Thanks so much for sharing your BOUNDING imaginations in the form of a poem.
Poems are HUNGRY for bounding imaginations.
I loved reading them all and it was hard to pick a few (well this is quite a LOT!)
I have a book for Lily, Tom and Cale.
Their eyes are like the stormiest nights,
like Poseidon and Zeus fighting, the water.
Their noses are redder than a foxes tail, fire.
The lips of this leopard are the darkest green ever seen, earth.
There is a swirl on their forehead whiter than cloud, sky.
It was wonderful.
Its rosettes are like all the elements in a ball.
Earth was in the middle then little stripes of fire, water and air
were curved around the sides.
It was beautiful.
Leopards of the elements.
Lily M age: 8 year: 4 Paekakariki School
A stone lay high on the mountain top
And it turned into a bright blue gem
And that gem turned into a carbon black flame
Which flickered bright as the distant stars
And that plane turned into a tiny beige leaf
And that leaf turned into a jaguar
And that jaguar ran down the mountain
And came to a sudden halt.
At the edge of a forest he stood there waiting
And turned into a piece of cobalt
And that miniature piece of cobalt
Was picked up by a drone
And that drone dropped it on a mountain
where it warped back into a stone.
By Cale Year 8, age 12 Rangeview Intermediate School
A Giol Called Scover
I saw a Giol on Sunday,
A Giol is a bird.
It looked at me as if to say,
Gee man, you’re absurd.
He looked kind of green
With pink spots all over
I said to him
“I think I’ll name you Scover.”
Scover climbed a tree
And then he climbed the sky
I said I thought it was impossible
And he said na- you try.
I climbed the sky but fell back
And yelled the bad word sciof
I came back down again black and bruised
And he said guiltily “Well I’d better be off.”
He never came back after that
I thought I’d changed his mind
But he came back on Thursday
But he was a whole lot less kind.
Sylvie King, age 10, Selwyn House School
The fluttering pack of birds fly away to open a magnificent wonder world of magic. I see a pack of whirling wolves and flying pigs. I walk forward to find a castle filled with colour. I then discover a dark room. I walk to the middle of the room then start flying. I crash through the window and into the world.
By Daniel F Age 9 Fendalton School
I woke one morning.
The moon was cooking me breakfast.
I went outside.
There was the sun playing Go Fish.
I raced to school.
Instead of my teacher, there was a seagull.
My school was just a school of sardines.
I raced back home.
The house next door was made of cats and yarn.
My room was floating on water.
Honor, age 10, Selwyn House School
My best friend and I used to make up stories,
Of dragons, princesses and knights,
Of beautiful maidens,
And ballerinas in shining lights.
We would be the main characters in each story,
Fighting dragons and slimy creatures,
Killing all the villains,
And all the evil teachers.
We would dance like elegant swans,
And sing like chirping birds,
We would leap like fierce cheetahs,
With emotion coming out from every single move or word.
My friend and I are older now,
Instead of books,
We have phones,
It keeps us busy every single day,
Keeping us prisoners in our homes.
There is no such thing as magic anymore,
No faraway lands to see,
That used to keep us up late at night,
Fidgeting in our beds with glee.
I guess everybody gets older someday,
And forgets about their childish ways,
Some people don’t see what’s happening,
When they waste away their days.
Zoe G 12 years old St Cuthberts College
Kylie, age 12, Rangeview Intermediate
Burnt your toast?
Not such a bad thing
Look at what you have created
Or even better… imaginated
Carve a shape for a toast sculpture
Or use little pieces for a toast mosaic
With a pinch of out of the box thinking
You might find you’ve made a mask
Or a fly swat
Or a trail marker on the ground
Add a smear of peanut butter and it is a bird feeder
Or turn it into chippies for ducks
Look, you’ve made a new Frisbee!
Or grab a Ping-Pong ball and play toast tennis
Stack it up. Make a hole in the middle. Enjoy your candle holder.
Or perhaps it is a fire starter
You could even strap it to your feet and show the world your new shoes
The end of the world
Or the start of something great
It’s all in the way you imaginate
Gemma, age 11, Adventure School
The Eeb Evih Needs
The Eeb Evih needs:
peanut butter ice cream
visiting its evih
travelling in swarms
from Cape Reinga
The Eeb Evih needs:
wings to carry it
to New Plymouth
to visit the Len Lye Gallery
The Eeb Evih needs:
legs to carry honey
to Te Papa
to show New Zealand
how clever they are
The Eeb Evih needs:
arms to repair the evih
after its journey.
Joshua P 12 yrs old Medbury School, Christchurch
I store the light
So it’s bright at night
Though I do feel sad when I’m on all night
I flicker and flutter
And run out of power.
I am happy when you are under me
I am comforted and not lonely
I would like to change my glow
So there is a soft light flow
But please don’t leave me on all night
Otherwise I won’t be so bright.
Daniel, age 9, Adventure School
Meet Candy Man
His name is Dan.
His hair is chocolate ice,
his head is chocolate rice.
candy cane nose.
His mouth is in
two jelly bean rows.
Chewing gum scarf,
makes me laugh.
Candy floss tummy,
that’s so yummy.
lots of dots.
Boots of jelly
for his welly boots.
By Philipp Age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School
My wild pet is a lion and a bird.
Together I call him Liord.
He has a long beak
a tired tale
It’s feathers fling
It’s wings go up and down
when he’s in town.
His fur is bushy
just like my hair.
By Alani Age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School
Lamb and Genie, riding in a Lamborghini.
Bear and horse together is Borse.
Poster and book, a Pohook.
Water and fizzy is Wafizzy.
Apple and banana, a Panana.
Computer and iPad, Compad.
Black and blue, red an white
What do they have in common?
They are all colours.
What about Blaue?
Are they colours too?
By Videl Age 11 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School
His feet are medium oranges
His legs are rotten bananas
His stomach is a humungous apple
His chest is a poisoned pear
His neck is a bumpy boysenberry
His head is a square strawberry
His mouth is a bearded banana
His nose is a little blackberry
His eyes are ice-cream blueberries
His ears are small pineapples
and his hair is black and yellow liquorice!
By Oliana Age 10 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School
The Imagination Road
The dim lights cover,
The Imagination road,
Where anything is possible.
Just take a stroll.
The candy floss may fall on your head,
The chocolate coated trees may be just divine,
But as long as you make it to the
And do 5 flips,
Until you feel bouncy,
At the end of the day,
Animals will parole the streets,
And deliver you back,
To the Imagination station.
Evie Johnson age 11 Selwyn House School
Tom, age 9, Hoon Hay School, Christchurch
The Golcher is a scary beast.
It lives in a cave under the street
on chuckly bones and goblin meat,
and when it feeds
its scaly wings
flap with joy.
His body is the opposite…
as cuddly as a fluffy toy.
By Alexander M Age 9 LS7 Westmere School
The Land of Topsy Turvey
Sea in the sky
where dolphins fly
and little fish dive
and octopie jive.
and Pegasus prance.
Griffins from France
look on in askance.
At the land of Topsy Turvey
people come to ride a whale or
swim in the rainbow sea.
Kids come to eat
unhealthy, healthy things or
run around in an upside down tower
looking around at teacher’s dancing
and relievers prancing
at the land of Topsy Turvey.
By Sophie M-R Age 10 LS7 Westmere School
Is a snake
Walking on the beach
with his ugly
With his black labrador face
He’ll win every race…
Beneath the sharp teeth
Lies the toungue.
By Mia M Age 10 LS7 Westmere School
Round the clock.
Mr Dun made a bun
Out of pungy lungy lung.
He started to lick
Then ate it quick.
By Taylor M Age 11 LS6 Westmere School
Jiggle juggle what a struggle
Here and there a flying pear.
Listening out, can’t get out.
The moon is so bright, like the sunlight.
Can’t get to sleep without counting sheep.
Shimmering here, limmering there.
My eyes are rocks, theyr’e starting to stop.
Tic Toc that’s the clock.
Stars are so bright, like the moonlight.
The phone is buzzing all night long.
I roll over from side to side.
Pitter patter, the rain is starting.
By: Genevieve age 9, Neve age 10 and Charlie D age 10 LS6 Westmere School
By Aastha Year 8, age 13 Rangeview intermediate school
Standing in the cold damp darkness
I stare at the faint sunlight above
My slimy green legs stuck on the mossy green grass
I croak for Hungry
My long tongue slips out catching a fly that was hovering above
And I never wake up again
Iris, Fendalton School