SIMU's Haiku's, From our City Gallery, trip. Art meets po'try!

After attending the Frances Upritchard Jealous Saboteurs exhibition at City Gallery, our class linked their poetic descriptions to some items on display. Here are some of our creative poems!

Clear and murky glass.

Sat on rusty metal poles.

Bulbous bonsai trees

By Kelly

I am half creative.

And half of a sports

Object.

And I hurt people.

By Rove

Ancient, Forgotten.  

It’s back, From the afterlife.

Realistic eye.  

By Anna

Sad sloth lying dead.

Lonely sloth creeping me out.

Dead sloth stealing rings.

By Zak

Our time is up now,

Sad face and why and how

I cannot rhyme now.

By Michael Lau

Skinny slow sloth thing

Mysterious but cool too

Kind of like a rat

Colourful paintings

I’m not so sure what they are

Makes you say wowwee

By Siena

I see a mummy

Treasure, relic mystery

Lady so scary

By Anthea

White eyes no pupil

The shape looks like a dead ant

He will steal your rings

I have a nice twin

I light up like a light bulb

I can light your room.

I have lots of stripes

My toes are short and stubby.

Purple and yellow.

By Holly

Ever green is cool

melanistic means black

melanistic lion

By Tom

Animals are cool

Hand made is the baboon, cool

Yet it is so strange.

By Tom

Slow and suspicious

Clumpy fur and half a face

Styley yet slouchy

By Eve

From sport to creature

sharp teeth, glooming eyes, ripped up

Wow! Crocodile

By Eve

Sloths are slow and soft

Until they fall to the ground

They like to hang from branches

Leaves are their favourite

By Mia

Look suspicious skulls.

They are decapitated.

Oh unlucky guy.

By Sean

Sitting on a chair.

With his arms up in the air.

Brown, furry with some gloves

By Sam

I have a nice twin.

I light up like the light bulb.

I can light your room.

By Holly

After the bucket

Wrapped to the very top

Lying down to rest

By Meggy (mummy)

Scary old Hairy

Skull.  Is sweaty bloody stand

Creepy skull

By Hannah

Yoza yoza yo sitting on a

Chair his arms up in the air

Brown, furry with some gloves

By Sam

Happy high hippy

sitting alone

On the wall

a rainbow farted

By Benson

Like a mouldy poo lying dead

On the cold ground run over

By a car

By Benson

He’s been ran over

Motorcycle killed  a sloth

he is lying dead

By Sean

Skull scary sad Hypnotised

Head crocodile creepy clay

Crinkly Bubbly bush

Bonzai Botanical

By Seraphine

Dark shelf of potions

Generating fear and all

Are standing so still

By William

Sloths are slow and

soft They hover

in the tree

tops sleeping, eating

By Renee

Faces still as stone

staring back at those who look

never turning back

By Renee

Sloths are slow and soft

Sloths like to hang from branches

Until they fall down.

Leaves are their favourite food

By Charmaine

Skinny, Boney and

sly much colourful,

Bright and funky walking all the way

“Funky feet!!”

By Meggy

After the bucket wrapped to the very top

Lying down to vest

“Mummy”

By Meggy

Make a Haiku

Lady wants to see our Face

Alliteration really

crazy sloth recent

Trip to the thrift shop having an action

Such a pointy nose supports the welsh ruby team

She does not approve old indian guy

He has a really cracked face he needs some suncream

I saw a red sheep, body was inside the he must of had cramp

By Matthew Wood

YEAR 7’s writers club

The leaves depart from the decrepit tree, the breeze executing the victims as the equivalent wrinkled, frayed leaves plunge to the ground.

By Fleur

More to follow!