Or left in the cold to freeze.
Thank you Kemi and Ashmount. I’m really enjoying your poems inspired by Langston Hughes “Harlem”. I’ll share a video link to the original poem on the homepage so other schools can understand your responses better.
The young children on journey
They eat crunchy,sticky toffee
apple mostly.
Sweet things are a daily affair,
Holding the plain stick tightly,
The young happy pair.
Two hardworking students,
Two who are always good,
Eating their books,
Who is on journey of life,
Two beautiful children gonna begin
their class.
And remembering…
Remembering,they need to finish
the toffee apple.
Remembering the day they supported each other
in the past,
And remembering the day they met.
Does it dry up like wrinkled skin,
Or celebrate like a trophy win?
Does it float away like a balloon,
Or does it scrape and scratch
Like a baboon,
Is it like a whisper,
Does it fade away?
Or does it shout at you ?
Come and play,
Does it smell like spoiled milk?
Or does it feel like soft silk?
Is it as crooked as an old mans back,
Or like a train hurtling off the tracks,
Is it like a lemon sour,
Like a clock ticking hour by hour?
Is it like tangled up spaghetti,
Or does it explode like shiny confetti?
Does it just drown?
Like a lowering frown,
Or is it like a scary clown?
overhangs and slopes
overhangs and slopes with holds
on both. some holds may be
large, as others are studs.
bouldering up tirelessly and treversing
around islands. belaying up
heights taller than imagined.
up to the ceiling and back down again
ropes whizzing, through devices
and hands. panting breathlessly after
a long climb. the celebration
of a completed climb.
the slap of a hand on a hold
upon the wall
holds with grip and some without,
it is the truth. muscles will ache
as you climb. may arms and legs sweat
on the treacherous wall. hands will slip,
some will stay.
it is the way of the climb
Superb poem Arthur and thank you for sharing this with us. Your use of repetition, punctuation and line breaks work very well and bring a sense of suspense to your writing.
Does it dry up like old wrinkled skin?
Or does it shine so bright like a trophy win?
Does it rise like a cake in a tin?
Or sink to the bottom to be thrown in a bin?
Is it as dark as outer space,
Lonely and scared with a slow moving pace?
Is it as black as death,
Haunted with hatred as it steals your last breath?
Maybe its like a plate of spaghetti,
Or will it explode like shiny confetti?
Well dude I’ll tell you
Life for me is a game of fortnite
It’s never ending
With twisted paths
And shots
And it’s crowded
And the storm charging at you
But sometimes there might be llamas
So I still fight
And noobs annoy you
And race tracks
And the cube shooting you away
And the meteor racing down at the world
And mines exploding
And vehicles crashing
And in some places
There are supply drops
So there is hope, just don’t stand still
Don’t give up
Cause there are llamas out there for you
Don’t stop now
For ise still fighting
And I’m still looking for llamas and supply drops
And LIFE for me is a game of fortnite
the borders
they are both seperated
they both eat sleep and drink
one has a good night sleep but some don’t
sometimes one dosen’t eat some do
some fetch for warter some lay and wait for their warter to be searved
some get ill and have nothing to help them
so that’s why we should be a unit
I jumped, you caught me.
I laughed, you joked.
I was down, you picked me up.
I crumbled, you glued me back together.
I loved you, you loved me back.
You jumped, I couldn’t catch you.
You forgot to laugh, I couldn’t remind you.
You were down, I couldn’t hold you.
You crumbled, I had no glue.
You loved me, I still love you.
Without no warning or sign,
You ventured to a world divine.
I refused to say goodbye,
Yet tonight I cry.
My tears are for you, my friend,
But our legacy will not end.
For I shall see you soon,
But first I have living to do.
I promise I won’t forget,
Your face is embedded in my heart.
Since the day I saw you,
since the day we met,
I knew this I wouldn’t forget.
I have loved you more than life itself,
now it seems were falling apart.
This thing that just won’t go away,
was more then you could take.
But I’ll hold on tight past the very end…
No matter how much it hurt,
I sat and watched you get worse.
I held your hand all through the night,
never to let go.
I wake up, and you were no longer here,
I’m haunted by these memories of you and me,
as a tear falls down my face I remember…
You will be here holding my hand all through the night like I did yours,
but most of all…
you will always be in my heart.
Does it float away,
Like a dead whale?
Or is it like a computer with a system fail?
Does it crash,
Like a mighty wave?
Or perhaps it droops into it’s grave?
Is it like,
An everlasting maze?
Or is it stuck under a thick sturdy glaze?
Could it be,
The sparkle in someones eye?
But perhaps it just shrivels up and dies?
Could it be,
As dark as a cave?
Or is it as downtrodden as a slave?
Has time slowed?
Or will it implode?
They eat sweet toffee apples mostly ,this young pair,
School is a casual affair,
Books and pencils and pens on a wooden table,
Teachers beware.
Two who are mostly hard-working,
Two who are mostly together,
But always visit each other,
And put their stuff away.
And remembering…
Remembering each other within twinkling stars,
As eat their treats at playtime,
That,
Is full of people and laughter and life and games.
Waking up early, bright and early,
Quickly wearing their uniform,
Running to school as fast as a cheetah,
And arriving just on time.
Is it like midnight but will never end ,
or like the sun finding a new friend
maybe it cries like a cats scream ,
or does it whisper gently to a team .
Is it sour ,
as lemon juice .
Is it as bitter as a grape fruit ?
does it slumber until the night falls,
or will it answer if something calls?
Does it go rotten ,
Or is it a dead forgotten ?
Will it fly away ,
turning blue clouds grey ?
Maybe it slows time down ,
or does it look like a sad,sad clown?
Maybe it just dies ,
or does it survive.
or maybe it can analyse ,
like a spy !
They eat crunchy, sticky toffee
apple mostly.
Sweet things are daily affair,
Holding the plain stick tightly,
The young happy pair.
Two hard working students ,
Two who are always good,
Eating their books,
who is on journey of life,
Two beautiful going to begin class,
While their arms cuddling heavy books.
And remembering …
Remembering , they need to finish the
toffee apple.
Before they go to class,
Remembering the day they supported
each other in the past,
And remembering the day they met.
They eat scrumptious toffee apples mostly,
This young intelligent pair,
Treats and sugary sweets are a casual affair,
Grasping their toffee apples tightly.
Two focused, hard-working friends,
Two on the journey to adulthood,
But keep on putting on their school uniform,
And organizing their rooms.
And remembering…
Remembering when they were kids,
As they shared all their toys,
While reading many memorable bedtime books.
Walking,travelling most the day,
And then go home straight away,
Worn out folders and books,
Not being taught by mean,old crooks,
Dressed all nice ready for school,
Not going out shopping in a mall,
Study,study,study in utter pain,
Being good avoiding the teachers cane,
working,working,working non stop,
No time for fizzy pop.
Shiny studs digging in the grass,
Running and sprinting across the field,
Teamwork required all day and night,
Erupting crowd as soon as they score.
Thwack,Bang of the ball,
When its kicked,
Loud chants,
Swirling around the stadium,
Drops of sweat drips on the green grass,
The moan of disappointment,
When receiving red and yellow cards.
Of happiness we knew we were courageous,
Worn out like an old shoe,
Nervous to win or lose,
We always knew each one of us is dangerous.
They eat delicious toffee apples mostly,
Treats are a happy affair,
Holding plain sticks securly,joy spread on their faces
Hands getting sticky from the toffee apples.
Two hard-working students on a break,
Two book-eating college mates,
But they never stop trying,
All the other students admiring.
And remembering…
Remembering all the fun laughs they had as kids,
Laughing like manics from day one,
Their friendship never ends
Does it feel like a coat of silk?
or does it smell like spoilt milk?
does it like living in a tree?
or like living free?
Does it was away all the pebbles at the shore?
or does it fester like a sore?
Or does it just slouch….
Right into its grave….
Like a whisper that fades away….
Or a lonely child wanting to play…….
As I step,
Into the rectangular green battle field
with a tennis racket as my weapon,
Dressed like an angel all in white,
People chanting my name as I
eliminate everyone one by one.
Thwack! Goes the boom on the racket,
Swish! As the ball gracefully flies through the air,
Bam! As the ball and the racket collide ,
And cries come from the losers I eliminate.
When I play tennis I feel invincible,powerful and strong,
I feel like I can do anything if I put my mind to it,
And you can too if you try hard and train hard,
And push yourself beyond your limits,
But there is one thing you should never forget,
Never give up.
Life for me is a big staircase going up and never ending
I like this comment because it tells me if I complete something don’t stop because there’s always more.
Why is life like a big staircase
because if you complete something there is always more
i think the poem line life is like a big staircase is personification
personification is when you are saying that for example a train is coughing smoke
A helpful example. Thank you Enis.
your welcome michael walsh i like helping people understand
I agree. if you complete something there is always more.
why do you think that hassan k
We really like the theme of writing metaphors about life.Here are some of our ideas of metaphors about life.Maria-Life is like a pencil,you use it up and eventually it disappears. Zaara-Life is like a circuit,it go’s around in a circle and the battery runs out and the cycle stops working.Maria-Life for me ain’t no sunshine and rainbows, it rains on me again and again and again.Zaara-life for me ain’t like a sunset beautiful,calm and relaxing is not what we feel.
Thank you for sharing your metaphors with us.
Thank you very much.It means a lot that you like our post
this is AMAZINGG HOW WONDERFUL
That is so nice
Life for me ain’t been no slip and slide it’s not that easy
Life is like the sea,chopping and turning
Life is like a parcel smooth and calm
Life for me ain’t like a sunset beautiful and calm
This is a short extract from our poem, hope you like it!
I like your metephors
we think your poem is great because it shares the same accent as the mother in the poem that we are looking at.
this is a really touching poem#
We think your poem was really beautiful and we wish we could see more of your amazing work.
Keep it up!
you’ve really done well in this poem keep it up with all the good work!have
trust and great enthusiasm in you KEEP IT UP!
I enjoyed reading this poem as I think it is a touching poem and I especially enjoyed the twist at the end where I found out that the person reading the poem was a mother.
I also thought that it was a father
I agree
I thought the poem was very touching. My favourite line was; Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair. I liked it very much so I started my own one.
“Life for me ain’t been an easy ride,
it’s had bumps and twists and turns.
We’re scared at times and confident on the other,
We’re nice at times and horrible on the other.
Life ain’t been an easy ride,
but it’s up to us to make ours right.
Thank you for sharing this with us Tiana. You can see the influence of “Mother to Son”
we really like your interpretation of the poem because you’ve used great language
I like this poem to be honest its probably my favorite out of all of them
We like your poem and how you made a great use of negative metaphors because it gives an affect of how life is hard for some people but others have it easy and all set out for them.
I agree with you Tiana S
I like the metaphors in the poem because it gives examples of how life can be like
I like this poem because it talks about how life isn’t so easy
I like the way you use the mother to son poem to help.
“My favourite line was life if like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get”
I thought the poem was very touching so I decided to write one of my own
“Life for me ain’t been no slip and slide it ain’t easy like that
there’s hiccups,falls and spins
even if I try my hardest to have a smooth round sometimes I do fail
but i try and try again until I succeed!
We like the poem too as it was based off a particular line other than the whole poem.
I think it was a happy poem because he described life so well.
And he might of had a bad past life but he still was happy.
And he might of had a bad family and had no friends as a kid.
Back in the day his parents might of not had a lot of money so he couldn’t have much but he still apprIciated what he had.
I AGREE WITH YOU KEANE
I AGREE
I REALLY LOVE HOW THE POEM IS REALLY INTERESTING AND THE PERSON SET IT OUT.
What do feel about the poem?
“My favorite line from my poem was waiting and watching for someone to come and open it. ”
I thought this poem was very touching so I decided to write my own line.
“Life for me is like being in a box that is in a tunnel waiting and watching for someone to come and open it .”
That is a very good line because I like how you describe a box in a tunnel.
I like yours because you used speech marks
hi Husein I agree with you
Theo I like that you chose 2 different bits that you like and why!
These are a few of my couplets:
1)Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair ,
For I’ve had to go everywhere.
2)Life for me is like climbing a mountain with flip-flops on your feet ,
For everywhere you go , you are being beat.
3)Life for me ain’t like twirling a smooth , silky dancer’s ribbon ,
If you’re always being treated like a gibbon.
I like this poem it has a strong message
I like number 3 and all of them because they were really nice.
your second couplet is really good
We like the rhyming in the poem and how you worded your couplets because it gives a huge affect on the reader.
Hi both. How does the rhyme influence the poem?
It influences me because of the flow when you read it when they included rhyming
I liked the poem so it inspired to do my own but is not a full one
Life for me is like Nandos having nice things and enjoying life.
Hi Ketsia,
Thank you for making a start on a poem. Hopefully you’ll find time to develop it further.
thank you for the comment Michael Walsh
Life is not like a straight path,
It has curves and edges,
Life is not a stream
It has massive waves and waterfalls,
Life is not like a shallow ocean,
It is deep with sharks inside,
Life is not like the calm wind,
It is full of hurricanes and storms,
Life is not like a strong gate,
It has dents and holes,
But Life is like an adventure,
You’ll never know what will happen next.
by Larianna and Natalie
Life for me ain’t been no game
When I lost something,
I didn’t get it back
I’ve seen people die,
They never respawned
There ain’t no instructions
I’ve had to work things out me self
In real life
Every second is a boss battle
Life for me ain’t been no game.
By TY
Hi Ty, I enjoyed this. I like the way you capture a voice and a sense of edge in your speaker.
I like this comment Gene it really tells me what life is like.
Life is like a bridge
you have work hard to cross the bridge
sometimes we make it
sometimes we don’t
sometimes we give up
sometimes we wont
Life isn’t like a calm ocean.
The waves crash showing that life isn’t a calm smooth sea,
Some days the sea will be calm and smooth it shows that its peaceful,
Other days it crashes it’s freezing it shows the bad days,
Most days you don’t know what’s going to happen
By Anisa
Life isn’t no perfect swim
You could sink or drown
There are ups and downs
Even if they’re mostly downs
Keep going
Cause if you stop
You sink
And if you keep moving
There’s some hope
Even just a thread of it keeps you alive
And gives you something to live for
By Sameera and Alice
Life isn’t like a sunny beach,
Coz nothing’s perfect
Life is like a beautifully, clear lake,
Everything’s spectacular in its own way
Life isn’t like a marble mansion,
Sometimes you have to step out of your comfort zone
Life is like a soft bed,
Everything’s easy and peaceful
Life isn’t like a straight road,
It has bumps and curves and dead ends
Life is like a warm fire,
People are kind and caring
Life is anonymous and a mystery to us all,m
By Maya and Reuben
Life is like the wind,
sometimes it can be light and gentle,
this represents success,
it is easy for you to overcome things,
other times it can be a hurricane,
this is an obstacle trying to throw you off track,
life is like the weather,
when you achieve something you are beaming with joy,
you are beaming like the sun,
feeling pressured,
is like when it is raining,
life is like the sea,
when you are finished with something early you feel calm,
this is the tide,
when the sea is rough,
you are angry and depressed,
take time and enjoy life.
By Jolie
Life is like a road to success or it can be stressful at times but you can always find your way to complete your own life to the best as you can
Sometimes it will have narrow paths or it will be straight or even really bumpy
It might be like a cloud floating away. You will never know what could happen to your loved ones
You will always find the brightest of times or even the darkest of times
Life for me has not been a straight path
It’s full of twist
And turn’s
And lots of obstacles
Life is like a football match
You never know what’s going to happen
Life for me hasn’t been a calm ocean
There have been some tsunamis
Yes, it’s a stormy sea
And you get pulled down under
I’ve been on yacht
And fisherman’s boats,
Seen mermaids
And sharks
But most the time if you keep rowing you’ll get there
By Isla
were you can lose something
but you can’t get it easily
life isn’t like a game
life isn’t like a airplane
every place is a new journey
every explosion a piece tear
life can’t be beautiful
by Ahmed and Eren
keep up the good work.
Thank you Ibrahim for comment.
I think it would be better if you could add another 2 lines when you say “life cant be beautiful” from my opinion.
hello my friend you inspire me so much.keep up the good work
great feedback
Life is like the ocean
The waves swiftly swaying side to side
Calmly swishing the sand animals in the water
Life is like a kite flying in the air
Washing all your worries away
Relaxing all the way through
Life is like computer
Keeping all your sad and happy times kept
While your growing and being and elder
Life is like a bag of sweets
You won’t know what the flavour will be next
Toffee, chocolate, sour
life is like a balloon
when your sad the balloon pops
when your happy the balloon flys
By Leeban
Thank you for sharing this Leeban.
Life is like a wave
That goes up and down
And gets bigger and bigger during time
Life isn’t like a clear path
With out ups downs
You can’t change
Life is like a bird
That finds its destination
Scouting out its pray
Life is like a airplane,
Every direction is a new step,
Every trip is a new start,
Every crash is a breeze of sadness
Life isn’t like a crystal stair going up
Things go up and down,
From mixed emotions,
To a joy of happiness,
Life is like a ocean,
When it get rough it’s angry,
When its calm it has a nice flow to it,
It shows not everyone is perfect.
i liked your poem as it was very creative
Your poem is creative.
Life is like a skyscraper,
On every level there are different things
All with different jobs to do
Life is like a bendy road,
With lots of different twists and turns
With different paths each going a different way
Life is like a deep, dark ocean,
The calmness helps you flow through life
While the waves cause anger and distress
Life is like a two-way path
it should be perfect or it should be rough
you should be positive so it goes your path
or it will be terribly tough
KEEP UP THE GREAT WORK HUSEIN
Life isn’t like a straight road that doesn’t always go the right way
Sometimes it can be a twisty road
But you’ve always got to be aware of what comes next
Sometimes the fun, exciting moments can quickly fade away
And sometimes darkness rises
Life isn’t always like a clear ocean
With no plastic inside
And without any choppy waves
By Erdem
Life is like a parashoot flying up and down
Life is like the sun rising and disappearing
Life is like weather when raining means you are sad and sunny means you are happy
Life is like the bright and dark side
Walking in a park and being in prison
Life is like a balloon popping
Life is like an unknown present
You never know what you are going to get
It may be a good or bad
Like you may have a good life
Or a bad one
But if you work hard
You will always get good presents
Life isn’t like a calm ocean
There are waves every second
And in the end it goes away
Like life can be hard at times
And it can also have its happy times
Hi Ashley and John, Great to see you using an extended negative metaphor. The ocean metaphor works very well.
I like the poem Slam, dunk and hook because it tells me about a boy who loves basketball. When his mother dies, he never stops playing basketball and becomes really good at it. The moral to me is if something bad happens don’t let it put down at all as nothing should be able to put you down.
Remember never give up.
If you had to change something about the poem what would you change?
Also Eissai why do you think that if something bad happens don’t let it put you down, because if something really bad happens like one of your siblings die would that let you put it down?
I agree with you because I think the message it gives you is to never give up and you can achieve anything no matter how much things go wrong for you.
Football
Pass,
Shoot,
Goal,
Teamwork
What else do you do?
The aim is to try and win,
If you lose it doesn’t matter to much,
Unless you’re in the final of a tournament.
Football
Fast play tricking the opponents
Hoping they never know you’re next attack
Use the space
They have no idea what will happen
Left foot
Right foot
Of your head
Just remember to work as a team
And never go alone unless you have the opportunity to.
Thanks Eissai. I really enjoyed this. I like your use of line breaks. It conveys the quick motions.
Precision Strength Power Risk
Vault
Running Running Running
Hands Feet
precision
Floor
Tension Tension Tension
Grace Twirl
Strength
Bars
Flip Flip Flip
Hips Wrists
Power
Beam
Balance Balance Balance
Jump Point
Risk
I like your use of repetition Isla. It makes me think the speaker is very concentrated.
The Beautiful Game by Marley
Net busting,
rough tackling.
goal post rusting,
keeper diving,
the balls in the net.
Crowd cheering
opposition sneering
referee blowing
the game is flowing.
Manager shouting,
there’s three minutes left.
Time is ticking
the game is fading,
players running
striker shoots.
He lives for this moment,
He’s done it again.
Thank you Marley.
fff football skills tricks flip flap through the gaps sliding booting scoring day and night formation tactics makes the opposition all down down down fff football scoring goals day and night attacking is pretty easy you know fff football
Thanks Djann. I’d like to see you play with the layout of the poem next and use line breaks.
waiting to jump on the high board
running and picking up speed through the air
feeling like a trapeze artist
jumping, twisting, flailing through the air
crashing through the surface
bursting out of the water
gasping for air
running to do it again
excited and content
pass,
dribble,
shoot,
score,
that how you play,
my favorite sport
FOOTBALL
I am a football
I like to travel and fly like a bird
sometimes I am held as a treasure
but I also get kicked and thrown to the ground
I sometimes get thrown to the ground when someone scores a goal
I feel good when the wind is blowing in my face
I am a football
I like your use of simile Leeban.
Table tennis
hit, smash
do it quick,
curl it round the ping pong net
as you see the ball soar down,
you quickly think have i won
throw it in the air
and hit it hard
eye it as it bounces twice
as it skims off the table
yay cheers
that is all i hear
yes,
me and my mate have won.
I really like the opening 2 lines Ashley. You throw us into the game immediately.
Tennis
Throw the ball in the air and hold the racket,
Keep your eyes on the ball and quickly whack it,
Hit it to the left,
Hit it to the right,
Winning many games ,
Full of delight,
Becoming unbeatable,
Winning trophies galore,
Practising everyday,
Makes me better even more.
Thank you Natalie. Excellent use of line breaks.
I like the poem slam, dunk and hook because it tells how the boy really loves basketball and how he has a passion for it.
Here is my poem that relates to slam dunk hook
Glide across the sea of thoughts
Even though you might fall it doesn’t matter
You will get up on your feet
Can feel the joy in the air?
No?
You are not here
Snow falls where i am
I can feel it
Its so peaceful.
The spins and turns are mesmerising
String loosely comes undone
The clock strikes 3
You watch as your life flashes before you
But you survive.
It isn’t you who has left
Its no one.
This poem is about ice skating
Hi Larianna,
Fantastic poem. There’s a lovely contrast between stillness and motion in your poem.
this is a poem I wrote about never give up and it’s called Mother to Daughter
never give up
always do the things you love
like your favourite sport or hobby
never give up
sports and your sweat all over your top
always try your best
sweat dripping down your vest
your never alone
like being followed by a drone
never give up
if your tired from something always have your bottle or cup
if you’re scared
don’t be, make new friends
That’s why honey
Never give up
Never give up
Never give up.
Thank you for sharing this with us. I like the repetition at the end.
To future self,
Hello future self,
How are you?
Is everything ok
If not reply and tell me what’s happening
Just a little piece of advice for you
Remember life has never been as simple as sleeping
So if you find something hard don’t just give up try and try again
From Eissai
Dear future,
don’t give u even in the most difficult times never pull your self back always look ahead
not behind
Dear Future Me,
If you are reading this letter,
That means you are in your early twenties.
Fresh out of college
And eager to start your journey into the world.
But there are some things you must remember.
Don’t worry what people think,
you can change who you are,
but you can’t change the past,
so never look back,
and be the person.
no one thought you could be.
They want me to be prepared
For the future that is near,
But the truth is I am scared
Because mine is unclear.
Now, I lay here in my bed,
My worries slowly eating me.
So many questions in my head
About how my future will be.
Will my dreams come true?
Will I find a house to call my own?
Will, I find someone to turn to,
Or will I be forever alone?
These questions I ponder,
And so many more.
Yet, still, my heart grows fonder
To the mystery, my future has in store.
I made up my own poem here it is
I’m sorry you missed the day I came home.
I’m sorry you left my Mum all alone.
I’m sorry you missed the first time I walked.
And I’m sorry you missed the first time I talked.
I’m sorry you missed tucking me in at night.
I’m sorry you missed turning off my light.
I’m sorry you missed me getting my first fright.
And I’m sorry you weren’t there to tell me it’s alright.
I’m sorry you never really cared,
Never bothered to make a call.
In fact, I’m not sorry in the slightest bit.
I’m not sorry at all.
You should be sorry,
Sorry to me,
And sorry to all of us,
For what you couldn’t be.
A Dad is supposed to love,
Protect, worship and care.
A Dad is supposed to do all of this,
But most importantly be there.
But you couldn’t provide,
Protect or care.
You couldn’t worship.
And you couldn’t be there
Because you made the choice
To never try with me.
Sure, you’re on and off now,
But it’s just too late, you see.
I mean, I get it now.
And although this makes me sad…
You will always be my father.
You’ll just never be my Dad.
Hi Ibrahim,
Thank you for sharing your poetry with us. It’s very powerful. It’s wonderful to see you establishing your poetic voice.
your poem is so beautiful and deep,it was great
that is really nice u wanted to share that with us
I really liked this poem because you literally put your heart onto your poem and that’s why it’s really good. So good that’s blown me away.
well done Ibrahim and keep up the good work
A message to my future self
Be bold, be brave,
and a word of advice –
try something new!
Eat less chips and more rice.
Do I still like the Beatles?
Or do I like heavy rock?
Did I get a new jacket?
Or find my lost sock?
What career will I choose?
Do I still love science?
All that maths did I use?
Did I lose my defiance?
Am I nice to my sister?
Am I kind to my mum?
Am I still angry at dad
for cutting my thumb?
One final question:
did I ever work out
why we are here,
and what life’s all about?
Hi Reuben,
Fantastic idea to write a poem to your future self.
Your poem was very emotional, beautiful and deep, I loved it <3
Thanks for the kind comment Tuana and Olivia.{;
They eat sweet toffee apples mostly,
This young teenage pair,
Dinner is a sticky affair,
A huge school building,
Peeking through the trees,
A lovely poem Angelise. It’s interesting what you convey about characters from food.
here’s a stanzas of my work hope you enjoy!
What happens to a dream defferred
Does it evaporate,
Like a wisp of cloudy smoke?
Or does it fade away,
Every time you’ve spoke ?
Wonderful Jessica. What a lovely opening. The images are memorable.
The Noodle Eaters
They eat red noodles mostly,this old dirty pair.
dinner is a messy affair.
yellow disgusting lamp on a dusty table,
with plain pictures
Two who are mostly Greedy.
Two who have eaten all day.
but keep eating noodles
and not sleeping everyday
And thinking,thinking with rumbling tummies,
as they lean over steaming
speghetti in their damp dining room,
I really like the lamp on the dusty table.. it creates a tragic mood.
Thank you very much I really appreciate it.
Two who are Mostly Lucky.
Two who are living their death,
But keep on clipping on their bows,
And carrying the weight of worlds,
With one strap on their shoulder.
And a formal uniform, hiding their despair.
This poem is based on : The bean Eaters
The toffee apple eaters
they eat sticky toffee apples mostly this young average pair.
dinner is a sugary affair.
In front of the historic school building ,
windows and emerald green trees,
covered in khaki green leaves
Your final two lines are very powerful and create a vivid setting.
This two student pair
They mostly eat toffee apples,this
student pair.
Dinner is a sugary affair
in this gargantuan school building,
lush green trees, which are covered in coulorful leaves
Hi Adam, I like the sugary affair of the meal. It all feels a bit too sweet and I wonder if the students are really happy or not.
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it cry,
Like a child?
Or thump like an elephant,
Gone wild?
Maybe it feels,
Like fur on a cat?
Perhaps it stinks li
nice poem
THANK YOU FOR COMPLIMENTING ME.
THE JOYFUL EATERS
They eat sticky toffee apples mostly,
This young ,joyful pair,
Treats are a sweet affair,
Drips of toffee falling,
Leaving stains on their clothes,
Twirling sticky sticks,
As they bite through deliciousness.
Stood on feet in the open air,
Two who are vibrant,
Two who have worked their day,
Books worn out like an old shoe,
This young, joyful pair,
Who talks the day away,
Happily walking away,
Far away from home,
Capturing only today’s memories.
And remembering,
Remembering,
The time where they met,
And smile,
Linking arms and smile with joy,
As they lean over books,
With knowledge, education and,
Inspiration,
At the end of the day,
They always remain best friends.
The World Changers
Eating racism mostly,
This young vibrant pair,
Dinner is a relaxing affair,
Worn out cutlery and dirty plates,
A bit of toffee as a rare treat,
A bit of toffee like a kiss on the cheek.
Two who wish to change the world,
Two who eat books for breakfast,
Books that have been read 1000 times,
Books that scream every time a page is turned,
Books that seem as old as time,
Somehow they keep walking through this world,
This ever so cruel world!
Imagining…
Imagining what the world would be like without hate,
They stand over the tiny grass,
Grass like the standards they are expected of,
But they tower over those low expectations looking for a challenge,
Their clothes stretched to the limit,
scratched ripped and worse to come,
But they don’t care what others thinks about them,
They would rather run around the world than put on some makeup.
All the same being as beautiful as they are are that doesn’t stop the hate from raining down!
They eat tons of information mostly , this young , educated pair,
Snacks are a familiar affair,
Books lie like a tired baby on there newly-built table,
Pens scratching.
Two who are mostly working,
Two who have a long way to go,
But keep on grinding hard,
And treasuring their memories.
And remembering…
Remembering, their cherished moments,
As they stand free in the sun , outside university,
That is surrounded by the dancing trees and the delicious.
Eating with their hands,
Having the time of their life,
This was and unforgettable moment,
That they will never forget.
Is it like midnight but will never -end,
or like the sun finding a new friend ?
Maybe it cries like a cats scream ,
Or is it like a whisper whispering gently to a team ?
Is it a sour,
as lemon juice .
Or as bitter as a grape fruit ?
Does it slumber until the night falls ,
Or will it answer if something calls ?
Does it go rotten ,
like a dead forgotten ?
Will he fly away ,
Turning blue clouds gray ?
Maybe it slows time down ,
Or looks like a sad, sad clown?
Maybe it just dies ,
or maybe it survives !
Or does it analyse like a spy !
Skill,Defense,Goal!
Speeding to the ball,
To Intercept the pass,
Skilling through a defender,
At the start of November.
THWACK! The sound of the ball
Zooms through the air and strikes the back of the net!
Panting like running a marathon.
Suspense rises when the striker rushes
To the goal but…
The defender tackles and it’s a penalty!
it’s all up to the striker now
Fortunatly, He Scores!
they eat sticky apples mostly ,
treats are a cheerful affair,
solid sticks and tacky hands,
stood on feet in open air,
two who are mostly educated ,
two who are still living are there lives,
but keep on leaning and reading books ,
and keep on putting books away ,
and studing
studding ,with tired eyes and minds ,
as they lean over all books and pens and penciles ,
letters over the floor
they eat sticky toffee apples mostly ,
MId- aIr MOmEntuM
Backwards handspring- twisting like a corkscrew,
Triple-flip a tornado,
Right in mid-air.
Potent faces of the judges,
Absorbed faces of the spectators.
Fast break. Muscles resting.
The echo of blaring footsteps landing,
Chalked hands-creaking bars.
Momentum, determination, faith,
Momentum, determination, faith.
Sharp breaths-ringing down the eardrum,
Crowd errupting, first landing it takes.
My lungs will fill and then deflate,
I feel like fire, could tell desire,
This is my only time today.
Now or never.
Just remember the words: momentum, determination, faith.
My blood ran through the depths of my veins.
I had done what i have never done before,
Feeling the golden medal thrust on my chest,
It was a joy, one that i’ll never forget.
i love you poem aishah but i think you were supposed to write Aishah Ashmount
they eat sticky apples mostly ,
treats are a cheerful affair,
solid sticks and tacky hands,
stood on feet in open air,
two who are mostly educated ,
two who are still living are there lives,
but keep on leaning and reading books ,
and keep on putting books away ,
and studing
studding ,with tired eyes and minds ,
as they lean over all books and pens and penciles ,
letters over the floor
they eat sticky toffee apples mostly ,
Does it have a rhyme ,
Like 1,2,3?
Or does it sway like a rocking tree?
Does it wash away,
Like a pebble on the shore?
Or stay there,
Like a festering sore,
Does it tik tok,
Like time?
Or catch you like a crime?
Does it shatter,
Like a glass?
Or grow like grass?
Does it drift away,
Like a cloud?
Or is it waiting to be found?
Does it swim,
Like a fish?
Or get put away like a dish?
Do they run away,
Like mice?
Or roll,
Like a dice?
Does it have feelings
Like an excited pet?
Or the tranqiluity like a sunset?
what happens to a dream deferred ?
Is it downtroden like a slave ?
Or does slouch in its grave ?
Does it crash like a giant wave ?
Or perhaps it goes deep in its cave
Or will it be as black as death ?
Lonely and scared as it takes your last breath
Is it tangled like spaghetti ?
Or will it explodewith shiny confetti ?
Or maybe it will just drift away ?
Does it turn brown in spring,
Like a rusty silver ring?
Or is it lonely like empty room?
And left in the corner,
Like an old worn out broom,
Does it cry like pouring rain,
Or like a rat does it hide down the clogged up drain?
Is it a shadow in the dark,
Waiting to pounce on you like a spark.
Maybe its just quiet like a light breeze,
Or left in the cold to freeze.
Thank you Kemi and Ashmount. I’m really enjoying your poems inspired by Langston Hughes “Harlem”. I’ll share a video link to the original poem on the homepage so other schools can understand your responses better.
I like your poem Adam , carry on working hard !
The young children on journey
They eat crunchy,sticky toffee
apple mostly.
Sweet things are a daily affair,
Holding the plain stick tightly,
The young happy pair.
Two hardworking students,
Two who are always good,
Eating their books,
Who is on journey of life,
Two beautiful children gonna begin
their class.
And remembering…
Remembering,they need to finish
the toffee apple.
Remembering the day they supported each other
in the past,
And remembering the day they met.
What Happens to a Dream Deferred ?
Does it dry up like wrinkled skin,
Or celebrate like a trophy win?
Does it float away like a balloon,
Or does it scrape and scratch
Like a baboon,
Is it like a whisper,
Does it fade away?
Or does it shout at you ?
Come and play,
Does it smell like spoiled milk?
Or does it feel like soft silk?
Is it as crooked as an old mans back,
Or like a train hurtling off the tracks,
Is it like a lemon sour,
Like a clock ticking hour by hour?
Is it like tangled up spaghetti,
Or does it explode like shiny confetti?
Does it just drown?
Like a lowering frown,
Or is it like a scary clown?
Thank you for listening
And have a good day
overhangs and slopes
overhangs and slopes with holds
on both. some holds may be
large, as others are studs.
bouldering up tirelessly and treversing
around islands. belaying up
heights taller than imagined.
up to the ceiling and back down again
ropes whizzing, through devices
and hands. panting breathlessly after
a long climb. the celebration
of a completed climb.
the slap of a hand on a hold
upon the wall
holds with grip and some without,
it is the truth. muscles will ache
as you climb. may arms and legs sweat
on the treacherous wall. hands will slip,
some will stay.
it is the way of the climb
Superb poem Arthur and thank you for sharing this with us. Your use of repetition, punctuation and line breaks work very well and bring a sense of suspense to your writing.
Does it dry up like old wrinkled skin?
Or does it shine so bright like a trophy win?
Does it rise like a cake in a tin?
Or sink to the bottom to be thrown in a bin?
Is it as dark as outer space,
Lonely and scared with a slow moving pace?
Is it as black as death,
Haunted with hatred as it steals your last breath?
Maybe its like a plate of spaghetti,
Or will it explode like shiny confetti?
Or does it just drown?
Hi Matteo,
Have you read a poem called “Harlem” by Langston Hughes? Your poem is very similar.
they eat toffee apples mostly
sweets are a afternoon snack
happily holding the sticky stick tightly
two who are mostly good
two who are on a journey of life
they’re putting on there cloths and
and are neat and tidy
and remembering
remembering about high school
as they munch on there toffee apples
as they’re cuddling there books
standing in the college grounds
LIFE IS A GAME OF FORTNTE
Well dude I’ll tell you
Life for me is a game of fortnite
It’s never ending
With twisted paths
And shots
And it’s crowded
And the storm charging at you
But sometimes there might be llamas
So I still fight
And noobs annoy you
And race tracks
And the cube shooting you away
And the meteor racing down at the world
And mines exploding
And vehicles crashing
And in some places
There are supply drops
So there is hope, just don’t stand still
Don’t give up
Cause there are llamas out there for you
Don’t stop now
For ise still fighting
And I’m still looking for llamas and supply drops
And LIFE for me is a game of fortnite
Hi Luca,
What an interesting idea to update the poem from Langston Hughes. The opening of your poem works particularly well.
the borders
they are both seperated
they both eat sleep and drink
one has a good night sleep but some don’t
sometimes one dosen’t eat some do
some fetch for warter some lay and wait for their warter to be searved
some get ill and have nothing to help them
so that’s why we should be a unit
He is not the kind of hero who is fighting in the war.
He is not one who sails offshore.
I don’t call him Sergeant, Captain, or Sir.
His title is DAD; that is for sure!
He is the fixer of my broken things
And the household doctor when I get bee stings.
He picks me up when I fall down
And always turns my frown upside down.
He keeps me safe when I sleep at night.
He gives me seconds when I have a big appetite.
That’s my Dad. That’s who he is.
He deserves a medal for the things he did.
To be with you is very painful.
But, you’re not allowed to see.
I’m tired of being hidden,
How I long to just be me!
To show my one true color,
Oh, how different I want to be.
I don’t want to be you!
I just, want to be me!
With you, I’m just that little boy,
Who fell and scraped her knee,
But, Dad I know you’ll love me no matter what,
So please, just let me be me.
I jumped, you caught me.
I laughed, you joked.
I was down, you picked me up.
I crumbled, you glued me back together.
I loved you, you loved me back.
You jumped, I couldn’t catch you.
You forgot to laugh, I couldn’t remind you.
You were down, I couldn’t hold you.
You crumbled, I had no glue.
You loved me, I still love you.
Without no warning or sign,
You ventured to a world divine.
I refused to say goodbye,
Yet tonight I cry.
My tears are for you, my friend,
But our legacy will not end.
For I shall see you soon,
But first I have living to do.
I promise I won’t forget,
Your face is embedded in my heart.
Since the day I saw you,
since the day we met,
I knew this I wouldn’t forget.
I have loved you more than life itself,
now it seems were falling apart.
This thing that just won’t go away,
was more then you could take.
But I’ll hold on tight past the very end…
No matter how much it hurt,
I sat and watched you get worse.
I held your hand all through the night,
never to let go.
I wake up, and you were no longer here,
I’m haunted by these memories of you and me,
as a tear falls down my face I remember…
You will be here holding my hand all through the night like I did yours,
but most of all…
you will always be in my heart.
AWWWWWWWW
this is a very cute poem keep up the amazing work
HELLO WORLD! here’s a poem I wrote
Roses are red violets are blue
I am awesome and so are you!
What Happens To a Dream Deferred
Does it float away,
Like a dead whale?
Or is it like a computer with a system fail?
Does it crash,
Like a mighty wave?
Or perhaps it droops into it’s grave?
Is it like,
An everlasting maze?
Or is it stuck under a thick sturdy glaze?
Could it be,
The sparkle in someones eye?
But perhaps it just shrivels up and dies?
Could it be,
As dark as a cave?
Or is it as downtrodden as a slave?
Has time slowed?
Or will it implode?
The sweet eaters
They eat sweet toffee apples mostly ,this young pair,
School is a casual affair,
Books and pencils and pens on a wooden table,
Teachers beware.
Two who are mostly hard-working,
Two who are mostly together,
But always visit each other,
And put their stuff away.
And remembering…
Remembering each other within twinkling stars,
As eat their treats at playtime,
That,
Is full of people and laughter and life and games.
Waking up early, bright and early,
Quickly wearing their uniform,
Running to school as fast as a cheetah,
And arriving just on time.
Hi I’m Maria from duncombe.I love your poem.You use imagery amazingly. Well done:).
What Happens to a Dream Deferred .
Is it like midnight but will never end ,
or like the sun finding a new friend
maybe it cries like a cats scream ,
or does it whisper gently to a team .
Is it sour ,
as lemon juice .
Is it as bitter as a grape fruit ?
does it slumber until the night falls,
or will it answer if something calls?
Does it go rotten ,
Or is it a dead forgotten ?
Will it fly away ,
turning blue clouds grey ?
Maybe it slows time down ,
or does it look like a sad,sad clown?
Maybe it just dies ,
or does it survive.
or maybe it can analyse ,
like a spy !
The young children on journey
They eat crunchy, sticky toffee
apple mostly.
Sweet things are daily affair,
Holding the plain stick tightly,
The young happy pair.
Two hard working students ,
Two who are always good,
Eating their books,
who is on journey of life,
Two beautiful going to begin class,
While their arms cuddling heavy books.
And remembering …
Remembering , they need to finish the
toffee apple.
Before they go to class,
Remembering the day they supported
each other in the past,
And remembering the day they met.
The Toffee Apples
They stand around eating sweet treats,
Dinner is like a casual meet,
Holding this plain white stick tightly,
Whilst smiling like the sun ,brightly.
Two who are hardworking students,
Two who are ready to start the journey of life,
But keep putting on their smart clothes,
And eating all their books.
And remembering….
Remembering how they used to be best friends,
As they sit there remembering how there friendship mends
They eat scrumptious toffee apples mostly,
This young intelligent pair,
Treats and sugary sweets are a casual affair,
Grasping their toffee apples tightly.
Two focused, hard-working friends,
Two on the journey to adulthood,
But keep on putting on their school uniform,
And organizing their rooms.
And remembering…
Remembering when they were kids,
As they shared all their toys,
While reading many memorable bedtime books.
No wonder life is just like a box of chocolates.
Hope you enjoyed.
By Matteo
Walking,travelling most the day,
And then go home straight away,
Worn out folders and books,
Not being taught by mean,old crooks,
Dressed all nice ready for school,
Not going out shopping in a mall,
Study,study,study in utter pain,
Being good avoiding the teachers cane,
working,working,working non stop,
No time for fizzy pop.
What Happens To a Dream Deferred?
Does it float away
Like a fluffy cloud?
Or push you around
Like a bustling crowd?
Perhaps it fades away,
Or crouches in it’s gloomy cave?
Does it scratch you
Like an angry cat?
Or fly around your head like a bat?
Is it sour and raw?
Or does it creak like an old door?
Is it dark
Like an underground hole?
Or is it bright like a shiny bowl?
Maybe it just sits,
In a dark old room>
Or does it go BOOM!
TACKLE,STRIKE AND SCORE
Shiny studs digging in the grass,
Running and sprinting across the field,
Teamwork required all day and night,
Erupting crowd as soon as they score.
Thwack,Bang of the ball,
When its kicked,
Loud chants,
Swirling around the stadium,
Drops of sweat drips on the green grass,
The moan of disappointment,
When receiving red and yellow cards.
Of happiness we knew we were courageous,
Worn out like an old shoe,
Nervous to win or lose,
We always knew each one of us is dangerous.
They eat delicious toffee apples mostly,
Treats are a happy affair,
Holding plain sticks securly,joy spread on their faces
Hands getting sticky from the toffee apples.
Two hard-working students on a break,
Two book-eating college mates,
But they never stop trying,
All the other students admiring.
And remembering…
Remembering all the fun laughs they had as kids,
Laughing like manics from day one,
Their friendship never ends
!!!WHAT HAPPENS TO A DREAM DEFERRED!!!
Does it feel like a coat of silk?
or does it smell like spoilt milk?
does it like living in a tree?
or like living free?
Does it was away all the pebbles at the shore?
or does it fester like a sore?
Or does it just slouch….
Right into its grave….
Like a whisper that fades away….
Or a lonely child wanting to play…….
As I step,
Into the rectangular green battle field
with a tennis racket as my weapon,
Dressed like an angel all in white,
People chanting my name as I
eliminate everyone one by one.
Thwack! Goes the boom on the racket,
Swish! As the ball gracefully flies through the air,
Bam! As the ball and the racket collide ,
And cries come from the losers I eliminate.
When I play tennis I feel invincible,powerful and strong,
I feel like I can do anything if I put my mind to it,
And you can too if you try hard and train hard,
And push yourself beyond your limits,
But there is one thing you should never forget,
Never give up.
Hope you enjoyed
By Kemi