Thursday, 21 May 2015
Abomination!
Abomination is dark red.
It tastes like the dripping of blood,
streaming down your body.
It smells like steaming vapor from a gas tank.
The reckless outline of an extinct destructive monstrosity.
The sound of the scraping of a fork scratching a plate.
It feels as rough as the strongest sandpaper.
(: Assured :)
Its like the sweet succulent taste of orange juice.
The smell of fully grown poppies,
is enough to make someone forget bad times in their life.
It looks the loving smile of a parent or caregiver.
It sounds like the whistling of the wind.
It feels like flexible elastic full of bounce.
It looks like the beaming smile of a companion.
It sounds like an orchestra playing a relaxing tune.
It feels like sand squelching beneath you stretching with pressure.
By Grace
A place I hate
The rank smell climbs up the walls waiting to catch its prey.
The germs scatter all over the door handle like they’re going to
poison someone. The leftover toilet paper lies on the floor from
the flooded sink. The voices of strangers wander through my mind.
A place I love
The same comforting climbing wall sits over the ground. Red and blue bean bags flop on the floor. The colours of the holds lifts me of my feet.The rainbow cave shines in my eyes as I bolder around. A myriad amount of holds scatter up the wall.
By Alice
Diamond Poetry
War
surrender survivor
Losing killing surviving
World War 1 free hoping
Living loving relaxing
Harmony family
Peace
Biscuits
Sweet sugar
Crunching munching eating
Home warming bitter black
Sour tart
Black tea
Love
Cherish friendship
Caring sharing loving
Fondness emotion disgust spite
Loathing hating pained
Horror terror
Hate
By Rubie
Big Bay- Ontario A Place I Love
The stones leading down to the waterfront have fossils encarved in their faces, like bite marks out of an apple. Trees surrounding it bring a real soothing natural feel to the whole setting. The crystal clear water brings in all sorts of exotic wildlife, travelling from the distant side of the lake. When rainbows form above, they reflect onto the water, making a masterpiece.
By Grace
Dismay
Dismay is Grey
It smells of musty carpet
It tastes of stodgy rice pudding
It looks like ugly gollem
It sounds like endless silence
It has a texture of rough sand
Pleasure
Pleasure is pink
It tastes of a comforting mug of hot chocolate
Its aroma smells of someone fresh from the shower
It looks like a smile
It sounds of music
It has a texture of jelly
Mournful
Mournfulness is deep blue
It tastes of salty tears
It smells of soil encrusted with worms
It has the appearance of a grey rock
It sounds of crying
It feels like spongy cheese
By Rubie
Diamond Poetry - War
Violence
painful, death
hunting, slaughtering, blasting
silence, memorial, defending, hope
pleasure, laughter, jubilation
harmony, peace
Happiness
Murdered
annihilation, crime
assassination, enormity, immorality
mystery, disbelief, conjecture, speculate
breathtaking, bewildered, happy
shocked, cheerful
Survivor
Remember
reminisce, retrospect,
recollect, commemorate, elicit
subdued, faded, delicate, hushed
washed, unrecalled, erased
cracks, oblivion
Forgotten
By Grace
Wednesday, 20 May 2015
The Unlucky Volunteer
Splat! A huge mound of grotesque mud sprang up onto me as I dug into the scorched ground with an old rusted shovel. Up above me the sun belted rays down upon us like we had done something naughty. Gardening is not something to do for fun, especially if you prefer to be the one getting drenched from head to toe. Right now anything would have been better than having to garden in the hot sun all day long. As perspiration dripped down my face a shout of “Snake” ran out across the grounds of weeds and vegetables. I shiver was sent down my spine as I thought about the dreadful snake. At last the hand bell went for us to stop the never ending day of gardening. We had only been going for three hours but for me it felt like months had gone by.
Slowly we made our way to the house for lunch. The chattering of people all eager to have a bite to eat was all to be heard among the forest of oak trees. Birds soared above, using the wind current to glide safely to a tall tree to rest or to have a lunch of their own. The insects were humming and clicking loudly by now. As the sun made its way to the middle of the open blue sky the a certain crunching noise had taken its place in my mind. I figured it was obviously the adorable chipmunks and squirrels making the noise as they chowed down on some nuts from the big oak trees, overlooking us as we made our way to our own lunch.
The warm delicious smell of freshly made pavlova filled the area around us. Everyone began to take one of the beautiful plastic plates aligning the table. In around five minutes people were rushing to get some of two of special, New Zealand recipe, pavlovas. My bewildered nana watched amazingly as the Canadians all came to take a slice of her pavlova. She never thought that they would like it that much! As it started to grow dark everyone reluctantly walked away from Keppal Croft, a smile spread across their faces, as the night sky made them vanish behind the overgrown shrubs.
By Grace
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