… I am bit late posting these as I have in bed with a sore throat …
What a lot of fun you had using your imaginations – to get them sizzling and bouncing and popping in poems. Sometimes the poems made me laugh out loud. But imaginative poems can also be thoughtful, show you different ways of seeing the world. Invent worlds. Imagine how other people do things.
I couldn’t post all the amazing poems – so here is a selection of some I enjoyed.
I am sending a copy of The Letterbox Cat to Oscar and to the class at Greenhithe School.
Do try my last challenge of the year that I am posting tomorrow.
I posted Daniel’s poem first as I loved the way he imagined a world with no imagination!
Imagine a world
There would be no inventions
No new things
No fun at all
I am glad I cannot imagine
A world without imagination
By Daniel L, Age 8, Year 3, Adventure School, Wellington
I got a terrific bunch of poems from Greenhithe School. They all zinged with imagination. What great fun you had writing these! Here are just a few:
Have a Look
A moment in time
is like a lime sitting still
on the windowsill.
The sun is brightening
As the lime is ripening.
Then the moment passes.
By Ferguson Mc, Age 10, Year 5, Glenhithe School
When the Pie Danced with the Tie
The pie danced with the tie when the bread turned red
The pie danced with the tie when a rock ate the clock
The pie danced with the tie when my hand joined a band
The pie danced with the tie when Jill ate the hill.
But did those things really happen?
The pie never danced with the tie.
By Maria S, Age 10 years, Year 5, Glenhithe School
Brussel Sprout Land
What if the world was made of brussel sprouts?
People would be passing out
from the smell.
You wouldn’t be able to write.
You wouldn’t be able to play a ball sport because the ball would keep disintegrating.
Your house would keep rolling around and
you wouldn’t be able to watch TV.
Just a brussel sprout.
By James D, Age 9, Year 5, Greenhithe School
And here are some poems from all over New Zealand:
I went to bed and closed my eyes
and I saw red and suddenly my bed
lifted off the ground and my room turned
I floated out of bed and through the ceiling
and saw rainbows and werewolves and foxes and monsters.
Suddenly I dropped back through the ceiling and my Mum peeked
through the door and told me off for making too much noise.
Oscar Mc, Age 8, Fendalton Primary School
If the sky was green
What about the trees?
Would they be green too?
Or would they be blue?
Would the seas be purple?
Or would that make everyone gurgle?
Would they revolt,
With orange lightning bolts?
If the sun was indigo
Would we need some mistletoe
Made out of red teacups,
Brewed by Monkeys DeluxeⓇ?
So I must say,
Be careful on your way,
In hope you don’t meet,
Some flowers with very yellow feet.
By Freya D, age 12, Tamatea Intermediatee, Napier
Hands gripping pencils,
breaking through paper.
Words into sentences,
sentences into paragraphs,
paragraphs into stories.
This is writing.
Jonathon Y, Gladstone School, Auckland
What if the world was made of cheese?
Would cheddar be the land, would edam be the seas?
What if all 3 of your little black cats?
Owned an illegal black market for purple top hats?
What if a pug called Swipp Woolly Lee?
Ruled over the world, how crazy would that be?
What if your granny was a world renowned thief?
And her hideout was under the great barrier reef?
What if all milk tasted like trash?
Would the dairy industry suffer a financial crash?
What if it was impossible to flush the loo?
Would the whole wide world smell like poo?
What if your teacher worked for some top secret spies?
Could she spy on you using robotic flies?
What if you lived in the sewer of a train station?
Thank goodness this only in our imagination.
By Jackson S, 12, Year 8 Tamatea Intermediate School, Napier
When Imagination ran away with me
He took me by the hand
And led me away on an adventure
Adults wouldn’t understand
He showed me glorious green forests
And silvery snow capped mountains
Ancient ruins and relics
And exploding fantastical fountains
He took me to a magical world
Where dragons roam
And children save the world alone
He showed me what the world could be
If no one put restraints on me
Gemma Lovewell, Age 10, Year 6, Adventure School, Wellington
The colorful rainbow flows onto the paper,
White never to be seen again.
A shield of sun protects me from the rain.
Icing the bright blue sky.
The love for bananas is never enough.
A soft patter of feet as you pass the finish line
Ant size but giraffe size in flavor.
What kind of message does it carry?
Deliciousness slips down my throat.
Every corner you turn fun is blocking the way.
The colours never end.
The skies necklace
Queen of jewels.
Paint covers your lips like a hat.
Your brain the imagination station.
Evie J, Age 11, Selwyn House School, Christchurch
The Best Creation Ever!
a small computer with a hard shell to protect it,
two projectors to sense where it’s going,
Many engines to work different parts,
all close together to stay running,
a cage, able to hold the many engines in place,
a pipe for fluids, to keep on moving,
a hole on each side of the computer to hear and interact.
A squishy yet solid material, all over,
Layers of soft material, covering everything, to make it look even better,
This machine is the best creation ever!
It is you and me…… Human beings.
Cold biting fingers and nose
Snow white on the trees and ground
Sun rising in golden robes
Setting the snow alight
Movement out of the corner of an eye
A snow sparkle on bluish white scales
Crest of icy horns
Arctic blue eyes
Sparkling white wings
A gasp escapes an open jaw
A dragon turns
Cold air escaping an open maw
Joined for a moment
Sun turned white scales gold
Leaping up into the air
Breathing ice on frozen trees
Caught in golden light
Then vanishing in the sunrise
Running feet to a small house
Excited voice shouting
I saw the winter dragon!
by Sarah-Kate Age 11 Homeschooled