Kids Zone
Love
Roses are red, violets are blue. I hate violets but don’t hate you because you are a big big big big big big big big big pretty flower that smells very nice and makes you melt like ice. You are so special. You make me feel like I didn’t have to waste my time writing an eight-line metaphor poem on love. You aren’t as boring as an eight line poem on love. No. You are my graceful little bird hovering in the sky. I know our love will never die.
Aidan Malone, Year Nine.
My Simile Poem
My brother disabled like a fish with no fin.
My uncle moved to warmer places like a bird during winter.
My sister left and went about like a travelling salesman at the door.
My aunt with hair as black as the ink from my pen
David Savage, Year Nine
Untitled
At a Small
Hole at the
Bottom of the
Lane
Lives a fat old man and a
Skinny old cat called Jack.
This fat old man was quite
Mad; he used to be in the
Army and he fancies himself
A general: he walk, talks and
Acts like one bossing invisible
Soldiers about. Now Jack
Is a smart old
Cat quick, slick
And sly, he’s
A fox in the
Cat world: a
Master Hunter.
He keeps the old
Man comfortable
And cleans the House
Of mice. I think
He actually listens
To the orders the
Man gives to him.
What a pair
The old man a general. Or Jack, a fox in the cat world.
Paul Taylor, Year Nine
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