A few poems from the specialists' classroom! (Inspired by a poem called
'You're my cup of tea' by WH Auden.)
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The actor plays
comedy
Melancholy is good for poetry
The writer plays
with words
Rain is good for flowers
The painter with
pastels
Madness is good for doctors
The harpist with
chords
And the
clock is good for years
The singer prefers
refrains
As an assembly of these things
The sculpter
prefers clay
My heart
is waiting for a sign
Everybody plays
with everything
To save my mind
in this life
But with us life
loves to play.
This strange and crazy line.
by Gaëlle
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Pale blue is like the sky
When I look at the
ballerina
Deep
purple is nice and mellow
Who begins to
dance
And red is like a spark
I see the release
of her soul
Well, all the
colours need a fellow
Her dream and her
senses.
So baby my heart is grey
I see her flying
away
And my mind is full of shadows
Do you know
what I mean?
As your
lips cry a sad song
I see her dancing
But in spite of it I
hope for a
The ballerina of my dream.
rainbow.
by Delphy
by Aurélie
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The fire is looking for
dryness
The bird needs the
earthworm
The shower is
seeking a rainbow
The baby needs his
Mom
A mouth keeps a secret
The cars need
petrol
A kiss keeps love's glow
The plane
needs travel
That's why my spirit
sometimes
The business man
his phone
flies in the sky
But me, I need my sun
It travels round the clouds
But my sun is you
my bun!
like a ghost
by Ismahane
But I'm
still trying to find my
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mind Pupil's life.
Otherwise I'm completely lost.
The school needs pupils
by Julie
and
pupils need uniforms
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the uniforms are
purple
To live I need my music
and without any
forms.
Some players need a ball
All the scholars
love holidays
I need my friend next to me
and everybody likes
good days.
And some teams
need a goal.
To spend good times
and play
It's hard to
write a poem
it is the most
important nowadays.
It's
not a job for me
by Fanny
Sport and music it's pathetic
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But it's reality.
Anon
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The writer needs
imagination
When comes
the spring the flowers grow
The sweeper needs a
brush
Then comes
summer with its hot sun
The pupils
concentration
In autumn the
leaves cover the floor
And builders a trowel
Lastly it's the winter with the cold
snow.
Some workers travel a lot
The
flowers spreading over the field
And others seek a
job
The sun shining in the sky
But me, when I reflect
it's hot
The leaves taken by the
wind
So I don't need these
things.
The snow stretching her
coat white.
by Adélie
Anon
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Red fish swim in their
bowl
A baby
sucks his thumb
Birds make their
nests
A child enjoys
playing
Dogs sleep in their
kennels
An
adolescent poses many questions
and cats purr in their
baskets
Like a grown up
worrying
Fishermen go by boat
The old man looks at his life
Girls go on a
scooter
Tell him that he did
succeed
Pilots pilot a plane
That the world is
beautiful
and snow falls in
winter.
Like a leaf on a tree.
by
Edith
by Pauline
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I go back to my home
It's like that in my dream.
To see my family
Even if they are very
opposite
It is full of love
the sun loves the moon
But sometimes I'm alone
And
black
loves snow white
It can be exciting
the cat loves a mouse
You must find that
boring
Everybody
loves everybody
It's time when I can be
with me
And peace is
the world's queen
When I'm in my mind's
place.
Who knows the war?
Nobody!
by
Marie
It's like that
in my dream.
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Anon
When you came here
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I don't know what I
thought
I need you.
Before I met you
When you are with me
I could never imagine
Nothing else has importance
The way we can feel
now
When you are far from me
You made me happy,
Nothing has
any sense
completed me and
destroyed me It's for
that reason that I know
I'll never forget
you
that I need you.
You'll be forever in
my heart.
by Erika
Anon
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