Room 7 Matariki Display 2015

Monday 19 May 2014

Amazing Poetry

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My Mum

Her face is like a smooth rock carved into an oval shape.
Her teeth are like a shining star in the sky.
Her hands are like as firm as a stone getting skimmed into the sea.
Her arms are long as a tree branch floating in the air.
Her legs are as white as the moon at night.
Her voice is like a sweet sound of a musician.
Her hair looks like chocolate caramel dripping to the ground.
Her hugs are as comfy as an armchair.
Her fingers are as skinny as a leaf floating in the air.
Her stare is like a baby staring at her mother for the first time.
Her laugh is like the sound of a giggling bird.

By Michelleyah


My Mummy

Her smile is like the big bright scorching yellow sun.
Her hair is as long as big thick jungle vines.
Her stare is like a tiger hunting for it’s prey.
Her hugs are as comfy as a big brown bear.
Her laugh is like a hyena laughing all night long.
Her face is smooth as a wooden box carved in the shape of circle.
Her voice is like 100 angels singing all the way in heaven.
Her hands are as smooth as a babies bottom.
Her legs are long like a clown on stilts.
Her fingers are like little twigs on a tree branch.
Her arms are like two long bendy pencils.

By Nicole


My Mum

Her hands are like a sponge pit.
Her laugh is like a kitten meowing annoyingly.
Her smile is like a pot always open but the pid is put on when she is frowning.
Her legs are like smiles moving one second but not the next.
Her stare is like a witch; it can make you do anything.
Her arms are like mops, always cleaning up our tears carefully.
Her eyes are like a blue river, always open and free.
Her fingers are like white pencils.
Her hair is like butterfly wings always flapping about.
Her hugs are like magic and they make me go “words can not explain”

By Macayla

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