Room 12 Poets

Room 12 is a class full of amazing poets! Each Monday we try to write poetry that makes the reader feel something. We use some pretty powerful language that is full of imagery
Here is a sample of today's writing...

SOUNDS LIKE MAGIC

Room 12

I listened to the whistling wind

Racing through the trees

And thought I heard howling wolves

Hunting for Prey.

Lying in my bed

I hear the raindrops

Like fingers tapping on the roof

Playing a tune.

I walk along the sand

And hear waves crashing angrily

While clouds thunder overhead

A storm is brewing.

As the storm abates

Sun emerges

Birds chirp with delight

Like a symphony of magic.

SOUNDS OF THE STORM

Evelyn

I hear the wind calling, calling my name

"A storm is brewing" it screams

Whistling a tune of destruction

The wind blows itself away.

Now I hear a tapping sound

Fingers on my roof

Rain is plummeting down

From the dark skies.

The waves start crashing

Angrily against the rocks

The sea is throwing a temper tantrum

A storm is coming...

A boom of thunder fills the air

Destruction hits

Cracking over nature

Destroying all in its way.

The storm abates

But the sun has disappeared

Banished

To silence.

 

SOUNDS LIKE MAGIC

Baxter

I lay in my bed listening to the rain

Sounds like bullets reflecting off the roof.

The wind is whistling in my ear

Mumbling nothing that makes sense.

There is a storm brewing

Above my bedroom roof

The corner of the roof is flapping

Branches scratching against the window pane.

Gates slamming

Trees falling down like dominoes

The wind and rain leaving a path

Of desctruction.

 

MAGICAL SYMPHONIES

Evie

I listen to the soft music of birds chirping happily

Dancing against the sun

Drifting gently

Floating with the wind.

Sitting under a tree

I can hear cicadas

Making a duet

With the whistling wind.

I listened to the rustling leaves

And thought I could hear

The sounds of nature

Flowering into spring.

In the park

Children are frolicking around

Bursting with laughter

Delight glued to their faces.

In winter I can hear

The silence of the snow

Drifting softly

Onto the blanket of peace.

 

MAGICAL SOUNDS

Sam C

When I listen carefully

I think I can hear

Piglets squealing

Like they are joyous.

I hear thunder

Quenching out the sunlight

Also the soft pitter-patter

Of the rain on my roof.

The storm abates

The sun appears

Birds sing in harmony

As vultures screech for fear.

But listen,

The rumbling of a tsunami

Water rushes over me

I drift into oblivion.

 

THE FEARSOME SOUNDS

Leighton

I hear joyful laughter

Coming from nearby

Sounding like friends and family

Giggling to happiness.

I hear the swoosh of air whistling

Throughout the water land

With a dramatic kiss of air

Giving love to nature.

Snow falls

Towards the land

Bringing silence

All over the kingdom.

Time falls

Until the end

So enjoy

The little things.

 

MAGIC SOUNDS

Max C

I look up into the stars

I long for sleep

The wind starts playing a lullaby

Dancing between the trees.

I crawl into my tent

And listen to the rain

Plummeting onto the tent

I fall asleep.

It is morning

I walk along the beach

The waves smash against the rocks

Furious I won't join them.

I sprint to the tent

Because the clouds are meeting

Thunder roars at me

Its deep, dark song.

 

MAGICAL SOUNDS

Madoka

I listen to the birds

Chirping with delight

And thought I could hear

Children rolling away with laughter.

Sitting under a tree in a forest

I listen to the mysterious wind whistling to the mythical land

And thought I could hear

Fairies whispering to each other.

Staring outside from a window

I listen to the rain playing a tune

And thought I could hear

Fingers gently tapping on a piano.

Standing outside all alone

I listen to snowflakes falling to the ground

And I could hear nothing

Nothing at all

Leaving this world with silence.