Poetry Project

By: Anjie H. & Achan A.

The link to, Rhyme (focus on the sound), Rhyme (focus on the patterns), and Line Breaks is

One poem that we did was, Halfway Down

Halfway down the stairs

Is a stair

Where I sit.

There isn't any

Other stair

Quite like

It.

I'm not at the bottom,

I'm not at the top;

So this is the stair

Where

I always

Stop.

Halfway up the stairs



Isn't up,

And it isn't down.

It isn't in the nursery,

It isn't in the town.

And all sorts of funny thoughts

Run round my head;

"It isn't really

Anywhere!

It's somewhere else

Instead!"




A second poem we did was, Happieness


John had Great Big

Waterproof

Boots on;

John had a

Great Big

Waterproof

Hat;

John had a

Great Big

Waterproof

Mackintosh --

And that

(Said John)

Is

That.









A third one we did was, Rock 'N' Roll Band

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,

We’d travel all over the land.

We’d play and we’d sing and wear spangly things,

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,

And we were up there on the stand,

The people would hear us and love us and cheer us,

Hurray for that rock ‘n’ roll band.

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,

Then we’d have a million fans.

We’d goggle and laugh and sign autographs,

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band,

The people would all kiss our hands.

We’d be millionaires and have extra long hair,

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.

But we ain’t no rock ‘n’ roll band,

We’re just seven kids in the sand

With homemade guitars and pails and jars

And drums of potato chip cans.

Just seven kids in the sand,

Talkin’ and wavin’ our hands,

And dreamin’ and thinkin’ oh wouldn’t it be grand,

If we were a rock ‘n’ roll band.


The last poem we did was, Morgan's Curse

Followin’ the trail on the old treasure map,

I came to the spot that said “Dig right here.”

And four feet down my spade struck wood

Just where the map said a chest would appear.

But carved in the side were written these words:

“A curse upon he who disturbs this gold.”

Signed, Morgan the Pirate, Scourge of the Seas.

I read these words and my blood ran cold.

So here I sit upon untold wealth

Tryin’ to figure which is worse:

How much do I need this gold?

And how much do I need this curse?