Please select one of the above pictures as inspiration for a short poem (it doesn't have to rhyme;-)
Write and post your short poem as a comment here :-)
Picture 2 : two children are sitting on the stairs, they are covering their ears. Their parents havent seen them yet, they are both mad and wet. they have just walked througt the door back home, and they have forgotten they're not alone. The children are both scared and afraid, when mommy saw them "go to your rooms she said!"
Sitting on the stairs Sitting with my sister next to me Sitting with my hands on my head My parents standing at the stairs My parents arguing at the stairs My sisters sitting with her hands on her head Sitting on the stairs Sitting with my sister next to me Sitting with my hands on my head My parents standing at the stairs My parents arguing at the stairs My sisters sitting with her hands on her head
Youths first tender kiss Behind the fence in the yard Only happens once
Picture 2:
Mother came home late tonight Father is sad This isn't the first time they fight Mother always gets mad Who thinks about the kids When adults act like children?
Picture 3:
Father and mother Children are happy today Sand between their toes
A bruise is blue, my mom is too my knee hurts, I hear birds My neighbour got a cat, my sister is fat I cover my ears, and feel the tears we sit on the stairs, pretending its chairs. its dark outside, the sound of a fight my dad makes my mom sad, because he's bad she drops to the floor, but wait theres more! she starts to scream, another bad dream blood is red and now my mom is dead..
Family makes me happy Family makes me sad We can have good times together But sometimes really bad When mom and dad fight My brother and I hide We sit on the stairs with our hands up on our ears When our parents realize what they have done They take our hands and we go out to have some fun And finally there are no more tears
Photo 1: Young love is young, Old love is old. Common for these are that it's love. Love, love, love It's universal, its beautiful, its complex. age, sex and culture doesn't matter if its for real. It's a good book, hot chokolate, home made bread with butter and cheese. A hot kiss, Blue eyes, Snow from a frozen, crystal-clear, winter-blue sky, fluffy, white clouds.
Young love is a beautiful thing! It can mean so many things to so many people. It can be hard, it can be easy. Love can feel amazing and love can be painful. It can be realizing something and be blind to something. It can be absolutely perfect and be unconditionally, irrevocably impossible to control. Young love can be compared to a flame, very pretty and often very hot, but still only light and flickering. Young love is an amazing thing, but your first love is the most amazing thing. You just have to find the one, with the perfect pair of sneakers.
I see 4 people I feel love I feel security I see the sky Beautiful and blue I feel the wind on my face I love the feeling I love the sight Beach and the sea Family and me
Picture 1: I think about him every day Wish my thought´s would stay away One day he came to say Hope that I would be and stay The kiss means more Than I think before I´m so happy that I could cry And I hope it would go on to the day I die And know it will be Him and me
We are all together; we have chosen to hide it. I love them all, but it is too much. I can not show my fear but every time I look in the mirror, from the brown eye there is running a tear. I feel lost and scared but when we take each others hands I feel prepared. Prepared to jump, Prepared to die, I am thinking about all the good times and that makes me cry. I remember when we stood hand in hand at the beach, now it is in a building and even though it is burning, I freeze. My skin is wet, My eyes are dry, My family is crying but I am ready to die..
We are standing here on the beach, wanting the sea to reach.
Touching each other’s skin, Ready to follow the wind.
Our love is pure and clear, and now we don’t have any fear. The trip we are about to take, we all go together into the lake. The travel is going to be long, but together we are strong. We are a family day and night, And now we have to follow the light.
roses are red violets are blue
SvarSletmom dad and sister, i love you!
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SvarSletPicture 2 :
SvarSlettwo children are sitting on the stairs,
they are covering their ears.
Their parents havent seen them yet,
they are both mad and wet.
they have just walked througt the door back home,
and they have forgotten they're not alone.
The children are both scared and afraid,
when mommy saw them "go to your rooms she said!"
Sitting on the stairs
SvarSletSitting with my sister next to me
Sitting with my hands on my head
My parents standing at the stairs
My parents arguing at the stairs
My sisters sitting with her hands on her head
Sitting on the stairs
Sitting with my sister next to me
Sitting with my hands on my head
My parents standing at the stairs
My parents arguing at the stairs
My sisters sitting with her hands on her head
Picture 1:
SvarSletYouths first tender kiss
Behind the fence in the yard
Only happens once
Picture 2:
Mother came home late tonight
Father is sad
This isn't the first time they fight
Mother always gets mad
Who thinks about the kids
When adults act like children?
Picture 3:
Father and mother
Children are happy today
Sand between their toes
Billede 2:
SvarSletA bruise is blue, my mom is too
my knee hurts, I hear birds
My neighbour got a cat, my sister is fat
I cover my ears, and feel the tears
we sit on the stairs, pretending its chairs.
its dark outside, the sound of a fight
my dad makes my mom sad, because he's bad
she drops to the floor, but wait theres more!
she starts to scream, another bad dream
blood is red and now my mom is dead..
XOXO Pernille og Morten
One big family
SvarSletpicture 2
Family makes me happy
Family makes me sad
We can have good times together
But sometimes really bad
When mom and dad fight
My brother and I hide
We sit on the stairs with our hands up on our ears
When our parents realize what they have done
They take our hands and we go out to have some fun
And finally there are no more tears
AK - Saranda - Cecilie
Picture 2:
SvarSletSitting on the stairs
Holding back our tears
Filled with fear
We hear them fight
In the dark night
We hope it is just a nightmare
Cathrine og Line
Photo 1:
SvarSletYoung love is young,
Old love is old.
Common for these are that it's love.
Love, love, love
It's universal, its beautiful, its complex.
age, sex and culture doesn't matter if its for real.
It's a good book, hot chokolate, home made bread with butter and cheese.
A hot kiss,
Blue eyes,
Snow from a frozen, crystal-clear, winter-blue sky, fluffy, white clouds.
Picture 2.
SvarSletWhen they shout I scream
When they fight I flee
Every night. Every day
They take my world away
When they cry I cry
When they hate I hide
Every month. Every year
They don't even see my tear
When they smile I see
When they kiss I know
Every minute. Every hour
They made my world so sour
Made by Mia
Picture 2.
SvarSletSitting on the stairs, hearing the fight
Lots of hate in their voices
So many different choices
We won’t get any sleep tonight
My heart is filled with sorrow
My eyes are filled with tears
It’s been like this for many years
Maybe it will be better tomorrow
Made by: xD
Young love is a beautiful thing!
SvarSletIt can mean so many things to so many people.
It can be hard, it can be easy.
Love can feel amazing and love can be painful.
It can be realizing something and be blind to something.
It can be absolutely perfect and be unconditionally, irrevocably impossible to control.
Young love can be compared to a flame, very pretty and often very hot, but still only light and flickering.
Young love is an amazing thing, but your first love is the most amazing thing.
You just have to find the one, with the perfect pair of sneakers.
// Line Clausen and Maria Cramer Pic. one
Picture 3
SvarSletI see 4 people
I feel love
I feel security
I see the sky
Beautiful and blue
I feel the wind on my face
I love the feeling
I love the sight
Beach and the sea
Family and me
Made by Nikoline
Picture 1:
SvarSletI think about him every day
Wish my thought´s would stay away
One day he came to say
Hope that I would be and stay
The kiss means more
Than I think before
I´m so happy that I could cry
And I hope it would go on to the day I die
And know it will be
Him and me
We are all together; we have chosen to hide it.
SvarSletI love them all, but it is too much.
I can not show my fear but every time I look in the mirror, from the brown eye there is running a tear.
I feel lost and scared but when we take each others hands I feel prepared.
Prepared to jump,
Prepared to die,
I am thinking about all the good times and that makes me cry.
I remember when we stood hand in hand at the beach, now it is in a building and even though it is burning, I freeze.
My skin is wet,
My eyes are dry,
My family is crying but I am ready to die..
Picture 3
SvarSletWe are standing here on the beach,
wanting the sea to reach.
Touching each other’s skin,
Ready to follow the wind.
Our love is pure and clear,
and now we don’t have any fear.
The trip we are about to take,
we all go together into the lake.
The travel is going to be long,
but together we are strong.
We are a family day and night,
And now we have to follow the light.
TRINE OG MERYEM
The way i tried
SvarSletThe way I belive
The girl of my life
A fragile dream
standing here and looking at the sea,
SvarSletthinking about you and me.
Why couldn't you see,
that we were meant to be.
We had talked about the perfect life,
me as your husband, you as my wife.
It's hard to deal with the pain,
and all the thoughts in my brain.
You left me and took my friend,
i wish that my life would come to an end.
Morten & Alex.
The walls are closing in
SvarSletwithout a sense of confidence, i'm convinced that it's just to much pressure to take.
They felt this way before, so insicure.
Well done, Bright students! :-)
SvarSletNever gonna give you up, never gonna let you down.
SvarSletNever gonna tell a lie, and hurt you..
once apon a taim i saw a gurl in park, then i thourt its better to park meat in gurl dan meet gurl in park
Stewie wonders friends said - Stewie how come your always happy when your blind.
SvarSletStewie wonder said - Atleast im not a nigger.