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Showing posts with label personification. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personification. Show all posts

Saturday, December 18, 2010

A Chair

I cried as the girl pulled me out my home.
When she pulled me out she was holding 
on to my shoulders like I was a thin pencil.
She sat on my lap just like that and she 
didn't even ask me.Besides the girl 
didn't need to sit on my lap because 
she wasn't a baby.


olepa

Monday, December 6, 2010

Personification Poem ~ Chair


The chair screeched as I sat down.
At the top of my leg I broke.
If I was awake my leg would hurt but I'm tired so I'll go to bed.
Being dragged or being carried "Yay" I don't have to walk.
Stacked on top of anothers head.
Another day another sore back, being sat on everyday all I want to do is play.
Instead I'm squashed to death.
• I look out the window on a sunny day, and all I can think of is play play play
 I can't jump up high but I can be dropped by kids over a centimetre high I can't take it.
 D E V ON

Friday, December 3, 2010

personification poem-Ferrari


I can't pull the trailer its not my way.
I'm still a 4x4.
I still want to be a Ford F950, ultimate power.
you don't need to be going  over 100 km .
I hate kids walking up to me and puting ther sticky fingers all over me at least it is not as bad as a complete stranger walking up to you and punch you eyes out
and the alarm goes off and he runs off.
at least I'm not a Toyota Boo

by Josh   

Personification-Wheelie Chair

I dance and twirl like a ballerina across the floor as the children play and sit.


I'm having the most fun a chair could have with my legs spinning like an octopus.


As the sun and moon met, the room got lit with light, just like the light sparkling from a candle.


As I got dirty from all that fun, I realise it's a cover I need to have!


Oh, I had so much fun!
Oh, how I want to be a human!


My bright eyes are gleaming like the stars in the night.


-Dain

Personification - Trash

Trash gets bashed  no one likes me.
I am  covered in dirt I smell like pooh.
I never get cleaned I have flies all over my head.
I am lonely with no friend's..... it's not funny.... it's true.
Why can't people reuse instead?
I am just stupid trash I never get good luck.

By Farah

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Disable Blindness

I am a person just like everyone else, except that my
glittering eyes are covered with a blanket of darkness.

Always I try to seek brightness, hard as I try to get
brightness to plunge onto me. The blanket wouldn't
give away. Everywhere I go I sense others laughing,
pointing and gesturing at me. I could feel the insults
drowning me down.

Suddenly, a light sparkled somewhere in the darkness.
I would sing. In my songs, I will see wonderful things
like the sky, sea and land!


Isabella

Personification poem about pillows

When I hear the parents say, "Come on kids it's time for bed!", I start to panic because when the children lay their heads on me, it really hurts. For the whole 10 hours, all I ever get to do is rest. in. pain, have kids drooling on me! The next morning my luck gets even worse. Mum says, "Kids! Put your cases in wash!". While my case gets washed, I shiver for a half hour. Finally, I get my case back resting for the whole day.

By Sahville.

Personification poem~Netball

I get used everyday it is a pain I get put in a shed with other balls and footballs.


Girls use me every time  in netball I get hurt all the time.


How would you feel if you got hit and bashed in a netball game .




By Nolwazi

Personification - Books

 


I have words written all over my face 
I have a spine just like you do 
I sit on a self all day long
sometimes my owner doesn't even look after me 
I have a beginning and an ending just like this is 


Tui

Personification- Bean Bag poem

Bean bag  

Noise's everywhere I go

I sit there doing nothing

someone comes and takes me away

I feel like I'm lost

I'm flexible and comfy, but then I get squashed

I don't know whats inside me and don't know why it hurts

When people lay on me, I think I lost some cells

The next day, I hope people will people treat me well.


Shania