POETRY CORNER:
Quarantine Experience: HAIKU
Being bored in our houses
Overwhelmed by loneliness
When can I go out?
By: Muhammad Jarwar
Yellow sun shines bright
Not allowed too far outside
Roll on old routines.
By: Dylan Carroll R11
There’s a pandemic (5)
I have been stuck in my house (7)
It can be boring (5)
By: Philip Farrell
SIMILE POEMS BY 6TH CLASS
Blue
Blue as my lips when out of the cold water.
Blue as my knee bruise.
Blue as the sunny summer sky.
Blue as the deep ocean.
Blue as the Earth from space.
Blue as my nice fancy pen.
By: Thibaut Njugna R11
Green
Green looks like a scary alien.
Green tastes like fresh grapes.
Green feels like mushy slimy goo.
Green smells like wet grass.
Green sounds like a hopping frog.
By: Jamal R9
Blue
Blue is like the sky.
Blue tastes like juicy blueberry.
Blue smells like fresh blue bells in the garden.
Blue feels the sadness in your eyes.
Blue sounds makes my heart joyful.
Blue is like a light as it could change into different colours.
By: Keane R9
Red
Red feels like a warm summer’s joy.
Red is the colour of love and passion.
Red looks like a beautiful sunset.
Red sounds like romantic music.
Red tastes like spaghetti sauce.
By: Luka R9
Green
Green as the grass that grows in a field.
Green as the rainforest in spring.
Green feels like a velvet coat on a leprechaun.
Green smells like a mint plant.
Green like a four leaf clover.
Green sounds like munching lettuce.
Green like a tasty lime.
By: Dylan Carroll R11
RED
RED looks like an early morning sunrise
RED tastes like juicy apples
RED feels like bubbling rage
RED red smells like a fresh strawberry field
RED sounds like something crackling in a red fire
By: Adam McQuillan
Pandemic Poem: Limerick Poems
The month it took place was in May.
And to many it was their dismay.
There is no school.
Stay home and be cool.
But all the kids shouted, hooray!!!
By: Tom Sullivan McCormack
The Old Man
There once was an old man who sat on his chair.
With wrinkled hands and white coloured hair.
He would only smile.
Every once in a while.
When curious children would stop and stare.
By: Leon Thompson
My Last Year
My time at St. Joe’s was the best
To be there I was completely blessed
But in my last year
There wasn’t much cheer
But I’ll be back in St. Joe’s C.B.S.
By: Leon Lee
The Story of Paul
Once there was a child named Paul,
He was the most spoiled child of all,
His parents called him a brat,
His siblings called him a rat,
But little did Paul care at all.
His parents have to drag him out of bed,
He says instead of school I’d rather be dead,
He gets in the car,
While eating a giant chocolate bar,
And remembers he forgot his books and pen.
At school Paul has no friends,
He says friends are a nuisance and pest,
He gets his powerful slingshot,
Hits all the windows and pots,
“STOP THIS AT ONCE!” said the Poor Miss Kest.
His parents got a note that he broke a lot
They said “His evil doings must come to a stop”
They took his phone and tablet all away.
His PS4 pro and all his games.
Paul begged and said “I promise I’ll stop just don’t take my laptop away.”
By: Dilan R9
Most of the world is very sick,
I have a ball that I can’t kick.
I always love playing my game,
Every day feels the same.
I hope the medicine does the trick.
By: Tarik R9
There once was a boy named Matt.
He had a very fat cat.
The cat went away.
Very astray
And Matt didn’t know where she was at.
By: David K. R9
A SELECTION OF QUARANTINE HAIKUS FROM R9
All The Days Blending
Together Into A Stew
But Not A Good Stew.
By: Jonathan R9
As the world goes by,
Either people are bored or sad nowadays,
You’re in a constant loop.
By: Scott R9
Alone together,
Change ways to finance our health,
We must create a cure.
By: Tarik R9
I miss school a lot.
I play a lot of games now.
We are stuck at home.
By: Luka R9
Junior and Senior Infants:
Colour Poems
Red
Pretty long dress
Shinny lipstick.
Red flowery plants.
Curly short hair.
Cool fast car.
Cool red bottle.
By: Cian
White
Lots of paper
Beautiful colours
Big wall in my room.
White clouds are in clouds.
By: Chen Hao
Blue
Curley, big fast blue car.
Long, pointy, clicky cool blue pen.
Sharp, big dangerous, metal scissors.
Big, heavy, box.
Fluffy warm, cosy small blanket.
Cloudy, high gigantic airy super blue sky.
By: Deenash
Colour
Soft, comfy pjs.
Cool, fast trike.
Small, wet watergun.
Colourful, fantastic lego.
Big, round balloon.
Soft, fluffy slippers.
By: Calin
Red
My superhero is red.
My superhero is Spiderman.
I like to fly like him if I can.
My favourite colour is red and I am its fan.
By: Angelo
My Horse
I love being on my horse
He goes really fast
I tell him where I want to go
And we never get there last
By: Tommy
I Play
We play with our friends,
We play in the sun.
We play with our dog,
We play in the rain.
By: Tommy
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