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Thursday, 27 November 2008
More sound poems
Here are the sound poems from the rest of the class:
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The creaking of the door
The purring of the cats
The slurping of the drink
The splashing of the fish
The barking of the dog
The bubbling of the bath
The clashing of the plates
The buzzing of the bees
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Emma and Maria
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The fluttering of the bird
The chatting of the t.v.
The purring of the cat.
The barking of the dog
The bubbling of the path
The sizzling of the frying pan.
The patting of the rain
The croaking of the frog
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Holly M & Taylor
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The zooming of the super hero.
The purring of the cats.
The whispering of the parents.
The clapping of the children.
The burping of the baby
The buzzing of the bees.
The bubbling of the bath.
The flapping of the birds.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By leah molly.
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The moaning of the ghost
The popping of the bubbles
The crunching of the popcorn
The squeaking of the floorboards
The gurgling of the teenager
The pattering of the water
The barking of the dog
The whining of the baby
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Pippa and Kieran
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The crying of the child.
The zooming of the car.
The barking of the dog.
The burping of the baby.
The kissing of parents.
The splashing of the pool.
The bashing of the drums.
The singing of the t.v.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Will C Will A
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The creaking of the door
The purring of the cats
The slurping of the drink
The splashing of the fish
The barking of the dog
The bubbling of the bath
The clashing of the plates
The buzzing of the bees
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Emma and Maria
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The fluttering of the bird
The chatting of the t.v.
The purring of the cat.
The barking of the dog
The bubbling of the path
The sizzling of the frying pan.
The patting of the rain
The croaking of the frog
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Holly M & Taylor
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The zooming of the super hero.
The purring of the cats.
The whispering of the parents.
The clapping of the children.
The burping of the baby
The buzzing of the bees.
The bubbling of the bath.
The flapping of the birds.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By leah molly.
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The moaning of the ghost
The popping of the bubbles
The crunching of the popcorn
The squeaking of the floorboards
The gurgling of the teenager
The pattering of the water
The barking of the dog
The whining of the baby
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Pippa and Kieran
My Sound Collector Poem
A stranger called this morning
Dressed all in black and grey
Put every sound into a bag
And carried them away.
The crying of the child.
The zooming of the car.
The barking of the dog.
The burping of the baby.
The kissing of parents.
The splashing of the pool.
The bashing of the drums.
The singing of the t.v.
A stranger called this morning
He didn’t leave his name
Left us only silence
Life will never be the same.
By Will C Will A
Wednesday, 24 September 2008
Calligrams
We have been looking at calligrams and making our own. Calligrams are poems that use either the letters from the word to make a picture of the word or a font that looks like the word. Although calligrams are a type of poetry most of our class think they are more art than poetry!
We particularly liked these calligrams
We particularly liked these calligrams
Here are our calligrams:
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