Year 4 Given Word Poems

Enjoy these Given Word Poems from our Year 4 students. I think they did an amazing job of getting all five of the Given words in their poems! Look out for them: feather, eat, time, whisper, phantasmagoria.

Beach Dreams

I hear the waves calling me

while I look 

for a phantasmagoria 

of rainbow feathers, 

gold and magic shells

buried in the smooth sand

I watch

a baby seagull

eat a sandwich

I look at the time

wow!

it’s already 1pm

I hear a whisper

coming from far away, out in

the ocean

I wonder

what it’s saying?

Hmmm . . . maybe it’s saying

there’s more treasure in there?

by Bridget I.

The Sun and the Moon

A bright moon starts to appear

in the dark sky

when the phantasmagoria

hits my eyes

and the whisper smacks

the drum of my ear

time ticks

almost time to go home

going home in the shiny car

when we arrive

I eat cereal

then tuck into bed

lie down on the duck feather pillow

I wake up and look outside

for the moon

but why is it not there?

by Ella K.

Phantasmagoria

Beach Day

I hear the waves whisper to me

I see my friends eating a vanilla ice cream

from mr whippy’s van

I stare at the time while it hits nine

I find a girl with a phantasmagoria of shells,

silver and gold,

feathers and dusty autumn leaves

I feel the sand touch my feet

as the waves come crashing to me

I start to wobble

I tumble on my knees

while a crab as red as fire

pinches my feet

I see a seagull munching

on my friend’s ice cream

Bridget screams, Ahhh!

I shoo the seagull away to the bridge

but . . . where did that crab go?

by Celia A.

At the Scary Restaurant

It’s time to eat dinner

at the fancy diner.

The whisper of the wind 

blew a duck feather in.

The diner ghosted me

on the leather seat,

if felt like phantasmagoria

while I was eating.

Is this a dream?

Or a nightmare?

by Maggie M.

The Shadow

Panting,

Hoping for

A glass of water and something to eat,

Night comes

To an end, just a dream, but

A tree crates an unusual

Shadow one

Moment in time,

A dark feather like shape

Growls, and I whisper, hello?

Only

Roxy,

I laugh

As my ginger puppy jumps on me!

by Thomas C.

The Secret

I wake up to my orange clock

the time is 8 o’clock

I hear the chime

I go downstairs to eat.

My friend 

whispers me a secret

I gasp.

my baby brother finds a feather,

black and white,

it tickles

my nose.

I felt a phantasmagoria

of emotion 

come to me and then

vanish.

by Thomas C.