Slam Poetry - Mirror Poem

Today in social studies my group and I were working on slam poetry. We started the lesson by working on learning about poetry and what we were going to be doing that period. We got out our computers and books so we were learning ready. We opened up the website and put up a 73 paged book that had a template of the mirror poem. I completed it with the help of my friends and now here it is.


I look in the mirror and what do I see?

A kind, pretty, helpful person looking back at me,

I'm really good at writing,

And love to draw,

I spend lots of time talking to friends on the court,

I can't wait to stop being short,

I could improve my writing,

and drawing is hard,
But I know if I try, I do the best from my heart.

Bio Poem - Drama

For drama today we had been given a template of a bio poem and told to write
one about yourself.

I’m Emily

Imma a quirky, kind, funny, creative person.

Sister to one annoying, creepy, woman who never let anyone’s judgment
get in the way of her learning and drawing. Daughter of Anita, a nice,
amazing mother who always helps any way she can. Daughter of Scott
a strange, angry person who kept going until the job was done or
the lesson had been taught.

A family who would never let anyone hurt each other. A family who
would never do anything to hurt one another. A family who made
anyone and everyone feel like they were at home.
This is the thing that keeps me sane.

Bullies never fail to show for they always find those who have even
the smallest things wrong. They make u feel sad. They make you
feel angry. They make you feel like life's not worth the trouble
caused by them.

I am a person who fears clowns walking the streets, spiders crawling
up my back, and my biggest fear is of losing those who did so much
as to care about me.

I have always wanted to jump off the sky tower, climb up the tallest
mountains, but most of all always wanted to become a writer.

Born in Christchurch and raised in Hornby.


Life is a conundrum of esoterica 

Poem Holidays - Gaming calls

For the start of the day, we have been told to write something about what we had been doing during the holidays. I decided to write about all the calls that I had been in with my friends that love to game. They are always playing some type of video game whenever we talk and I thought why not talk about that.

Silver Ferns Poem - Cool To Be Kind

Today I have been learning and writing about the Silver Ferns. I found out that their name comes from the silver tree fern. I thought that because I made a poem for All Blacks and I love writing poems that I would write one for them to show how I feel when they shoot a goal through the hoop and score a win on the playboard. I wrote my poem thinking about how they might shoot a goal and miss but are able to get back on their feet to win the game.

THE ALL BLACKS - Poem

I have been writing poems to express how I have been feeling and decided that I should write a poem about all blacks to cheer them on from the sidelines. I always write poems that rhyme because to me I feel like they make the most sense. Plus when I think of a poem I think of a rhyme that has a story to tell. here is my poem that I wrote for the All Blacks.

In the wind and Through the sky, The birds came down to say goodbye

For the past few weeks, we have been working on the meanings of poems and the art of poetry. We started off by watching videos and trying to write down the feelings we feel when we watch it. Then we got shared a slideshow about poems. We had to choose what picture we wanted to write one about. I first chose to do one about a winter wonderland but that wasn't the end. After I did that one I created one about war and for the last one, I created it about a beautiful butterfly and a big, nasty, death-defying bug. In the end, I was proud of myself and very happy because I love doing poems. I love creating poems because you can express your feelings into a story that comes together to create a beautiful masterpiece.

Winter Wonderland -











Snow comes falling from the sky,
Sometimes I am wondering why,
The hurt,
The pain,
When they all come together,
It all seems the same,
It makes me wonder why we stay,
With this winter wonderland, nothing turns grey,
I hear it in the wind,
I see it in the sky,
In this winter wonderland, you would never leave behind.

In The War -

Through the thick clouds,
Is where you can see the sky,
But when you are in war,
It is hidden behind the crowds,
When you look around,
With the blood so red,
Their lives won’t be the same,
But with their love the had shead,
Their loves,
Their lives,
All for what,
Just to get home and see those beautiful doves.

The Beautiful Butterfly -

The day was bright,
It was a nice sunlight,
With the wind flowing through,
It had taken flight,
Down the paths,
Through the trees,
It landed not knowing what was in the breeze,
A huge bug jumped out of hiding,
The butterfly was at the edge and started flying,
The sky turned grey,
The trees stopped flowing,
By the time it had landed, it was already dying,
The sound of the cry,
The look of the blood,
It was over before it had begun.

ANZAC Activities

For the last 2 weeks we have been Learning about ANZAC. I love Anzac day but it is a very very very sad day because it was for the war. We all have done Reading and Writing about it but it was all diffrent. We are finding out who would fisk there live for our freedom to enjoy our lives.

That Was My Magnifacent Summer Poem

This is my writing that I am proud of but it was hard to find out what you could put there. First we all brainstormed altogether. Then we got told to right all the words down. Now I am up tp the stag to put it on my blog and that is what I am doing. Now I am done.

That Was Summer!

I remember smelling the freshly picked flowers from the daffodil field.

I remember tasting the sweet taste of freedom.

I remember seeing the massive waves crashing along the beach with the stones and seaweed.

That was summer

I remember feeling the wind flowing through my hair on my fast motorbike.

I remember hearing the magnificent sound of the birds chirping in the fresh air.

That was summer.