Poetry – The Woods

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.

Elyse

Dark Woods

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.

 

Lily

The Wood

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.

 

Katie

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.

Will R

The Woods.

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.

 

Madeline

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

 

Something claps,

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

 

Elias

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)

Emily

The Wood

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

John

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

Will W

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!!!

Jake

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.

 

Cameron

The wood

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

 

Eve

The wood

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!

Alex M

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.

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2 Responses to Poetry – The Woods

  1. Alison Galbraith says:

    Really good poems AS – I could really picture the woods where you were – a bit scary!

  2. Maz Waterman says:

    Loved reading your ‘The Woods’ poems AS – wonderfully descriptive.

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