Poetry from Prose  

 

Rang a 4 - Four Winds

Rang a 3

Rang a 4

4th Class Poetry from Prose

Select 12 words from a page of prose and write a poem using those words.

Aonghus

David

Shabaz

Karen

To be something

Being Alive

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Dreams

 

Some dreams are good

Others are bad

While you are sleeping

They drift through your head

You do not have any when you are dead.

 

Only giants can hear them

They're soft humming sound

When I have a bad dream

I wake up with a pound.

 

Dream Clouds are all over

But they are impossible to see

Only Ghosts can hear them

And maybe the banshee.

 

Aonghus 

 

Being Alive

You have to be ordinary and friendly,

And different to be alive,

You have to know magic to be alive,

Some people are soft some are strong,

Some are long,

Some are soft,

Some go to sleep some say beep , beep.

 

 

 

The Prophesy of the Earth

The earth was friendly,

It was magic.

But now it is just tragic.

Crime is enormous,

Only a fraction of earth is marvellous.

 

We remember our fathers,

who fought,

But then comes a thought.

Was it really for the best for me and all the rest?

We live in a world gone bad,

It is so sad.

God made us to protect Mother Earth,

But we treat her like dirt!

Some people live underground,

And poverty has not gone down.

We are now wheelbarrows that have lost

Their wheels,

Only when those wheels come back on we will then go on.

Struggle has caught us by the throat : will we be doomed to

CROAK!

By: Shahbaz 

 

Third Class Poetry

Spring

St. Brigid's day is in the air

Daffodils growing everywhere,

In the glen crocuses yellow,white and purple

Carpet the forest floor,

Down by the river the snow is melting

Mallard ducks are laying their eggs,

Up in the trees the birds are twittering

Busily building their nests of twigs,

In the fields lambs are born

Gaily hopping and skipping around,

Spring is my favourite time of year

So give three cheers for spring is here.

Niamh

Spring

Spring has sprung

Oh what fun it is to see-

The bird a hopping in the tree

Or see the robin with his breast so red

Seeking food maybe bread!

Spring is fun, spring is neat, spring is

Great, springs the beat!

Spring is lovely, spring is rosey,

Spring makes my hair all curly!

By Karen

TO BE SOMETHING

Spring Spring is the time to

Sing as bees fly about.

Swing like a King so high

Try to touch the sky.

Birds fly in herds in the sky.

What would it be like to be

A bird and have wings?

To be A duck and have to swim all

Day ? Oh no!

To be food and people cut you.

I want to be set free and just be

Me.

Not to fly in sky.

Not to crawl on the ground

Just to be myself.

Don't want to be a cat or to be

A rat not even a bat.

To live in a tower.

Don't want to be a cow and

Have to eat grass.

OH NO! I JUST WANT TO BE ME!

 

I Wonder

I always wonder how the

Birds can fly across that

Beautiful sky.

I always wonder why

The sea is blue, don't you?

I wonder me how the mountains

Grow so high.

And how far to the stars and why

People can't fly

I wonder will I do all the things that

I wanted to do

I always wonder why the

World is round.

And how we stay on the ground

David

 

 

 

 

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