This week in literacy we have been looking at a a range of poems about woods, all with different rhyming patterns. We have also investigated simile, metaphor, alliteration and assonance, personification and onomatopoeia.
We gathered together a stockpot of words, then we drafted poems and checked them with our response partners before producing the final poems. Here’s the first few with more to follow.
I stumble through the darkening forest
Mist lingers in the eerie gloom
Shadows watch my every foot step
Cast down by the ghostly full moon
I feel my heart pounding in my chest
Gnarled roots block my every path
Silence pins me down like daggers
Encouraged by a monstrous laugh
Tall trees tower above me
Like long crooked hands
Creaking in the howling wind
Giants from faraway lands.
I walk through the wood in a breeze
The frost biting my fingers
With freezing achy knees.
The creepy shadows chasing me
I scream and scream but no one can hear
I sand a still as a statue but I want to flee.
Scaring myself half to death
My heart pounding furiously
Trying to catch my breath.
I walk through a forbidden area
I step on a twig, CRACK!
The foul owl is just making it scarier.
Walking through the wood
I stagger through the foggy wood
Not able to see through the pitch black night
I’m longing to be snuggled in my bed
Than having this horrible fright
The towering trees are odd figures
Reaching out to hold me back
Dark shadows follow my every move
Trying to push me off the track.
Snap, creak, there’s something near
I don’t dare to look behind me
An awful stench fills my nose with coal
Right now I feel like I want to flee.
The moon above me gives me an icy glare
Just like it thinks I’m bad
Terrible trenches lie ahead
Right now I don’t feel like being sad.
Walking through the wood at night
The eerie trees watch me
Giving me a fright.
It’s like walking through a ghost town
Every step is like a bomb going off
I’m only in my gown.
Crick crack as I go over the bridge
I hope it doesn’t break
It is as cold as a fridge.
The way through the woods
I walk through the creepy trees
And branches try to grab me
And things doing evil deeds
It is as if I’m blind, but they can see
I spin around
I see nothing, not even some trees
And I can’t hear a sound
Horrid hands hold my hair,
I look to see,
And as I do, my T-Shirt tears
But it is just a tree.
The awful noises make me scream
I fall to the ground
I want it to be a dream,
And I cower as the noises pound
The Wood Poem.
I’m in a freaky forest, trees are trying to grab me,
The leaves are crunching on the ground,
As quiet as ants swiftly striding,
I am nowhere to be found.
I tiptoe carefully across the mulching muddy floor,
Doom has caught me in a sack,
As scary as a clown in a circus,
It has all turned pitch BLACK!
Bushes rustle like they are alive!
The moon has a funnily luminous light,
Twigs explode like deadly dynamite, BANG!
I am bound to get a fright…………………….(cliffhanger)
As I walk along the forest path
The night closes around me
Mysterious eyes watching every step I take
Shadows dashing in between trees
The wind howls like a wolf
And fear makes you want to flee
Hearing sounds that give me a fright
And the frost bites my knees
I stumble out the woods
Running as quick as I can
Terrified to look back
Not having any time to think of a plan
The Dark Woods
Stumbling through the shadows of the Dark Woods
The moon tries to show me the path
But the trees cover me, a gnarled hood
The eerie trees are too spine-chilling
So I look to the skies, as dark as coal,
I think that this could be a movie, quite thrilling
I know I cannot linger
Surrounded by the terrible trees
With the frost eating me away, finger by frozen finger
The trees creaking in the darkness
I creep through the clearing leaves rustling under my feet
With eyes staring out at me, heartless
The way through the woods
I walk along the dirty path
In the woods at night
The freaky trees are coming closer
Which give me a fright.
The icy wind freezes my fingers
And also my toes
The foul owl is sitting silently
Now the frost is freezing my nose.
The creepy creatures are casting shadows
I can now hear a crunch
But I want to go home now
I WANT MY LUNCH!!!
The dark Woods
I run alone in the damaged road
I scuttle under a tree like mice
Every step crunching twigs
My hands are cold as ice.
Scratch, squeal, beware the bats
I swim in a river like when I go to the Taro
The crack crackling as dead trees fall
And foxes go to their burrows.
The swaying trees stalk me
And shadows are in shapes like oblongs
The thorns prickle me
As I stroll along.
Frozen darkness with eyes of despair
Surrounding you from every direction
Picking on you with sharp spiky thorns
Choosing you for an ominous election
Trees throwing down twigs of dynamite
Flowers planting mines instead of seeds
A snake covered path for you to follow
Getting you to do dark deeds
Hide yourself under some shadows
Shadows grab you like shadow covered quick sand
Getting dragged down to your dark death
Waiting for a good shadow to give you a hand
There’s no way out of this dark wood
It’s dreaded hands blocking all ways out
Trees that look at you with fiery eyes
The dark wood dark and dead without a doubt
It’s a never ending path like walking around a dark world
As I enter my way
Through the dark and misty wood
I hear the haunting sway
I start to get an unknown feeling
The cold and dark one,
“You have me on my knees kneeling!”
I start to walk further and further
I feel a piercing dagger making its way in,
Like I’m being murdered
I start to run as fast as I can
I trip over a twig pulling me
I want to be picked up by a van
Then I start to make my way out
I run faster and faster,
And as soon as I do I SHOUT!
The way through the woods
I walk in the misty wood,
At seven hours past noon
Tossing and turning around icy trees
I’m expecting some gloom.
The trees with moss on,
Look like some doom
Trudging through the muddy path,
Leaves some shadows from the moon.
When the air is like a freezer,
I see a big black bat
It comes swooping towards me
Almost knocking me flat.