Category Archives: Poems

Oscar Wilde

Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde was born in Ireland on the 16 of October 1854. He was a writer, poet, and a prominent aesthete. An aesthete is someone who believes in beauty, instead of morals, i.e. that person believes in … Continue reading

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Halloween Haiku

Happy Halloween! All the witches make some spells, Make us very mean. Share on Facebook

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The Devil

Do you know the Devil? He would do his will, Unless,it is winter, He would run and scream like a badger! If you met him, He would usualy come from the light so dim, Make sure you wear a white … Continue reading

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Nearly Time

Tic,Toc. 11 to 10, All the foxes hide in their dens, Toc,Tic. 12 almost, There is no need to boast, DING,DONG! 12 on my clock, you can hear it up the dock, Everybody’s keen, Because… It’s HALLOWEEN!! Share on Facebook

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They

At day They may seem friendly, But wait pationtly, for at night, You may get a fright! At night they may seem horrid, And you feel completely stupid, But They would not hurt a hair, Because… It’s a NIGHTMARE!! Share … Continue reading

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Haiku

Orange je t’aime J’aime la couleur aussi Orange le fruit. Share on Facebook

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Spring

S pring, Spring, P alpitating are we, R adiant is the sun, I dle is the rain, N eglected is the wind, G od, I wish it was Spring everyday. Share on Facebook

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5 et 4

Je suis né lapin, En dessous d’un pin. Je serai boudin, Jusqu’à la fin. Share on Facebook

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Help

Siting in my chair, Watching my bear, Eat my hat, That’s not my cat, Help O, Help O, The bear is after eating my yo-yo. Share on Facebook

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C’est Dur

C’est dur de lire un livre, C’est dur, C’est dur. C’est dur de lire un livre, C’est dur, C’est dur comme du cuir. Share on Facebook

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