Rain
People are rushing and soaking wet,
To get to the bus stop for the bus.
Sky is grey and black,
While rain is pouring from the clouds.
Streets are wet and deserted,
While becoming a river.
Umbrellas are dripping and rainbow coloured,
So people who use them have a happy thought.
Rain is pouring down fiercely,
Rainbow scattered drains are full and gushing,
Just like a bath with no plug.
Michael Kershaw
Rain
Fierce, dull, thumping rain,
Flushing down the gurgling drain.
Grey puddled streets,
Heavy wellies on feet.
Crunchy footsteps down the lane,
Dancing rain on the window pane.
Fierce horrible sound,
Battering on the ground.
Trees breathing under the rain,
Tiny teardrops dancers as tiny as grain.
Sarah Clarke
My Bed
Up the stair,
See it there.
It's not lumpy,
It's quite comfy.
It's nice and warm,
Sleep in my bed till dawn.
Am I snoring?
I think my dreams are boring.
It is raining pit-a-patter-pit,
I never want to leave it,
It's MY BED until I am dead.
Stacey Armitt
Airport
Aeroplanes taking off like thunder,
Holiday makers confused in a blunder.
Bags are heavy,
Queues are steady,
How I wish our plane was ready.
Go to the cafe for something to eat,
Only to find it's expensive to eat.
Flight numbers up ready to go,
Oh my my the airports a show.
Lloyd Roberts
Autumn Around
Autumn is in town,
Leaves falling down.
Golden leaves,
Off the autumn trees.
Leaves all around,
Like a carpet on the ground.
The autumn breeze,
Will empty the trees.
Kirsty Atkinson
An Autumn Poem
Autumn is all around
Leaves falling on the ground.
Squirrels running on the ground
Looking for nuts all around.
Leaves fall on the ground
Red, yellow, orange and brown.
Leaves in the town
Kicking them off the ground.
Frosty days, fire on
Summer sun has gone.
Victoria Foster
Autumn
Leaves falling on the ground,
Red, yellow, orange and brown.
Farmers collecting hay,
Before a winter's day.
Leaves falling on the ground,
Covering every town.
Crunchy, crackly leaves,
Falling off the trees.
Jenna Burden
My T.V.
There's something important in my life,
It is my T.V.
After I've been out to play,
I watch it for the rest of the day.
I love my T.V. and that's no lie,
I'll watch it till the day I die.
I couldn't live without my T.V.,
God knows what'll happen to me.
I'd like to thank the inventor of the T.V.
I REALLY REALLY LOVE MY T,V.
Faysal Ahmed
Conkers
Green and Spiky,
Hard and clean.
Conker conker,
Brown and mean.
Conker fights in the playground,
Even in the streets,
Some of the kids even betting there sweets.
Some conkers are big,
Some conkers are small,
Some are shaped like a ball.
Hitting and splitting the conker shell,
Some are winning and battling well.
Simon Horsefield
Patrick O'Hare
Patrick O'Hare,
Was fond of a dare.
He went to call his neighbour,
Who had a dog called Sabour.
The dog was mean like a killing machine,
He forgot to remember,
That it was December.
Sabour was white,
But so was the snow.
So he couldn't see Sabour,
Crouched down quite low.
He heard a growl when he pressed the bell,
Then a snarl and then he fell.
Jonathan Davies
Alliteration
One weary whale wanted a white weasel.
Two tame tadpoles tasted a tarty tangerine.
Three thoughtless things tried to tame a tarantula.
Four flaming flamingos fought for food.
Five fierce ferrets flexibly flipped a fish-monger.
Six scaly sea serpents sailed to Spain.
Seven silly sausages sang silently.
Eight edible elephants experimented excitedly.
Nine naked natives nicely became neighbours.
Ten tiny tigers tried table tennis.
Christy Dillon
Darkness
The gloomy silence into the dark,
Spookier than an old house.
Into the night click, clack.
Its cold as ice,
As black as a witch's cat.
It's silent as a creeping mouse.
The creepy creek of the floor boards
Crackle beneath my feet.
It's pitch black,
The deathly silence,
Of the creepy cellars.
It's as dull as dust,
The darkness
As dark as the slimy sewers
There is an imaginary monster
Behind my back.
The darkness is coming to light now,
For darkness WILL come tonight.
Sammi-Jo Lever
Alliteration
One wild whirlwind winding from well to well,
Two tiny tadpoles took a taxi down town,
Three thick thorns thundered through Thursday,
Four fat fairies flung a fish five feet far,
Five flying frogs flopped down a foothill,
Six silly sweets shook up some soup,
Seven short ships sank a shellfish,
Eight electric eels ended an event,
Nine nasty nostrils got a nickname for netball,
Ten tabby tablespoons had a tangerine tally
Nicola Ball
One wacky walrus went west.
To tools told a tale toad.
The thorns think their selves.
Fabulous fish flow forever.
Friday freshwater for frogs.
Six silly snails saw snakes.
Shopkeepers should shorten sessions.
Eight endless elephants eating ears.
Nine nice nannies knitting knickers.
Ten tadpoles told a terrifying tale.
Jodi Shaw
Darkness
As black as a witch's cat
The tooting owl sat.
In the deadly silence all on its own,
In the creepy big black tree.
And as the sparkling stars shine
With the gleaming moon as back up,
The loud and frightening werewolves howled,
And the little quick mouse squeals.
As the big black owl clings to its throat,
As it fights for it's supper.
And the werewolves stop howling,
So the deathly silence is here again.
Which leaves the big black owl to eat
It's precious prey in peace.
Kirsty Bennett
Darkness
Rustle of creepy trees
Down near the old black seas
A dreadful full moon
You'll be gone soon
Midnight black on an eerie track
Someone's behind you crack, crack, crack
Rustle of trees in the cold breeze
Cheryl Hunt
The Whatifs
I was in bed thinking strange things,
And they wouldn't go out of my head.
I was thinking, Whatif my hair doesn't grow?
Whatif it covers me with snow?
Whatif my hair grows pink?
Whatif my head grows the shape of a sink?
Whatif dinosaurs come to life?
Whatif they stab me with a knife?
Whatif I get done off my mum?
Whatif I get burnt by the sun?
Whatif I watch shooting stars?
Whatif I fly to Mars?
Whatif I could fly?
Whatif I should die?
Robert Spavin
When I am in bed
I think of all the things in my head
Whatif I got stung by a bee?
Whatif I can only count to three?
Whatif I am the champ?
Whatif my sister is damp?
Whatif I am a misery?
Whatif you die with me?
Whatif I have much glee?
Whatif I can't see?
Whatif I win a grand?
Whatif I find a band?
Whatif I am the best?
Whatif my mum dyes my vest?
Nathan Allen
I Should Like To
I should like to hold bursting bubbles.
I should like to hear the sun rising in the sky.
I should like to take home the sparkles of the stars.
I should like to hear the fish swimming in shinning moonlight.
I should like to hear the paint brush's bristles swooshing and
sweeping.
I should like to touch the clumsy cockroach,
Crawling around in the morning dew.
Kerry Thornburrow
I Should Like To
I would like to touch the fluffy white of the clouds
See the patterns in the icy snow flakes
Smell the perfume of a poppy in a hedge
Hear the call of death after the pigeon fight
Paint the rainbow in a fragrant sight
Fly with the singing birds
Smell the air on a frosty morning
While the day is dawning
Lloyd Roberts
THE EMPTY PLAYGROUND
When I went out there was a big breeze on my face,
In the dead playground ooh a shiver up my spine,
Someone could be watching me,
Up goes another shiver up my spine.
I feel like a ghost being ignored,
A wind making you pale.
The feeling someone shut the door and locked puffy clouds in the sky,
Birds flying over,
A shiver up my spine.
Jonathan Glass
THE EMPTY PLAYGROUND
Empty, scary, squeaky gates,
Rustling leaves, the sun so low,
Scary shadow long and thin,
Burnt out 'cig' on the floor.
Thinking someone is behind you,
Feeling of dead around you.
Cold as night,
Clouds floating so slow,
Aeroplanes flying in the sky,
Ghost town playground.
Paul Beech
Red is
The burning red hot firework
The bubbling hot lava
The evil red Devil
The purple clouds in the sun set
The jumping hot crackling fire
The squashy squishy tomato
The red flying Robin
The warning red and white danger sign
The red blushing person
The red teacher telling someone off
Liam Scholes
Red is . . .
The burning red hot fire
The blazing sun set in the sky
The squishy squashy red tomato
The tomato ketchup pouring from the jar
Manchester United dressed in red
A red jumper keeping you warm
The red hot bubbling lava
A red fox running
A big red shiny post box
The small red poppies growing in the field
Darren Southern
Fire Night
An explosion of colours light the night sky,
Bangers going off, happy children scream with excitement.
Animals barking, cats meowing,
Flaming sparklers wave near me.
My teeth stuck with treacle toffee,
The blazing fire still roaring with might.
The fire rises like an angry giant,
The fire dies out,
The flying fire works are all burnt out.
Scott Britton
Yellow
Yellow
Yellow
I like yellow
Golden
And It
Is so
So bright
I love yellow
When it is black
And all dark
I think of the sun
I love yellow
Victoria Foster
Red is . . .
The jumping burning hot sparkling fire
The sweet tasty soft juicy strawberry
The big wide shiny post box
The light bright traffic light
The burning hot shining sun
The big running kicking goals
Scoring Manchester United team
The squashy squeezy tomatoes
The sweet smelly poppy
The squashy round heart.
Sarah Rust
Blue is cold
Blue is sad
Blue is our school jumper.
Blue is a frozen man
Blue is the sky without any clouds
Blue is the watery sea.
Daniel Smee
Bonfire Night
Catherine wheels twirling,
Traffic lights flashing,
Air bombs booming when they go off.
Thunder rockets whirring by,
It's like a water-fall,
When the silver cascade explodes.
Sparklers crackle,
And obviously sparkle,
The yellow gleam from the twinkling star,
And the white snow from the snow storm,
Light up the dark sky.
The stack of wood,
And in the middle of the flame,
You can see its blood.
I can't wait for another bonfire,
Because once again it'll be good.
Brett Cullen
Air bomb ripping through the night sky,
Spinning twirling rushing by.
Roaring fire gobbles up the ugly guy,
Shooting stars falling from the sky.
The fire begins to die,
As new glowing fires towering high.
Children's eyes sparkling with delight,
Glowing colours die in the night.
Fires dying before your eyes,
Sun begins to rise.
Fire works nowhere to be seen,
Fire is out,
But there's still a little gleam.
David (Morris) Hall
Bonfire Night
Whizzing, whining, zooming,
Fireworks booming.
Huge, gold, red, yellow monster,
Sleeps on ashes,
Always flashes,
Scoffing down his fiery throat.
Branches of trees,
Half of a boat.
Wheeeeee Kerflump goes the fireworks up and down,
Traffic lights lighting up the town.
Loud exploding Roman candles,
Lovely colours coming out,
Hot pot for tea nice and warm,
Treacle toffee for desert soft and brown.
Put in your mouth they will go down down down.
Lloyd Roberts
Fire Works
Swishing swerving super sonic bang!
Crackling Catherine wheels,
Stacks of gleaming gold.
Branches of trees upon the fire,
Silver and golden rain falls from the sky,
Colourful comets flying by.
A screech then a bang,
Exploding rainbows in the sky.
Sparkles everywhere,
Smoke in the cold night air.
Kerry Thornburrow
Bonfire Night
Flashing, banging, soaring high,
Spurting golden in the sky.
Exploding stars and coloured rain,
Glow and gleam again and again.
Dancing, spinning Catherine wheels,
Flames and crackles of the meals.
Shooting stars and coloured rain,
Fiery dragons plunging, swallowing,
Spitting ash to the ground.
Flames are dragging all around,
Guy burning, scorched and hollowing.
Crispy fire climbing, swallowing,
Laughing, dancing, round, round,round.
Meowing, woofing a din of sound,
Chomping, playing having fun,
Lying dead in ash, finished, done.
Bethan Midgley
Fireworks
going bang
bang bang
in the
misty night
so hold your ears
very tight
Michalea Wilkinson
Fireworks
Fiercely grinding teeth,
Illuminations, crackling, sparkling.
Round and round they spin,
Excellent cracking noises.
Whirring and flashing,
Orange and yellow in the dark sky.
Raining showers of fireworks,
Kicking ashes falling from the dark sky,
Shooting stars all over the world.
by Laurence Smith
Fireworks and the Bonfire
Bangers popping furiously,
Roman candles spitting rapidly.
Distorting pearls cascading white diamonds,
Red dragons breathing red stars,
Triple happiness launching green emeralds
into the sky.
Artillery fireworks launching blasts into
space,
The guy being eaten by a fierce golden lion,
Roaring into the night.
by Joe Dillon
Red is . . .
When you're shy
Bright traffic light
Lips of Snow White
The shiny red post box
Angry faces
The red fox
The big poppy
The warm sun
The ooh Santa
The furry squirrel
The soft tomato
The juicy strawberry
The hard rosy apple
The hard safe fire extinguisher
Raw red nose, warm red toes
Red shiny leaves
by Kirsty York
Bonfire Night
The night Sky gets Illuminated,
Fireworks fireworks soaring fast.
A multi coloured shower of rain,
Bonfire as big as a ship's mast,
Lashing out like a cane.
Climbing up to the sky,
Fireworks Zooming by.
Bonfire dancing, fireworks prancing.
Little stars of coloured fire,
Glowing stars that I desire.
Soon the fire has a smoky breath,
The field is quiet, quiet like death.
Wood lying dead in ash,
Crumpled paper, like mash.
by Stacey Groom
Fireworks
Firework soaring through the skies
Banging flashing spreading their burning flame
Roman candle open wide
Golden glitter in the dark skies
Banging evilly loud and strong
Zooming cracking smoky breath
Dazzling bright as a star
by Paul Beech
Red
The hot burning sun
The jumping fire
The soft small poppy
The sweet soft strawberries
The cold hard fire extinguisher
The big hard post box
The running sticky red blood
The rough dull spelling book
The squashy shining tomato
The fluffy red jumper.
Nicola-Anne Taylor
Red is . .
Strawberry, juicy and delicious
Red roses, nice and full of scent
Red tomato smooth juicy and sweet
Red squirrel, long bushy tail and darting through the woods
The post box nice and bright like a juicy strawberry
The blazing jumping hot crackling fire
The red devil is very evil beware of him he is very dangerous
The red angry teacher with the red blood face
The red long cut, blood pouring down the face and dripping all over the floor.
Stephen
THE EMPTY PLAYGROUND
Cold and empty playground - Free!
I can hear a flame gun making a burning sound.
Leaves rustling in the cold playground,
Lovely because it is empty.
Beautiful because I have got open air,
Empty and cold.
Birds flying high in the sky,
Cars whizzing past,
Leaves rustling from the trees.
James Wilde
THE PLAYGROUND
Tennis balls being thrown against the wall with a thud,
The football being kicked with a big wack.
People playing Bulldog, sounding like a herd of wilderbeast,
Children skipping and the ropes going swish.
Kids shouting with laughter,
The teacher blowing her whistle.
The playground is deserted,
The trees swaying side to side,
Motorbikes revving up outside school,
Cars zooming past
The gates swing open in the wind,
A drill thumping into the ground.
Pietro Menga
Black
Black is dark
Black is dull.
A black knight
On his horse.
Oil is black,
Black is scary.
A black cat,
Black school shoes,
My stereo,
Mysterious shadows in the night!
by Christopher Armitt
Black
In the night,
A black cat runs.
Shadows are Scary.
Then me
Down in a
Coal mine
Too scary for me.
Shadows are
Very very scary.
A black
GHOST!
by Thomas Lambe
Whatif
One night something came up in my head saying, "Whatif I turn into an alien?
Whatif I get picked for a rubbish team like Manchester . . . . . .?
Whatif I have horrible parents?
Whatif I turn into a witch?
Whatif I have an itch?
Whatif I don't turn up to school?
Whatif I get called a fool?
Whatif I'm dumb?
Whatif I had no thumb?
Whatif I turned into a boy?
Whatif I get called Roy?
Whatif my hair turns pink?
Whatif I have to drink ink?
Whatif my head goes very small?
Whatif it turns into a ball?
Whatif it happens to you?
Whatif it all comes true?
Lindsay Chapman
Darkness
Rotten houses falling down,
Cackling witches zooming round.
Creaking floorboards make me shiver,
Moving footsteps make me quiver.
Spooky statues standing still,
Howling werewolves on a hill.
Gushing wind in my face,
This is an awful scary place.
Skeletons bones rattles and groans,
Monster blood and mouldy bones.
Sparkling stars in the night,
Deadly and frightening moonlight.
by Craig Sharples
Darkness
Darkness rules as the sun goes down,
A creepy toot of an old wise owl.
A hairy spider creeps along the wall,
Making shadows very tall.
Trees creek and rustle,
Witches quickly tussle.
Werewolves noisy howl,
The wind carries along a big wide beach towel.
Stars sparkle in the in the sky,
Ogres goblins climb up high.
See the spooky monster silhouettes,
Skeletons and their bone dog pets.
Chris Bendle
Alliteration
One other opened orange oysters
Two tigers talked together tickling tummies
Three thumbs thought thumping thighs
Four fish fell fishing for frogs
Five frogs fished for flamingo's
Six sizzling sausages sizzled strongly
seven sweet singers sang sweetly
Eight enchanted elephants eat enchanted eggs
Nine nasty nutcrackers gnashed nuts
Ten tailors took toads to Thailand
by Lee Sharples
One wet wacky Wednesday
Two tall boys thought so too
Thursday the storm came
Four ferrets fell forwards
Five fake faces were fat
Six snakes sucked some sausages
Seven slugs saw salami
Eight elephants walked eagerly
Nine naughty nephews needed a nappy
Ten tarantulas crawled to Thailand
Rabeya Begum
Darkness
On a dark gloomy night,
When you could have a little fright..
Two skeletons appeared,
With a great long white beard.
The two skeletons start to fight,
Over a dog that gave them a fright.
The dog jumped out onto crunchy leaves,
And heard the rustle of the trees.
They got on their knees,
And felt the cold breeze.
Its a full moon,
I'll have to go soon.
It's 12 o'clock,
And I'm near the dock.
I'm going home now,
And then I'll bow.
I'm at home,
I'm going in,
Don't go out it's dreadfully dim.
by Pagan Jones
Alliteration
One whispering wallaby walked one Wednesday,
Two turquoise tea towels trudged to town,
Three thin thieves thought about thorns,
Four fat frogs fought fiercely for Finland,
Five floppy fish forgot about frogs,
Six smelly socks sank on a submarine,
Seven scary sharks swallowed a ship,
Eight eggy eagles escaped an energetic eruption,
Nine naughty nannies never used knives,
Ten terrible terrapins took a toffee to Teneriffe.
Kelly Nuttall
Waterfalls
Waterfalls crashing down,
Splashing water everywhere,
Loudly tumbling,
Tossing rocks at the bottom.
Blue as the sky,
And beautiful,
Rabeya Begum
Rivers
At the source the river begins,
Down it flows like rain in winds.
Its fast but shallow near it's source,,
Quickly quickly rapid river.
In the distance we see it's mouth,
A long journey to the South.
Calm and quick clear and clean,
Athletic river fast and mean.
At the mouth joins the sea,
Back to the beginning foe me to see.
by Simon Horsefield
River's
On top of the cold and icy mountain,
The sun begins to shine.
It melts the ice becoming a source,,
The source flows down the mountain,
And get's bigger as other tributaries join in the ride.
After a few weeks it gets wider and older,
It starts to turn corners which are called meanders.
Meanders are fast and dangerous it's a fast flowing journey
It wiggles and jiggles because of all the excitement then . .
BANG!
It looks as though it has expanded in a matter of 3 seconds.
by Kirsty Bennett
Emma Noodles
Emma Noodles was fond of poodles.
She didn't like cats,
She thought they were prats.
She pleaded with her mum,
But she wouldn't get her one.
On her birthday,
She did pray.
When she got one,
She called it Bom Bom,
Did Emma Noodles,
Who was fond of poodles.
Craig Sharples
Friends Thinking of what to play
Friends are kind and play with you,
But you never know what to do.
Thinking and thinking of things to play,
Just sitting there thinking day by day.
You finally think of a game to play you start playing it,
Then Ding Dong "Sarah its time for your friend to go home",
"But can't I play for a little bit?"
by Sarah Reid
Snow
It's a nice soft gentle sound,
Falling down on the icy ground.
Children want to play out,
While their harassed mothers shout.
They shout its freezing cold,
That all the kids have been told.
Children like to play in snow,
But when they ask Mum the answers always No!
Not like some horrible weather,
This falls like a gentle feather.
Children get wrapped up warm,
Then they play on the frosted lawn.
Soon it gets dark,
Cold dogs bark.
Oh look there's the moon,
It's Christmas soon.
Good bye snow,
It's cold I know.
by Sarah Clarke
Words
You can play with dice,
You can play with cards,
You can play with a ball,
You can play with words,
Words
Words
Words
Words
Words
Words.
by Hayley Foster
Books
Books are for reading
Books are good
Books are funny
Books are happy
Books are brightly coloured
Books are sad
Books are scary.
Philip Heyworth
Autumn
Birds are flying in theirV's,
Autumn leaves on the trees.
Leaves that crackle and crunch,
Berries that are in a bunch.
The leaves are gold,
It's getting cold.
Birds migrate,
Animals hibernate.
Christopher Armitt
Here comes Autumn
Here comes autumn all around,
Here come conkers on the ground.
Mr. Jack Frost is running,
The cold winter is coming.
The farmers are collecting hay,
Before the cold winter day.
Cold and misty, clear and blue,
Winter is coming near to you.
Sammy May
Autumn
Autumn is all around,
Look at the leaves,red and brown.
Jack Frost is running,
Winter is coming.
Conkers hiding under the leaves,
Some conkers still up in the trees.
When you stand on the leaves,
They go crunch, crackle under your feet.
Faye George
The House Hold
A tiny mouse,
In the house.
The jolly happy mother,
Feeding the hungry baby brother.
The kind and loving dad,
Has been writing on a pad.
Kipper the sleepy dog,
Sleeping on a rug.
And the cat called Mog,
Laying on the sisters lap.
Everyone eating their tea,
Crowded around the tele,
Filling their empty bellies.
by Kristy Storey
A Halloween Spell
Hubble bubble cauldron of trouble,
There's a spell which will make you tremble.
Warthogs toes and dragon scales,
Witches warts and vampires teeth,
Sour blood and tongue of snake,
Eye of hydra and acid of demon,
Bats wings and leg of the grim reaper,
Tail of hellhound and heart of tentacle.
Hubble bubble toil and trouble,
Here's a spell which will make you tremble.
JOE DILLON
Autumn Days
Conkers high up in the tree
Falling down, hitting me!
Autumn is all around
Leaves falling on the ground.
Squirrels collecting food to eat
Farmers ploughing the field of wheat.
Brown, big crunchy leaves
Crackling like your knees!
Jack Frost is running
Winter is coming.
by Thomas Cusick
Autumn
Golden leaves on the ground,
Conkers spread all around.
Acorns falling off the trees,
We can't see any bees.
Spring
Lambs are jumping all around,
Daffodils peeping through the
ground.
Chicks hatching out of eggs,
Then they start to stretch their
legs.
by Bethan Midgley
Whales
Whales are big,
Whales are friendly.
Whales are quick,
Whales are slick.
Whales are mammals,
As well as animals.
Whales splash,
And make waves crash.
Whales move in pods,
Some whales eat cods.
Whales are swimming in the sea,
I wish I could join them,
How about me?
Lee Stephenson
Killer Whales
Killer whales swimming by,
Up and down in their pods.
They screech and scream,
Go up and down for air,
They need so much,
They flip they flop through the water,
Faster and faster as they go.
Close behind comes their new born daughter,
Who waggles through the water.
Now it's dark it all goes calm,
They try to find a place to rest.
They wake to find a fine shiny day,
They swim out to get the breakfast.
Ryan Payton