6H have been investigating figurative
language, through writing poems about our theme: World War One.
We think they have produced some highly impressive writing. We hope you agree! The children would very much appreciate your comments.
A charging cascade of
bullets screaming,
As soldiers cry for
mercy.
They screech an ancient
war song,
Precise and skilful.
After the colossal and vicious
battle,
A new life appeared.
Gone is the brutal
battlefield,
Now there is a scene of
amazement.
Poppies are the souls of
the brave,
Courageously growing
again.
Friends and foes united
as one,
Problems resolved; peace
and forgiveness descends.
The scarlet sea swishing
and swaying.
Keeping the dead safe,
Trying to prevent more
death.
You will never be
forgotten.
Flanders Fields hold the
memories in place.
By
Ethan
Bang!
Buildings standing on
their last legs,
Begging for mercy,
As bullets fly over
their heads.
Towers are like adults
praying for the life that they had before.
Trenches scar the
battlefield,
Bombs making the wound
deeper.
Bullets, wrapped in
golden armour, travelling at the speed of light,
Piercing bones and
flesh.
Soldiers scream in pain.
Rotting bodies
scattered.
Wounded men screaming in
agony,
Falling in valour.
Hope is almost gone,
But everyone fights on.
Who will remember Ypes?
By
Harry
Bang!
Abandoned Ypes cries for
mercy,
It screams solemnly with
little strength.
Deceased, dismal,
dilapidated,
Remembering when loved
and cared.
Tortured buildings
crumble in pain,
As their soul is damaged
and destroyed.
Killed by catastrophe
and dismay,
She is the victim of an
atrocious attack.
In the distance the ferocious
killers gleam in their armour.
Soldiers march in
synchronisation.
Boom!
Ypres' irreplaceable soul
is obliterated.
Valour and dignity are
gone!
By
Mariam
Devils from above scream
their rage,
Ferocious and furious.
Bloodcurdling battle cries
simultaneously being sung.
The war has begun.
Bang! Guns, gas! Run!
Woeful warfare
penetrates the solitary buildings, obliterating them.
Thud! Thud!
Vulnerable structures
fall like soldiers full of valour.
Trenches scar the town
for life, deepening it's wounds.
Catastrophe and
devastation fills the air,
Bringing sheer fright to
the souls of buildings.
Tortured into
submission, surrounded by vicious murderers,
What choice did it have?
The face of death is
visible,
Spiteful and cruel.
It relishes in fright
and fear,
It relishes in death.
Hearts broken,
structures full in mercy, all life's lost.
Dilapidated structures
weep; heartbroken.
Solitary buildings,
losing valour, lose all last spasms of life.
Ypres has fallen. Do you
agree?
Gun shot, gas and death
- what a sickening sight.
Desolate buildings sob
in sorrow,
Their souls are ripped
apart.
Ypres has fallen. Do you
agree?
By
Peter
After the destructive
Great War,
The sign of remembrance
mysteriously grows,
The colour of fragile rubies.
They dance in Flanders
Fields.
A sea of once
destruction,
But now a village of
peace.
Our friends and foes
fought here,
Poppies symbolise their
devastating death.
Poppies are never
solitary,
They will never walk
alone.
Like the soldiers of our
country,
They stand side by side.
They will always
remember the day,
Being disturbed under
the ground,
By bombs from above,
Crashing onto no mans
land.
They grew up onto the
surface,
Going forward with the
plan they made.
The biggest war has
ended.
By
Aleksander
Bang!
A bomb hovered across
the scarlet sky.
Dilapidated buildings
yell with utter fear.
Solitary houses sob for
friends, with sheer agony.
The church desperately
stands with valour.
Ypres clings to its last
spasm of life,
Like an innocent soldier
lying on the battlefield.
Ypres gaze was
undeviating.
Immense towers standing
with their friends and foes,
Holding hands.
Snake riffles shot the
fallen.
The atmosphere full of
mist.
Fallen have died,
As the foes killed them.
Was anyone left?
By
Gosia
Bang!
The town fell like
fallen soldiers,
Reaching their last
spasms of life.
Innocent homes cry,
As they shatter into a
million pieces.
Abandoned and lonely.
A deadly mist fills the
solitary atmosphere.
The town of Ypes weeps
for lost lives.
Citizens suffocate and
choke.
By
Sarah
The ongoing bloodshed has ceased.
The courageous comrades
and foe have fallen,
In a deep, peaceful
sleep.
Poppies sorrowfully
stand in remembrance.
Will you remember me?
Their crimson blood now
soars through the poppies.
The poppies heart beats
the veterans blood through their veins.
They have reclaimed
their land,
However, the past still
haunts it.
Will you remember me?
Hope reaps the land,
Which was once dead.
Standing shoulder to
shoulder,
Peaces rushes to the
earth.
Will you remember me?
They stand in lines, as
friends and comrades.
They rejoice peace in
the summer breeze.
The residents cheer at
the riddance of the devils,
They show triumph and
valour.
Their smiles light up
the field.
Will you remember me?
Now they shed their
petals,
For the blood that was
lost to the war.
Their graves newly
blanketed,
Their souls lay below.
The wind sighs.
Will you remember them?
By
Saffy
Abandoned buildings cry
in sheer agony.
Why me?
Hearts not beating,
Lives not living - dead
as stones.
Determination flares in
her heart.
Roar!
Her emotions are ear
piercing.
A killing, cold blooded
murderer sends Ypes crumbling helplessly.
Souls of homes slide
away like slithering snakes.
Mercy, mercy, mercy!
The town begs for forgiveness.
Bang!
Innocent faces look from
left to right,
Watching harmless
friends shatter.
A ferocious killer,
wrapped in gleaming armour, seeks out it's victim,
You!
Prepare to breathe your
last breath.
A bloodcurdling screech
from the heart,
Go away war,
Go away death,
Go away sadness.
Tortured by devastation
and catastrophe.
Unoccupied houses lie,
Dreaming of old times as
they cling onto their last spasms of life.
An obliterating bomb
exploded, as another soul departs from this world.
Why did it have to be
like this?
By
Isa
