Over this term Year 7 students have been working on Poetry. Here is some samples of work from the Year 7 students.

Anger is red like fresh blood dripping down your leg

Angry tastes like burnt popcorn too bitter to eat

Angry feels like the shattered glass on your broken phone

Angry looks like a huge volcano erupting sparks flying and ash exploding

Angry smells like burning hot ghost pepper

Anger sounds like the roar of a massive lion

Anger is explosive!

Sage

Uneasy is blue like the endless oceans, waves crashing and currents swirling,

Uneasy tastes like stomach acid, coming back to haunt and taunt you,

And feels like butterflies flying through your body, making you trip and stumble down the stairs,

Uneasy sounds like your teeth grinding as you try to stutter a single sentence,

And looks like a bottom lip trembling with worry and panic,

Uneasy smells like fear brewing in a pot, creating an atrocious stench, coating you in dread. Uneasy is a corner that you can’t escape.   By Jack 

Calm is green as the brightest emeralds.

Calm tastes like a nice toasty warm hot chocolate with marshmallows on top and feels like a nice warm bubble bath with rose petals floating on the water.

Calm looks like birds gliding through the air and sounds like waves rolling up to the shore.

Calm smells like freshly baked chocolate chip cookies tempting your taste buds.

Calm is nature.  Liam 

If i were a storm I would strip the leaves from their trees

I would flood the rivers making pools in peoples backyards

I would cover the city in whirling winds and dark grey clouds

I would throw hail bigger than golf balls

I would would knock the roofs off buildings

I would create chaos before disappearing into the dark night 

by Emma 

      If I were a storm

I would cry down on the town

showing my pain.

I would rip the newly planted

crops out of their beds

and watch the farmers tremble

in fear.

I would beat against your

windows and watch

Your fire rumble.

But soon enough she will

come and put a smile on

everyone's faces as i make my

way back home

By Sophie

If I were a storm, I would howl like a stranded wolf crying to get attention throughout the land

If I were a storm, I would cover all the sky with my vaporising blanket pressuring down onto the trees and homes

If I were a storm, I would throw down bullets of hail, pinching your skin if you get hit

If I were a storm, I’d cry out my drumming rain, tapping on roofs and windows to make your wonder if I’ll ever go away

But the moment the red burning su comes out, I quickly glide away while it burns my skin forcing me to go. Sachi