JAZ' AWESOME poem called {trumpet blasting in the background} THE STORM BY JAZ

2/7/13

The storm

The wind thrashes the boy,

Walking in the freezing air

And the rain hits  

Him with continuous blows.

The boy moans as he is hit

But he forces on through the streets.

As the rain drenches his clothes

It feels like the earth,

Angry with its inhabitants,

Is throwing everything it has at them today.

The wind, the rain

All beating down on the earth’s people.

The boy thought about this

Walking silently through the crowded foot paths

As the rain and the wind blow him on his way. 

Tom's poem

Rainy day

The sky darkens as small

droplets of rain start to fall

Wind brushes against your face.

The world becomes duller and greyer.

Suddenly power lines start swinging,

branches snap off trees.

The storm has begun.

The wind carries the rain

over tall hills

and winding valleys,

Piercing your face like a thousand tiny bullets.

Everything is in Black and White,

nothing is worth seeing anymore.

The warm glow of a lit fire.

Pulling people inside

like a magnet.

You feel cold drops of rain

running down your suddenly numb fingers.

You open the door,

         and go back inside.    :D

Manyi's Poem

That night                                               

The rain                                                                   

splatters across her window

a memory flashes

like a punishment

A tree cuts through

like an intruder,

rummaging through the house

trashing and throwing

She hears

trees thrash

having a tantrum,

while wind bolts through the streets

The wind squeals

whines,

screams at people on the street

Whilst for her

wind gushes across,

lashes across,

whipping

Street lamps,

flash out, no lights

the force of wind

curves the metal

This is what

her memory brings

as she looks out the window

By Manyi Ma

Myfanwy's Poem

When it rains

The sky cries,

the tears plunge down for

what seems like a lifetime.

Still pools form,                          

her reflection mirrored                                           

in front of her

hazy,

she peels away damp hair

plastered to her face.

Lightning lashes

out a second of

light.

The trees shudder.

Water flows from the

surface                                                 

fleeing to the drain.

The wind murmurs quietly ,

a blast of cold air comes at her

it’s touch making her shiver.

she turns her head up

and watches the clouds,

waiting.

                                                                

myfanwy                      

May's Poem

The Storm

Frostbite fingers

Brutal hail

Shrieking wind

Careless.

People drenched to the skin

Lampposts dancing

Miles of grey cloud.

Lights shining

Onto horizontal rain

Newspaper being scrunched

On my roof.

Trees falling

You hear nothing

Until

“Crash”.

Windscreen wipers

About to fly off.

Sea water

Splashing everywhere

Destroying everything

In its path.

The weather

Having a tantrum.

Jason's rain poem

Rain

drip drop drip drop,

A chilly wind blows,

blows on your skin,

and the rain gets blown

The wind forcing the rain to hit,

hit anything in its way,

just like a missile,

splashing on power lines,

and splashing on  windows, making a scrunch scrunch scrunch!

all on a sunshiny day

From Jason Cao  

Elijah's epic poem

THE STORM

The dog bolting

through the rain,

the breeze blowing

rain,

Continuously falling.

Dark clouds

performing into one

pitter patter, pitter patter,

water falling

On your face.

The storm growling

at the people,

the water dripping

at the tip

of you're finger.

By Elijah

Millie's poem

The game of the storm

The unseen force flees

skimming the ground

and leaving

the trees doubled over.

The wetness perseus

drenching everything

within reach of its many

wet droplets.

The rain catches the wind.

The wind blows the rain away.

The wind blown rain falls diagonally

landing and creating

a picture on the ground.

The parents arrive.

and spoils the game.

Ope's poem

Twister

You walk.

The fog makes you blind and

you can’t see anything.

Then you walk outside

and you see a twister coming

and the sky is getting darker

then everything starts to fly,

gates snap like gunshot

as you handle them.

Then trees fall on you're roof and

make a slamming noise

and the twister is getting closer.

Everybody starts to run

BUT! they are too late

Dante's Weather Poem

Weather Poem

The wind howls as it pushes the light pour of vapour.

The hill becomes devoured by darkness, black.

The moonlight reflects off the raindrops, now heavy and fast.

The droplets cut your vision, blurring your eyes.

The freeze dives under your skin, driving the cold

Your veins numb as the people around you move quickly

fighting the infinite fall of rain.

Everything slow and eventually stops.

You look up, the clouds are gone.

The sun once again illuminates the sky,

you smile.

Thomas's Poem

Storm

With a gust of wind

the gate smashes open

the lights flicker

on, and off

while the rain

smacks down

on the roof above.

Water drips

Off the roof

forming large puddles

like

a small river

flowing

to a large ocean.

You walk outside

and the chilly breeze

stings your body.

The rustling

of bushes

pierces your ears.

The barking of dogs

a faint distraction

from

the hammering of rain

and

the crack of lightning.

By Thomas P.A

Whirl Wind (max)

WHIRL WIND

lIGHTS FLICKER

PEOPLE CANTER TO THEIR HOMES TO COWER

BELLOWING FOR YOUNG ONES TO SLEEP IN BASEMENTS

OUTSIDE BLACK LIQUID  FALLS LIKE  BULLETS RAINING DOWN ON GALLIPOLI

A CHILD SLIDING THROUGH SHRUB SEEKING SHELTER

WHILST RAIN CREATES A CRACKLING NOISE

A SKETCHY BEAM OF LIGHT FLASHES

ACCROSS THE DARKENING SKY

CRISPING WOOD

CREATING A FLICKERING LIGHT

THAT SIZZLES OFF

AS THE SLITHER BECOMES LOUDER

SWIRLING WIND HISSES

HAY JOINS THE SWIRL

SILENCE FLOODS THE VALLEY

AND CLOUDS DRIFT AWAY