Our Grade 8 English students were tasked with writing a poem that included four literary devices they learned about in class: alliteration, simile, onomatopoeia and hyperbole. They had only 25 minutes to write at least 10 lines.
Due to the current circumstances, many students wrote about their feelings and the experiences they have faced during the COVID-19 pandemic.
Please enjoy some of their poems below.
Violet Bryce
There once was a girl, whose eyes shone like the sun.
she thought about her school, her school,
to which she was sorrowfully sad to be away from.
she thought as her mind drifted like leaves along the wind.
every aspect about it was alluring.
the collaboration, as we were one as whole,
the kindness, the positivity, the laughter,
every worry melts away.
every bad thing is chased away by the sun that is the school.
she missed it, but she would return.
Judy Zeng
It felt like forever, stuck in our homes
like prisoners in their jail cells
But at this critical time
we must stand strong together
united, with feelings of love and appreciation,
exploding from our own hearts
to those out there,
protecting us like the roofs over our heads
Hope soon, we will be able to go outside,
into the Spring, the sun showering us with sunlight
Shining into our hearts brightly
The warm wind warming us with love
Bang, bang, bang, we will defeat the enemy
Mitch Cait-Goldenthal
The sun comes up, it goes down
I look outside my window
I see the wonders of the world outside my window
We went for a walk today, It's getting colder outside I feel like if it wasn't for my coat I would be a frozen Icicle waiting to fall
I see less and less people outside. Where did they all go?
It's like a bad dream of not being able to catch a squirrel or not being able to play in the cold white stuff that seems to melt by spring, when the beautiful plants spring up and I am able to roll in the green grass and the dandelions that whisk in the wind
I hope the humans come out soon
I like seeing children on the streets walking with popsicles melting, dripping on to the streets
As spring silent, a solemn song plays outside my window
It seems to get louder with no response from the outside world
It seems I am stuck
like a person who unfortunately walked into quicksand
The bees buzz by broken flowers that have not been watered because of the sudden strange bizarre disappearance of the humans outside
But as for now I sleep silently as the leaves return to their natural green beauty
For, I am a dog and I just want to play
With the leaves and the heat blowing against my face.