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Hi my name is Lily and I loved the Poem of the week so I tried to do my own version of it.Hope you enjoy!
Oxford Evening
Everyone is around me
I was jumping to be free
There all he`s and she`s
Some were talking
Others were walking
The birds were squawking
The Oxford evening had started
Can you help me find another word for jumping?
Mingled
Might smell bad on the train
Its not that nice
No space to move
Got to keep hold of your belongings
Leaving the station
Even when you get home
Darkness is about to fall
Tube rush hour
For us kids. Ahh the smell
Breath so close . People almost standing on you
They’re up there and we’re down here.
So near
Yet no room for fear
But when everyone leaves
We finally have time to breath
Expect when everyone gets back on
They charge on before you can get off
They say ‘’please let people off before getting on ,,
Pay attention people.
There are different people you meet on the tube
Some wrong, some right
Some rude, some fight
Some lose pounds
Some win rounds
In the tube
We are all different
Some of us are black
Some of us are white
But were all humans in many different ways
Except when a dog . like my dog gets on
Then that’s diffrent
Crowded,
Everybody here and there,
So hard to breath.
Cramped,
No space,
No shopping,
Barging each other trying to get through,
Barging and screaming as always!
Market
Mingled,
yellow teeth and stinky breath,
So squished,
Gloomy,dark and terrifying,
So close and cramped,
Heads altogether,
No room for fear,
can’t breath.
Packed,
With boring places,
Parents buying make up,
Kids running into toy shops,
Teenagers begging for food,
Baby’s whining and crying,
This is Westfeild.
In a crowded place so busy so loud
some people heckle over things
some people not allowing a person
from a different race to do things
some people accusing people
about their race. Zakaria Highbury Quadrant Primary School
Windows showered with rain,
Feeling a sense of discomfort and pain,
A cold and gloomy mood.
But amidst the horrible weather,
Amidst the the gloomy people,
A laughing baby,
Smiling at a smiling old lady.
People everywhere,
Smell of sweets in the air,
Fun rides everywhere,
Scary rides that go up to the air,
Lots of fun don’t be scared,
Fun Fun Everywhere
Tried my best and very hard hope this is up to standard
No where to move
People so near
Thoughts telling ‘me get out of her’
I see various amounts of faces
Some from different races
Breathe and smell
Feels like I’m trapped in a well
I’m really
Hi my name is Lily and I loved the Poem of the week so I tried to do my own version of it.Hope you enjoy!
Oxford Evening
Everyone is around me
I was jumping to be free
There all he`s and she`s
Some were talking
Others were walking
The birds were squawking
The Oxford evening had started
Can you help me find another word for jumping?
Thank you for sharing your poem Lily.
Mingled
Might smell bad on the train
Its not that nice
No space to move
Got to keep hold of your belongings
Leaving the station
Even when you get home
Darkness is about to fall
By Nevaeh and Feriel
your poem is good and it kind of true:)
Tube faces
my area has different faces
There black and white so don’t be racist
People go to local parks
But most of the time the dog barks
When you are crowded you get sweaty
When you are sweaty you get crumbled up like spagetti
interesting
Tube rush hour
For us kids. Ahh the smell
Breath so close . People almost standing on you
They’re up there and we’re down here.
So near
Yet no room for fear
But when everyone leaves
We finally have time to breath
Expect when everyone gets back on
They charge on before you can get off
They say ‘’please let people off before getting on ,,
Pay attention people.
There are different people you meet on the tube
Some wrong, some right
Some rude, some fight
Some lose pounds
Some win rounds
In the tube
We are all different
Some of us are black
Some of us are white
But were all humans in many different ways
Except when a dog . like my dog gets on
Then that’s diffrent
Thank you for sharing your poem Theodore. I like the opening of your poem in particular and the way you capture the voice of the kids.
This is my version of the poem:
Bus rush hour
Packed
Elbows and knees
Together
En masse
Old and young
Side by side
Together
Lovely poem Laura. I like the use of synonyms to describe togetherness and your brevity works very well.
Together.
I like it
This is my poem:
Crowded buses
Surrounded
Breathing in and out
Crunching food
Surrounded
Different races
So crowded
Surrounded
Crowded shopping centre:
Crowded,
Everybody here and there,
So hard to breath.
Cramped,
No space,
No shopping,
Barging each other trying to get through,
Barging and screaming as always!
Black Friday
Crowded
Shouting and screaming
So squished and squashed
Crowded
Half price sales
So close
No sales to buy now.
Busy Train
Crowded
Breath and aroma
So squished
Mingled
Different colour
No room to go
Market
Mingled,
yellow teeth and stinky breath,
So squished,
Gloomy,dark and terrifying,
So close and cramped,
Heads altogether,
No room for fear,
can’t breath.
Thank you Nada. I’m enjoying the Highbury Quadrant poems on places where people mingle.
I like your poem
Packed,
With boring places,
Parents buying make up,
Kids running into toy shops,
Teenagers begging for food,
Baby’s whining and crying,
This is Westfeild.
Restaurants Rush hour
Mingled
Friends and family,
Bumping into other people,
Gloomy and bright,
Scary day,
Mingled
No tables
Thank you for sharing Rawan. I enjoyed your poem. It shows a poem can be brief but create a mood.
Packed with people
Congested room,
Hotness and dejection,
Nearly over,
Congested room,
Reeking and tiredness,
Nearly over,
Congested room.
Beautiful tree’s
Places people meet
There’s many activity’s
Green grass
Beautiful flowers
That people see.
Crowd City
So tight
Unable to breath
So hot and sweaty
Really crowded nowhere to walk
Extremely stuffy like a pillow.
Thank you Eklas. I like the repetition of “so” which works well and the simile in the last line is a summary of your poem.
Crowded
So tight
So much fight
Making black and blue
Just waiting
For the train to arrive.
On the bus
Squished,
Children and adults,
All races and cultures,
Squished,
People of old and young,
Breathing and coughing,
Squishing you against a wall.
Black and White
In a crowded place so busy so loud
some people heckle over things
some people not allowing a person
from a different race to do things
some people accusing people
about their race. Zakaria Highbury Quadrant Primary School
Thank you for sharing Zakaria.
The cinema
The smell of popcorn
Which is better than sweet corn
It’s like candy corn
But let’s go to the candy world
It is like a dream come true
The bus
Windows showered with rain,
Feeling a sense of discomfort and pain,
A cold and gloomy mood.
But amidst the horrible weather,
Amidst the the gloomy people,
A laughing baby,
Smiling at a smiling old lady.
Lovely poem Drishti. I like the contrast between the opening and end lines and between the gloom, baby and old lady.
Black and White,
Black and White faces,
People of all races,
Black people with dark faces,
White people with light faces,
Respect all faces.
Thank you for sharing Renea.
Bush rush hour
Boiling hot
Sweaty people around me
No seats around me
Differnent people around me
No space Never go on the bus
When its rush hour
Hi Venhar. Thank you for sharing your poem. I like the way you’ve conveyed the confines of the bus in part through your short phrases.
Thorpe park
People everywhere,
Smell of sweets in the air,
Fun rides everywhere,
Scary rides that go up to the air,
Lot
Thorpe park
People everywhere,
Smell of sweets in the air,
Fun rides everywhere,
Scary rides that go up to the air,
Lots of fun don’t be scared,
Fun Fun Everywhere
I tried, hope you enjoy.
People so close
People so near
All different races from different places
Some people you know others you don’t
Mingled
Different backgrounds
Who are they who am I
Mingled
Lovely poem Grace. I like the use of a line break before the final word.
Great job Grace
Tried my best and very hard hope this is up to standard
No where to move
People so near
Thoughts telling ‘me get out of her’
I see various amounts of faces
Some from different races
Breathe and smell
Feels like I’m trapped in a well
I’m really
Mingled
Congratulations Shianne on our poem. You should be really proud you worked hard on it. Poets spend a lot of time on their poems too.
Nice work shianne very creative
Mingled
Pushing and shoving
Tired and rushing
Mingled
Hot and bothered
Filled with different races
No time for hating
Mingled
Like the use of rhyming
My rush hour
All in a bundle
Squished together
And all trying to escape
So close
Yet it feels like it will never end
No room no fear
Lovely poem Safaa. I like the way you convey a sense of claustrophobia through your word choices.