Oscar, aged 8, Red Beach School
What a fabulous lot of poems arrived in the month of March.
All I challenged you to do was to play with words.
I have picked some favourites but please try my April challenge if you missed out this time! I loved them all!
I am sending a book to Daniel and Rylee.
I love the way some poems are short and are some are long!
My Dream Summer
Up comes the sun
Swimming in the ocean
Sand castle building
Down goes the sun
Stars come up,
Wrapped in blankets by the fire,
Up comes the moon
Waiting for tomorrow
By Mika J, age 10, Gladstone School
When he’s hungry.
Under the bed
Doesn’t have food.
Bug is on the verge of life
Under the bed
Bug is dead
Under the bed.
Growing up is a New Bug.
By Emma N Gladstone School
Pieta, age 10, Y6, St Andrew’s Preparatory School
Deep Dark Caves
As gloomy as a dark, dark cellar,
Echoes like spooky ghosts,
No light, pitch black,
Suddenly rocks start to shake,
Rocks and boulders start to crumble,
Your exit is blocked,
Your worst nightmare has come true,
What are you going to do?!
Megan S, 9 years old, St Andrew’s College.
From work to play!
I earn my pork
Down at the port
Where I sort
Through all the soot
Until I put my timecard in the slot
At home I peek through the slat
And see a dragon I need to slay….
It’s my little boy, who’s been waiting for me to come home and play
Gemma (Age 10, Y6, Adventure School): I chose the words for my poem by doing a word play game. I changed “work” 1 letter at a time until I got to “play”, and then I used all the words I made whilst doing that to help build my poem.
My Floating Island
On my floating Island I have a Castle,
I am the King of the Island.
A mysterious liquid called water,
Flooded my luxury home.
I had to run fast,
Soon I was at the top of the Castle.
Stranded on my Island I swam a million kilometres,
And got to New Zealand,
And started to write this poem.
And now it is finished.
By Alexander F, Age 6, Ilam Primary School
In the snowy mountains pockets of feathers
lie in the river-mouth.
the moreporks above,
fall from the willows.
Rylee 8 years St Andrew’s College
Meeting the Writer
The trees are still by the rocky beach as an old man gazes far and wide
I ask him “what you doing?”
A muffled whisper comes out with his breath
His pencil started squiggling upon the full square moon
As I read I floated away to many magnificent fantasy places
As I slip here and there pictures and ideas I’ve never had spring up in my head
Until the wind stood still and I realised I was stuck until the old man slumped back
Help! Help! Help!
Sophia D, age 8, Y4, Ilam School
I am the crumpled up newspaper you threw in the bin last Friday.
And I have some questions for you!
Why didn’t you read me!
You just chucked me out.
I could’ve done some good for the world.
So I made a list of everything I could have been…
I could have been a fire starter, recycling, which is what I really wanted to be, a rocket, for your son, or a paper airplane!
See there are heaps of things I could have been.
But of course, You didn’t let me!
So now you know my questions I expect an answer.
Yours NOT sincerely,
The crumpled up newspaper you threw in the bin last Friday.
Erica B, Year 8, 12 Year old, Selwyn House School
Other rockets land on the moon.
I walk over the moon bumps.
Salt drys my tongue
I struggle to breathe.
Enchanted stars pull me into a broad sleep.
Emily L, Y7, age 11, Selwyn House School
Midnight in New York
On till dawn.
Laughter of those
in the trance of the night.
The stars dance
around the Chrysler building.
Puddles of life.
The life of the night.
Xanthe M age: 9, Selwyn House School
I am a surfer
Making the ocean go wild.
Scraping my board across the water.
Suddenly the waves start curling around
Sucking in slicks of water
Building up with suspense over the back of me
Pulling over my head,
Then smashing on top of me.
I know this is the end.
The end of my town.
The end of my surfing style.
I start to close my eyes.
Mel L, Age 9, Selwyn House School
Daniel L, age 7, Year 3, Adventure School
Gliding across the clear blue sky,
Looking down below,
Climbing through cracks and crevices,
Leaping from building to building.
I am a hang-glider,
I am a climber,
I am a daredevil.
Touching the clear blue sky.
By Kate W, age: 9, year: 6, Fendalton Open-air School