My Story

When my mates and I walked into school, we really couldn’t be bothered. None of us enjoyed school; neither did anyone else in our year. To make it worse first lesson was maths. I probably would like maths, if I understand any of it. It just looks like jumbled up numbers with a few letters on a page. I mean, letters are meant to be for English lessons, not maths.  We got into school and loads of people in my set were in a huddle listening to one person in particular. Apparently they had all made a plan to make maths ‘fun’.

After form we all trudged up stairs ready for the best maths lesson ever. We had just started writing down the third example when one boy stood up and ripped up his maths book. We all then stood up and did the same. While half of us ran down the stairs to the lockers, a couple people ran into the classrooms kicking the blackboards until they broke. By this time nearly half the school were behind us painting all the lockers white and all the toilets black. One boy in year 11 ran into our head masters office and stole the keys. The whole school ran out and we locked the gates behind us.

That is how we got away from homework, tests and teachers.

Free Choice Poem

10 Things I Hate About You

I hate the way you talk to me
And the way you cut your hair.
I hate the way you drive my car,
I hate it when you stare.
I hate your big dumb combat boots
And the way you read my mind.
I hate you so much it makes me sick,
It even makes me rhyme.
I hate the way you're always right,
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it when you're not around
And the fact that you didn't call.
But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,
Not even close,
Not even a little bit,
Not even at all.

I love this poem because it is from my favourite film. <3

Ballad Poem- The Gothic Ballad

I walk carelessly down the dark road
My heavy black boots constantly clicking
Clicking on the cold cement
My long black and velvet Trench coat
Billowing in the slight breeze
My Chest slightly rising under my tight corset
My chains on my pants jingling together
As I walk down this Moon lit road
Staring up at the midnight moon
This is the ballad
The ballad of the lost
Of the silent warriors
Of the people you pass by and call freaks
Of the people
Who will save your soul
For our souls are pure
Our souls sing this ballad
The ballad of the night
The ballad of the pure hearts

by Ankoku Gekido

 

I like this poem because it is like a song in the way it repeats some lines to make thme stand out a bit more.

Poem Before 1900's- Faces In The Fire

I watch the drowsy night expire,
And Fancy paints at my desire,
Her magic pictures in the fire.

An island-farm 'mid seas of corn,
Swayed by the wandering breath of morn,
The happy spot where I was born.

The picture fadeth in its place;
Amid the glow I seem to trace
The shifting semblance of a face.

'Tis now a little childish form,
Red lips for kisses pouted warm,
And elf-locks tangled in the storm.

'Tis now a grave and gentle maid,
At her own beauty half afraid,
Shrinking, yet willing to be stayed.

'Tis now a matron with her boys,
Dear centre of domestic joys:
I seem to hear the merry noise.

Oh, time was young, and life was warm,
When first I saw that fairy form,
Her dark hair tossing in the storm;

And fast and free these pulses played,
When last I met that gentle maid-
When last her hand in mine was laid.

Those locks of jet are turned to grey,
And she is strange and far away,
That might have been mine own to-day-

That might have been mine own, my dear,
Through many and many a. happy year,
That might have sat beside me here.

Ay, changeless through the changing scene,
The ghostly whisper rings between
The dark refrain of "might have been."

The race is o'er I might have run,
The deeds are past I might have done,
And sere the wreath I might have won.

Sunk is the last faint flickering blaze;
The vision of departed days
Is vanished even as I gaze.

The pictures with their ruddy light
Are changed to dust and ashes white,
And I am left alone with night

by Lewis Carrol

Haiku Poem- The Old Pond

Furuike ya

kawazu tobikomu

mizu no oto

-- Basho

Translation

The old pond--

a frog jumps in,

sound of water

translated by Robert Hass

This Haiku is good because it shows wha a haiku really is. It is a Japanese poem and the ranslation shows that it is a traditional haiku.

Animal Poem- Wild Animals

Wild Animals

When you look at wild animals

they are breathtaking,

so pure and natural.

If the animal looks you in the eyes

you can feel connected.

If the animal walks up to you

takes food from your hand,

you can feel trust.

When the animal keeps returning

for food,

you can feel needed.

By mistake

you take the animal home,

you can feel complete.

Time goes on

you look into the animals eyes,

you can feel sadness.

Knowing that

you have to return the animal to the wild,

you can feel loss.

When you let the animal go,

it runs!

Jenna Thomas


I like this poem because it's really like a wild animal and it makes you get into the poem.

School Poem- Class Dismissed

Class Dismissed

We have broken all the blackboards,
So the teachers can not write.
We have painted all the toilets black
And all the lockers white.

We have torn up all the maths books
And we've locked the schools front door.
There won't be school no more.

Glory, Glory Hallehujah!

School is closed now, whats it to  ya?
There won't be no more homework
And there won't be no more tests.
There won't be school no more.

by Bruce Lansky

This poem is good because its what kids think at half term and when we're off because there is no homework and kids are happy to be out of school.

Love Poem

Love Poem

A stranger you were once.

Then, with a gentle look you took my hand.

As our lives engaged,

you lit my life and I held both your hands.

Now that decades have passed,

ours souls have indeed become one.

How fortunate we are

that we have found the love so true

that everyone dreams about.

- Laura Veronica Merodio -

This love poem really gets to the point about love.

War Poem- How To Die

Dark clouds are smouldering into red,
While down the craters morning burns.
The dying soldier shifts his head
To watch the glory that returns;
He lifts his fingers towards the skies
Where holy brightness breaks in flame;
Radiance reflected in his eyes,
And on his lips a whispered name.

You'd think, to hear some people talk,
That lads go West with sobs and curses,
And sullen faces white as chalk,
Hankering for wreaths and tombs and hearses.
But they've been taught the way to do it
Like Christian soldiers; not with haste
And shuddering groans; but passing through it
With due regard for decent taste.

By Annonamous


This poem is a really good war poem because it uses words that relate to soldiers in war right now. It really relates to the film war horse as well.

Funny Poem

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

by Spike Milligan



I like this poem because it's funny but you have to understand the Shakespeare part of it for it to be funny.

Sad Poem- Sad Sad Day

It's a sad sad day,
When the lights go dim,
It's a sad sad day,
When the sun goes down,
It's a sad sad day,
When it rains,
It's a sad sad day,
When the moon gets covered by the mist of darkness.

It's a sad sad day,
When you cry,
It's a sad sad day,
When I make you lie,
It's a sad sad day,
When you fail,
It's a sad sad day,
When you sail in the sea of darkness.

Laura Green



I like this poem because it really gives examples of when people are sad in real life. Laura Green uses repeatition to make it even more sad.

Introduction

Hi I'm Abbi. This is my english blog were I will post poems of my choice.
Some posts may be One Direction and Ed Sheeran, sorry about that.