by Jenna aged 8, Matua School
Thank you so much for the bumper crop of moon poems. It has taken me from early this morning to read them all. So I am glowing inside with the moon!
I loved the way you used imagination, humour, beauty.
I loved the way you played with words and images, similes and sounds.
I loved the way poems can be short or long.
I am sad I can’t post all the poems but I am glad you all love writing so much – it shows.
Check out the way Russley School (down the bottom) refreshed smiles in poems. AMAZING!!
Thanks to Amber Moffat and MidnightSun Publishing I have a copy of Amber’s magnificent moon book for Mia. See my review here.
I am sending a copy of my new book Groovy Fish to Josie.
Do try my September challenge (out on 1st).
The Moon
Shiny cheese
moon dancing
dizzily dark
disc
Lilla, 8 years, Matua School
The Working Moon
The moon sparkles in the night time sky
Its light flows through my window
The moon sparkles in the night time sky
I hear its music play
The moon sparkles in the night time sky
Its light wakes me up
Charlotte K Age 8 Ilam School
Fox and moon
I am a fox
On a cliff
With my friend moon.
He is so gentle.
He has an ocean
Made from soft wolf fur.
He has another friend
Called Ruru.
And more friends called Stars.
Josie O Age 6 Ilam School
Moon sonnet
The moon
is as restless
as a dream.
The sea slaps
the rusty concrete wall
like a whale’s tail.
Smashing waves.
The coloured lights
in the Norfolk pines
like fallen stars.
The moon knocks
like the wind
on my bedroom window pane
calling, “It’s time to go to bed again”
Zoe S Age: 12 Heaton Intermediate
Tired as a Moon
By the light of the moon
As dark as a peach
I hear my Dad making lunch
I hear country music play
I’m tired as a child’s name
Isobel P Age 8 Ilam School, Christchurch
Moon Cake
I eat Moon Cake that I bake
I put a spoon inside a little moon and soon I mix the moon into a cocoon
I mix the cocoon with a raccoon but soon it does a BIG BOOM inside the room
Then it pops out baked into Moon Cake!
William Y Aged 8, Year 3, St Andrew’s College
The Moon Who Cared
In a sky there was a moon
A moon who loved to ……
Move around the world
To make sure
Everyone was safe
While they slept
But when the sun is at highest peak
The moon is just at the other side
Waiting for it’s journey to be complete
Ida, Year 6, age 10, Selwyn House School
Bringing swan feathers to the moon
I sleep
On black and white swan
feathers woven into
soft, cuddly blanket.
I use sticks and wood to
build a bed
in a treehouse.
I feel a ray of
moonlight shining
onto me.
I climb on
and rise
onto the moon.
Mia W Year 4 age 8 Fendalton School
The moon
The moon is as bright
as a shining sun at night
When you start to cry and you’re lost
the moon can help you find a light.
The starry sky is where the moon lies
I love the moon
Olivia B Age 8 Year 4 Maoribank School
The moon
The moon is the night’s sun
The moon is a golden badge on a black t-shirt
The moon lights the way on lonely nights
I love the moon
Ilah L Age 8 Year 4 Maoribank School
The moon
In a world of my dreams it would always be night
The moon would be green, the clouds purple and bright
Rain shall be pink – and yellow the colour of my sky
Yes people should be made of jelly, there’ll be no black and white
For those clouds have no sense of fun
No they are nothing like my big green night sun.
Skylarose H Age 10 Year 6 Maoribank School
The moon
The moon is a circular object
shining when the dark rises
It gracefully moves leaving a trail of yellow dots
When the sun starts to rise
The moon makes its way to the other side
The moon’s shift is over
Krysta T age 9 Year 5 Maoribank School
The moon and the sea otter
The moon reaches the tide
And brings it up
The sea otters squeak
When the moon
Paints the sky.
The moon takes the sea otters
Up onto her back
And shows them the paints.
Red, orange, yellow, pink
All different shades.
At night
The moon puts them back
In the sea.
All four sea otters
Safe and sound.
Ivy M, age: 6, Year 2, Ilam Primary School, Christchurch
The pink moon
What has happened
To the pure white moon?
It’s now pink.
But wait,
There are now two rabbits
On the moon.
How weird.
Oh, silly me, it’s just a drawing!
Rynie R, Age: 6 years, Y2, Ilam School
Losing The Moon
The moon gazes down at me,
I gaze up at him.
It almost looks like
he is smiling.
I see clouds
start to creep
across the moon,
then he is gone.
Sophie O, Ilam School, Year 3, aged 7
Turn off the light
Marvellous moon
Big and bright
Sapphire sky
White Light
Owl hoots
Dazzling blaze
Car toots
Magical phase
I close my eyes tight
But still can’t sleep
I try hard to fight
The hallowed orb tonight
It illuminates my thoughts and
Makes me wonder
Why it’s made of cheese
To me it looks like golden glass
I yawn it’s time to turn it off please
Emily P Age: 9 Y4 Fendalton Open Air School
Moon Riddle 16
I bring in the nights
with fields of stars.
I call the tides
from the sky and beach.
Watch me move slowly
s l o w l y.
I bring your light.
I fill your lantern.
I am your torch.
Sometimes I look like stone.
Sometimes I am half of myself.
Sometimes a quarter.
I can be full.
I can be empty.
If you are quick
you can catch me
in the morning.
Tom N Year 6 age 10 Hoon Hay School/Te Kura Koaka
In the Moon’s Company
an icy rock alone in space
turning pirouettes
for no applause
a deep silver
keeping us company
in her warm glow
Olivia L Age: 12 Y8 Selwyn House School
The Were-Cat
“Mmmmmoooooonnnnnn!”
The cry of the were-cat echoed through the valley
The villagers jumped and looked up
A glowing green comet tore through the sky
Cracks on the moon filled by a golden glow
Craters lit up with a toxic green
Then, a green cloud erupted smothering the moon
In an emerald haze
The were-cat was coming.
It howled once more
Four bolts of pure, white-hot energy
Struck the four mountains surrounding the valley
Turning the river electric blue
The were-cat had come.
The immense creature opened a huge pouch in its belly
And put exactly 1623 tons of fish inside.
It flew it up to the moon to lay it across the surface
And is still devouring it as I tell this story
So from now on you’ll always know
The moon isn’t made of cheese, or rock
It is made of fish.
Daniel Y6 Adventure School
Moon light
The sun sets,
and the moon rises
in the night sky.
It’s as bright
as the sun
as round as a disk.
The wind comes
and the trees swish.
The bright moon
gets eaten
until it’s like a banana..
New Year returns,
the full moon comes back!
Olivia C Age 8 Year 4 Fendalton Open Air School
The moon man
A lantern gives off a soft glow
Two shadows are dancing slow
There is a faint echo of song
In the town where the moon man lives
The sky is grey
It is where the clouds are made
He is working hard
Under the shining light
It is the town where the moon man lives
They say he is mad
From staring at the moon
They say that he is a loon
This is the town where the moon man lives
They whisper about him everyday
They even have a chant
They say that “He is crackers, without cheese! and frankly quite unclean!”
He pretends not to hear
In the town where the moon man lives.
In the old dairy
Pompous Mrs Mary
Sings like a canary
About the moon man
About the “loon man”
She doesn’t know him very well
It is the town where the moon man lives
The children laugh at him
Their parents snicker at him
And the few who remember him as a child
Wish that he had grown up less “Wild”
This is the town where the moon man lives
At night they marvel at his creations
Without knowing that he made them
Perhaps if they did
Then they wouldn’t be so mean
In the town where the moon man lives
But the Moon Man doesn’t mind
Because his heart shines
As if a star has landed in his chest
He is as kind as a soft light
And maybe that is why
They call him the moon man
Gabbie (Gabriella) R Year – 8, Age 12, Newlands Intermediate
Moon Diary
When I was two,
the cow jumped over the moon,
When I was four,
I fell asleep with the moonlight shining through the car window,
When I was six,
the moon shone on the glistening water,
When I was eight,
the moon celebrated New Years with me,
Now that I am ten,
fifty years have passed since the first man on the moon,
In fifteen years time,
I want to be the next person on the moon.
Raffaella C Year 5 Age 10 Three Kings School
WHAT IS the MOON really?
Is the moon a giant slow-motion ball
circling around the world?
Or is the moon a round ball of
rotten yellow cheese?
Is the moon a grey ball dented
with craters?
Or is the moon a giant’s silver marble flicked into space?
Sagana S 10 years old, Year 5 Three Kings School
Moon
Grey, shiny, dusty moon
everyone looks at you.
You are the one that inspires us to build rockets,
and launch ourselves to reach you.
Do you like us standing on you?
Seaton F Year 5 Age 9 Three Kings School
The Shine
The silk-shine sneaks into my room and aims at my eye,
I shriek in pain while it beams at me,
I move my blinds to see the silver blanket covering the world,
“Ahh!” my eyes adjust to the gleaming light of the moon.
Finlay Age 9 years Year 5 Three Kings School
Some moon poems from 8 year olds at Matua School
A Tweet to the Moon
Moon!
Oh my Moon!
You’re my toon,
you’re my star,
you’re beautiful as you are.
Yes you are.
Down in the city,
there is a black kitty,
and his name is Pringle,
the pretty pussy cat.
He saw something sweet,
and sang a tweet,
to the magical,
mysterious,
Moon.
Jolie P year 6 age 10 Richmond Road School Te whanau whariki
The Bright Moon
The moon is bright,
with all its might,
It’s shining on the water.
On a hot summer night
It makes the tide go in and out.
I know the moon
doesn’t have a doubt.
The moon is bright,
with all its might,
It’s shining on the water.
Taane R Year 6 Age 11 Richmond Road School / te whanau whariki
Some moon poems from Russley School
Spiky Moon
by Jade H, age 11
The moon is a grey dog
playing with a white shiny bone
The moon is a black computer
doing tiring homework
The moon is a white piece of paper
ripping in the dark spooky night
The moon is a glowing tooth
under my pillow
Once in a Blue Moon
by Ruby, age 10
The moon is a silver pin
jabbed
into dark velvet
It is an ash wolf
balanced
on a large rock
It is a cluster of glowworms
squashed
into a cave
It is a colony of butterflies
teaming
with life
The moon is a crescent shaped
lopsided
smile
Bright Moon
by Noel H, age 10
The moon is a hat
left hanging in the closet
It is a bumpy tire
stuck on the back of a car
The moon is an old grey picture
kept in a drawer
It is a block of silver
hidden in a safe
Silvery Moon
by Amelia Y, age 11
The moon is a fat grey mouse
who ate too much cheese.
The moon is a white football
filled with helium.
The moon is a silver coin
dropped from the giant’s land.
The moon is a grey reflection
shining in the sky.
The moon is a huddle of fireflies
all sound asleep.
The moon is a pearly beach
with people playing beach ball.
Just like…
by Ava M, age 11
The moon is a shining pearl
waiting to be found
The moon is a dragon’s eye
gleaming in the sunlight
The moon is a silver disk
constantly on repeat
The moon is a metallic pastel
drawing on sapphire paper
The moon is a white scarf
fluttering hopelessly in the cold winter wind
Shining Night Skies
by Ava S, age 10
The moon is a white rabbit
jumping from one place to
another
The moon is a silver
coin, lying there waiting
to get somewhere
The moon is a curvy
ball, getting kicked into the
night sky
The moon is a round
lollie, getting re-wrapped
when the morning comes
The Moon, our Guardian
by Reuben Veenstra, age 11
The moon is a black motorcycle jacket
crashing
against the wind
The moon is a grey sheet of metal
protecting soldiers from
vigorous
gunshots
It is an olden days photo
of a child
stuck
in an old man’s journal
The moon is our guardian
keeping us safe
through the night
What is the Moon?
by Yathi K, age 12
The moon is a white blank page
flying in the breeze
It is grey like an old man’s hair
waving in the wind as he walks by
The moon is silver like a tip of a pen
writing history
It is a perfectly burnt marshmallow
tempting to look at
The moon is gold like a treasure
waiting to be stolen
White Pom-pom on an Indigo Hat
by Ella-Rose, age 11
The moon is a white pom-pom bobbing on an indigo hat.
It is a silver ornament sparkling on a beautiful tree.
The moon is a gold medal glistening in the summer sun.
It is a multi coloured disco ball shining in a dark room.
The moon is a grey concrete path revealing dusty footprints.
It is a red stop sign captivating looks of awe.
My Great Grandad, the Moon
101 Years Old
by William, age 12
The moon is my great grandad
trudging along the endless sky
It is my great grandad’s hair
white, and swaying in the breeze
The moon is my great grandad’s smile
whenever I come and visit
The Night Light (or the moon rabbit)
Watch the sky late at night,
and you’ll see a twilight sight.
The round white, night light,
what a sight!
The glistening thing’s
core,
it sings.
It orbits around the earth.
The thing that lights up the world,
in the darkest nights.
The owls, they hoot at the pretty sight.
The wolves, they howl, it is so bright,
looking at their night light.
The rabbit watches,
above the world,
as it jumps around the big, circle, yellow light,
that it calls its home.
Ella Age: 10 Westmere School Auckland
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