Thursday, 20 March 2014

Simile and Metaphor Poems

In Literacy lessons in Blue Class, we have been learning about similes and metaphors and today the children wrote their own poems using these devices. 

I think they have done an amazing job. Here are a selection; I hope you like them as much as I do.


A T.V. is like a bottle of shows
A forest is like a bottle green
A graveyard is like a bottle of gloom
A mum is like a bottle of love
A classroom is like a bottle of learning
A dog is like a bottle of friendship
A friend is like a bottle of laughter
A toy is like a bottle of fun
And you are like a bottle of hope


Your Class

Imagine your class was a box full of trouble
Think that your book was a field full of trees
What if your teacher was a box full of strict;
Your playground a planet of fun
I know the staffroom is a tin full of chocolate
The office is a world of information
But your school is full of care.


Spring Poem

The chestnut nocturnal birds swoop low over the field like a hang glider.
The new spring buds are like a blanket over the bed frame.
The newborn buds are like a swarm of bumble bees committed to the hive.
The lambs’ new grown coats are white clouds floating in the sky of green..
Blossoming bushes are works of art just about to be sold.
Vibrant emerald grass is like an ocean on a warm summer’s day.
The newly grown arms curved over the meadow sheltering the duvet of verdant fur.


My Room

My room is like a valley
My bed is a mountain top, way up high
My light is like the moon, shining down at night
My toys are like the people that live in the valley below
My wardrobe is like a forest hanging with clothes
My rug is like a meadow where I run and skip and play
My mirror is like a lake reflecting me back
My room is my personal world
Come and visit me one day!


What if?

What if I was as tall as a mountain?
I would see the world pass by.
What if I was as sly as a fox?
I could sneak some chocolate if I try.

What if I was as quiet as a mouse?
I could have a midnight feast.
What if I was as strong as an ogre,
I would scare people like a beast.

What if I was a big bad monster,
Stomping around the town?
Would my friends still like me?
Or will I have let them down?


I wake up in the morning

The alarm clock is like an eject button,
throwing me from my bed.

The clothes are like sandpaper,
waking me from the dead.

The breakfast is like fuel
giving me energy for my head.

The mum calling is like a nagging child,
waiting for some chocolate spread.

The school bus is like the peaceful calm,
before the storm of the day ahead.



My mum is like a little ray of sunshine glowing in the distance.
My mum is like an elf wrapping up presents.
My mum is like the friend that goes to school with me.
My mum is like my teacher who shows me what to do.
My mum is like the Dairy Milk bar which I really love.
My mum is like my toy bear which I love to cuddle.
My mum is like the float which helps me to swim.
My mum is like a school supervisor who helps  solve problems.
My mum is like the blossom which is pink and soft.
My mum is like the piece of candy which is very sweet.
My mum is my mum who I love very much.



The classroom is so loud it is like bombs of laughter are being dropped.
Your teacher goes hush, hush, hush as if you’re hiding from your predator.
Then the bell goes ring like it is freeing you forever.
But down in that bottomless pit you know it’s not true.
You go back in and oh no! It’s geography! It’s like death has really come!
Its lunch time yum yum yum it is like heaven’s been born in your mouth.
“I don’t like you anymore!” it is like death has finished you off.
You get home and you start to complain but then you stop and realise something.
Your school is the best!

By Bella.


The world is a bundle of memories,
Still left from the world before.

The future’s a bundle of pathways,
Which each day grow more and more.

The past is a bundle of strangeness,
Now left forever behind.

The people are a bundle of difference,
Some mean, some sad, some kind.

The world is already changing,
Right before our eyes.

And one day no one will remember us,
For our lives will belong to the skies

By Elsie

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