World War One poetry

Year 6 have been studying poetry from the First World War, and - after carefully analysing the language and imagery used - have written their own, using poetic features such as onomatopoeia, personification and alliteration. Here are some examples from 6F. The children would love some feedback!

"Poppies", by Jack and Evan

Upon where no man’s land once stood,

Poppies litter Flanders fields,

Like a sea of dead bodies

Scattered after battle.

 

Peaceful poppies,

Stand ready to salute gracefully,

For the fellow soldiers that have fallen.

 

"The Field of Poppies", by Rose and Luca

The poppies are standing to attention
Like soldiers in a line
The soldiers fall forward
As poppies watch

The soldiers that were camouflaged in mud
Were shooting machines.

The poppies look upon the soldiers,
Staring at them with their eyes.

 

Poppies bloom over Flanders field,
Watching the gracious sky.

Glimmering in the sun,
The poppies stand representing the dead.

"Poppy", by Maddie and Jasmine

As red as fresh blood,

All the trenches flood,

Poppies stand tall,

Waiting for the war to end.

BANG! Shot dead,

Solemn soldiers falling to the ground,

They may be dead but never forgotten,

The gun is a killing machine,

Ready to target the foe.

 

The poppy queen stood proudly high,

Higher then all the others,

Her skirt was swinging in the wind,

She was gazing at Flanders Field.

 

 

"Flanders Field" by Reece and Daniella

 

As still as statues they wait,

Hoping the war

Will never return.

 

They lay on Flanders Field,

In a sea of bodies.

They are drowning…

 

Silence surrounds them,

Everything is quiet.

Peaceful poppies

Shine in the light.

 

The poppies are stranded,

Surrounded by trenches.

Drip! The water of the poppies falls upon the graves of our heroes!

"Poppies" by Amanda and Harry

Standing to attention,

Like soldiers outside Buckingham Palace,

Representing the millions who are dead.

Poppies stand in Flanders field,

BANG! BANG! BANG!

All they hear from the trenches is

Gun shots and screaming.

Hoping that the war wouldn’t return,

Shimmering in the distance,

The poppies grew.