I was so busy reading all your busy poems it took AGES!
Some of my favourite poems didn’t use rhyme but used strong detail to make a busy picture grow in my head as I read.
I especially loved the poems that surprised me with a line or an ending or the subject chosen. I loved going into the busy-ness of bees and ants. Some poems are funny and some are thoughtful. Some are so imaginative!
A poem tip: Lots of poems used rhyme for this challenge and when you use rhyme unless you are writing a nonsense poem make sure your rhyme fits the meaning. Sometimes it is like the rhyme is in charge of the poem and not the poet.
But sometimes rhyme is a shining star in a poem. It might be hiding on lines and it might be tricky nearly-sounding rhyme. It might be Dr Seussy rhyme that fits the topic and the meaning of the poem.
Here are just some of my favourites out of the huge truckload that arrived! Just becuase i didn’t choose your poem did not mean I didn’t like it as my letter will have shown.
It was really tough choosing a poet to send a book to but the ant poem really stuck with me. So I am sending Vivien a copy of The Letterbox Cat. Check out her poem.
Message for Finn: Did you know my partner Michael Hight does beehive paintings? He is famous for them!
A c h a l l e n g e: One way to get to be a better poet is to read poems others write! That’s what I do. I never stop reading poems by other adults and children. Tell me which your favourite poem is here and why and add a comment to this post. If I get at least ten comments, I have one copy of The Letterbox Cat for my favourite comment. Please add your age, year and school. Email me if you have trouble posting it. email@example.com
Our Busy Family
Our busy family
Bizz bizz bizz
A bizzerator family
Has 800 bizzerators
Jamie F 6 years old. Year 2. Ilam School
Bees making honeycomb
At rapid fire speed
Bees hurriedly warding off a bear
Queen bee giving orders
Busy artist paints them
Finn P Ilam School, Christchurch, Year 4
is as gold as the sun
like they are
I lie down
in the sunlight
with birds singing
the birds are busy
the soldiers are busy
Vesper W Age: 6 Year 2 Ilam School, Christchurch
Busy Busy Busy
Busy Busy Busy
As busy as bees
Working till the house shimmers like diamonds
Splish splash splosh
Goes the mop on the floor
It’s spick and span
But soon it will get dirty
So we will have to clean again.
Oskar R aged 7, Year 2, Ilam School
Busy / ysub
Busy, the bees,
working in the busy tree,
Ysub, the busy ants work in the busy hole.
Busy, the busy birds work to make a nest.
Ysub, the busy knights are getting ready for war.
Busy, the busy penguins are searching for food.
Ysub, the busy builders are making buildings, busy.
Ronnie L, year 3, age 8, Ilam Primary School
The ant hill
Citizens hurry to bring their
queen winter supplies.
Back and forth, back and forth.
Their world is extremely
different from our own.
it builds up faster and
Adapting to the
A fast world inside a slow one.
This society will
survive longer much
longer than ours.
Vivien Silver- Hessey age 10 Paparoa Street School
Busy gets very busy and often very clumsy
She bumps and stubs her toe
And scavengers for food very like a slowpoke.
Scurrying the street and bumping into folks
Jumps in her grey car
Causing a traffic jam
And drives into a dam.
A crowd of fluffy lambs
Come to the scene
At least she’s just a friend
My crazy friend BUSY!
By Alice Aged 11, Paparoa Street School
Hermoine being busy
Hermoine was busy
because she got a time turner first term that’s why she went two places at once. Professor McGonagall gave it to her because she signed up for all the lessons last year. At the end of the year she
needed it for a very important task. To save Sirius, Harry’s godfather from the dementers’ kiss. They managed to save him on Buckbeak, Hagrid’s hippogriff. They had to save him too because his head was going to be chopped off. Sirius flew away on Buckbeak to a cave.
Lily Y2, Age 6, Paekakariki School
Shining bright into my eyes the sun rises.
Yawning I get out of bed.
The switch flicks on then suddenly my brain starts working. School.
Throwing on my uniform I glance at my watch 7:10am.
Multi tasking, scoffing down Weet-bix and putting on my shoes.
Rushing the toothbrush along my molars scraping them clean.
My body finds the warmth of my jacket as I sling on my school bag and shout my goodbyes.
Thud! thud! Clanking, heavy shoes on the new footpath.
Running for the bus, skidding to a stop.
The bus slows and the well oiled doors slide open.
Jasper, St Peter’s School, Cambridge
Busy Busy me waiting by the oven
checking the time again and again
Busy Busy me making a pie
no time to taste it, put it up high
Busy Busy me time to make a pie
shoo away the pesky fly
Lara Lamont Y7, Age 11, St Peters School
The Ocean Of People
Bang! Whack! You trip, and you fall,
You’re lost in a crowd, as you aren’t very tall,
You’re late, and you’re lost, and it’s not going well,
You’re in need of a map but there’s no time to dwell,
Your lace is untied, you can’t find the train station,
You stand squished in queue in terrible frustration,
When you finally get to the front of the line,
You look at the clock and it’s quarter past nine,
It’s all too much, you need to go home,
You tired, you’ve had too much of a roam,
So off you slope through the bustling crowd,
Off to a place, you know won’t be loud.
Mimi, St Peter’s School, Cambridge
Not noticing what is going on,
You suddenly stop,
You see what you are missing,
Yet you start to walk fast again,
You stay what you always are,
Caitlin M 10 years old St Andrew’s College, Preparatory