Happiness Poem

Happiness

Sounds like Laughing 

Feels like Fun

Like a pure and happy life

Refreshing, clear, sweet

Cheerful laughter on a sunny day

Doing things you like

Smells like a strong sweet flower

Like, YAY, WOOHOO!

Joy in your heart

A Large grin

Birthday cakes

Laughter

Like summer

Happiness is about being who you are and having fun with friends and family

Sadness Poem

     Sadness

Crying

Cold tears dripping on your face

Water and cold air

Crying

Tears running down your face

Like a cold gust of wind

You’re no one

Tears dropping out of your eyes

Into the ocean

Salty tears

Hu hu hu hu hu hu

You’ve had enough

Crying salty tears and sweat

Bitter feeling of guilt, depression and regret

Sadness is blue, a rainy day

Arlo’s Anger 😡

A collaborative poem written by all of Room 8. This poem expresses our feelings about anger looking through the eyes of ‘Arlo’ from ‘Arlo and the Orca by Monique Walker.’

Anger

  Anger feels like letting your rage out

A clenched fist

Blood, Salty Sweat

Growling and yelling

Rough and hot

Like a red face

Anger smells like danger

Like Air

Shouting and screaming

Painful and hurtful

Madness and crazy actions of destruction

Like smoke

Burning coal

A fire raging and growing limitlessly

Anger is an emotion you want to show or not

It starts when we get upset about something

This week Monqiue, Stacy, Jessie and Katherine came to class and presented Monqiue’s book. We learnt that it is okay to cry, we have many people supporting us and life can be moody, stormy with waves of emotions but to remember the sun will always come back and shine.

We would like to thank Stacy, Monqiue, Jessie and Katherine for coming and teaching us about emotions!

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MHF review Arlo and the Orca | Mental Health Foundation

A New Start..

Standing by the gates of this school I see kids the same age as me everywhere. I smell a fresh aromatic smell coming out of lush plants from the garden they have in front of the entrance. They’re saying things that I cannot understand. I see a tall man behind a counter. He says Hello which I respond with a gentle wave. I feel confused. Kids are coming up to me and introducing themselves. I had a hard time understanding them but I managed. I introduced myself to the man. Finally the long journey to getting to safety has come to an end. 

Stranded on the Indian Ocean

It’s been so long on this boat, I feel light headed from being so cramped. Someone had vomited all over the deck. Sweat is all there is to smell. Suddenly the boat stopped.. Everyone is worried. A storm hits us causing the boat to tremble.  I see and hear mothers and children crying, I feel so thirsty. We’re all going to starve. Our journey can’t end here. All of us still have a life ahead of us. Suddenly we spot a massive ship from the distance. Our feelings changed immediately.  It starts coming towards us. I feel so relieved and happy. Tears of joy are falling from everyone’s eyes. The storm stopped like it was happy for us. People from the ship help us on to the massive ship. The last moment the final person got on we all gasped, as looking back we saw our broken old boat break up and sink. I felt so scared and relieved at the same time. If we weren’t saved, we all could have been gulped by the deep depths of the mysterious ocean. 

 

A Sudden Wake of the Night.

Disturbed by the sound of someone calling my name during the middle of the night, I opened my eyes to see my mother with a distressed look on her face. I take a moment to look around to see my family hurtling around half asleep packing their bags. Each step I took the floor creaked, crickets chirped, bats flapped their wings in the night sky. I have no idea what is going on. I want to fall back asleep. My thoughts are scrambled in my mind. I was told to pack my things so I looked for them in haste. I feel drowsy as we exit our ragged old hut. A gust of wind runs down my body, bugs are rustling around the muddy ground. I feel sweaty. It’s pitch black out here, each step I take the more I wonder if we will be safe. A rusty old bus is standing by for us. Oil is leaking from the back of the bus. The dripping noise really irritated me. The bus driver welcomed us. I look out the chipped window to see an infinite jungle of trees.