5/6S Poetry
Students in 5/6S were asked to create poetry as a part of an assessment task. Following is some of their work:
Flower Field by Aida Huynh
The radiant sun, the towering trees,
The grass- green, luscious, and soft,
Between the trees the morning sun
Comes up above the mountain lofts.
The flowers covered in morning glory,
Had bloomed their fluorescent petals,
Their raiment embedded with crystal dew-
A sight which was certainly special,
In the blissful utopia of brilliant flora.
The glade shines brighter, its presence fiercer
Its glare beaming brighter at the flowers.
The flowers display their graceful charm,
Enchanted in the golden shower.
O’ great field- your presence is divine,
It brings alive an angelic bliss-
It must be blessed by the heavens above!
It must be named a grand chef’s kiss-
In the blissful utopia of brilliant flora.
Ode to the Twilight's Endless Glow by Chloe Tran
With whispers scarce, and shadows gently sway,
Old god of eve, you do appear today,
To cast your cloak of twilight's mystic play,
And bathe all creatures' hearts in fear and awe.
In fading light, the dance of hues unfold,
As tangerine turns lavender, so bold,
A tapestry of thoughts, its threads spun gold,
As nightingales sing lullabies untold.
From heavens deep, cerulean shades descend,
As twilight's tenderness ignites, my friend,
And stars awaken, one by one, to blend,
Their fairy dust upon the night breeze mend.
The celestial ballet in twilight's wake,
A symphony of dreams, no soul forsake,
Murmurs from moonlit lakes, our hearts to take,
When dusk and dawn upon our eyelids break.
Oh, nature's nightfall, sweet elixir rare, with your radiant and infinite glow,
A holy mosaic, a luminous show.
Your lustrous tinges across the azure dome,
Enchanting mortals with your ethereal tome.
Oh, Twilight's enduring and mystical affair,
Where reflection and introspection repair.
Do the world fade with the birth of night,
Yet you remain, casting heavenly light.
So let us tarry, in twilight's tranquil embrace,
Basking in its beauty, transcending time and space.
For in its boundless glow, we find solace and rest,
An eternal haven, where dreams and hopes are blessed.
The Moon by Josephine Tran
The new moon grieves,
Empty,
Hurting,
Mourning.
Shadows wreath her heart and soul.
Loss and sorrow twine through her like
Vicious, lethal knives, snaking through her,
Twirling whispers in the wind like
Numbed daggers, sinking in,
Constant reminders of her past.
Yet she
Soldiers through the pain, shakes herself from the grasp of
Melancholy, fights against the pull of the
Tide. She pushes the hurt, the heartache, down,
Down,
Down,
Locking it away somewhere
Deep where prying eyes
Cannot see,
Silencing the demons haunting her, blocking out the
Raw, unmellowed pain,
Determined to not let them break her yet.
The crescent moon shies away from the world,
Remnants of the past lingering -
She feels
Obliged to fulfill her duty of
Illuminating the night; the stars, her
Companions in a lonely sky, her sole
Comrades in a far-off place, shine
Brilliantly, pinpricks of distant light glowing, nearly
Dwarfing the slim slice of moonlight, seemingly
Sallow in comparison to the
Blazing stars. Gazing down, the moon feels
Ashamed,
Unworthy,
Useless,
Second-best to the stars, the sun,
Everything. Abashed, as if she is me when I was younger,
She retreats into herself,
More and more, again and again, until
There is barely any of her left at all.
The waxing gibbous peeks through the dark curtain of night,
Toeing the line between
Modesty and confidence. Cautiously, she allows,
More and more of herself out,
The night finally beginning to win her over,
Darkness calling to light. Ever so slowly, the moon grows,
Bolder, drifting away from her cage of
Timidity. When she utters her first unsure laugh, the opening notes to
A flowing melody, her light flares brighter,
Soul singing. Her luminosity shines,
Down upon the mortal inhabitants of
The world, and they wonder at the sudden brightness in the
Sky, pondering what it would feel like to
Breathe without the burden of expectations and the
Pull of dreams.