Sky poems have arrived from all the country.
Thank you for a galaxy of sky poems. I have received hundreds and I have loved reading them all. As you can imagine it was very hard picking just a few to post here. Remember this is not a competition – my blog is all about the love of writing.
i tried to pick a range of approaches (lots of poets used the sky as artist simile!).
I love it when children use their own words and ideas to explore the challenges I set them. Poems can be very very simple and offer such glorious delight. Poems can also be rich like a fabulous feast.
I have picked Yoshi (Helensville Primary School), Nethuki (Invercargill Primary School) and Marlon and Angelo (Pukete School) to send a copy of my book Groovy Fish and other poems. When Auckland is out of lockdown!
Let me know if I missed your email.
There are loads of poem challenges hiding in my National Poetry Day post under each children’s author video. Deadline September 10th.
September poem challenge goes up: September 1st
The poems
The Sky Above
Under a mauve sky
The world is stirring
Under a lilac sky
The world is wrapped in a morning hug
Under an azure sky
The world is focusing
Under a tangerine sky
The world is relaxing
Under a crimson sky
The world receives a goodnight kiss
Under an inky sky
The world sleeps
Daniel Age 12, Year 8, Hadlow School
Clouds
A blue and white roof that covers the whole world.
Swirled white foam in millions of shapes and sizes.
They rise up and up and it’s so high it feels like it’s low.
And when they’re drifting across the sky, they’re slow,
Like silent snow
falling
in
the
air.
Jake H. age 10, Westmere School
Spring Sky
Cloudy
Grey
Full of birds,
Scattered rain
Full of chirps.
Cool air, still wind
Scattered hums, tiny chill.
Yoshi A, Age 10, Year 5, Helensville Primary School
Periwinkle sky
Periwinkle sky,
Skidding sheet-white clouds,
A gentle breeze.
Aquafied colour,
A glorious day,
Breathes a sigh on the window-pane.
Juliet Y, Year 6, Halswell School
Sky Sheep
Red clouds
wandering through the hazy evening sky
like sheep being herded.
Marlon R, 9 yrs, Yr5, Pukete School
Maisie M, age 7, Y3, Mairangi Bay School
A Beautiful Sky
The clouds puff like smoke in the sky,
The bright and yellow sun fades away,
Pink and yellow patterns everywhere on the sky,
The beautiful white moon says ‘hello’,
Yellow, bright stars start to twinkle,
The fireflies start to sparkle and fly around the dark night,
I can’t take my eyes away from the sky.
Nethuki, age 9, Y5, Invercargill Middle School
Sky poem
In the sky I fly,
Around the clouds
Through the cloud I fly,
I do twists and turns and show, I don’t
Regret being an eagle, funny smart and loud,
I am an eagle proud, strong and fast.
Phoebe, age 11, Ilam School
A Dream
I look up
into the light
fluffy clouds
imagining what’s beyond them.
I drift off.
I imagine me flying
through the sky.
I pick up a cloud
and take a bite
before I wake upon the grassy hill.
Madison C, Age: 9, Y5, Ilam School
Sky
Lightning and thunder,
marking the sky,
Birds tousled in flight
Gusty wind howls and shrieks,
Mean, gloomy, black, staring down at me,
Torrents of rain, hurtling down,
This storm is NOT Clowning around!
Amelia and Juliet, 11 and 10 years old, at Halswell School, Christchurch
A Miserable Day in Christchurch
Candy floss clouds zoom through the sky
disguising the sun
making Earth colder and colder.
Ducks and seagulls find their way
back to their nest to warm up.
Planes are landing and the baby blue sky
starts to go away.
Christchurch is getting darker and darker
and everyone starts to rush inside.
I hear a rumbling in the distance.
The thunder gets louder as the storm comes closer.
Streaks of lightning flash through the sky.
Farron R, Year 4, Russley School
How to List the Skies
Cold winter skies, covered in a quilt of clouds.
Warm summer skies, deep azure with a lone white cloud.
Giant night skies, dark and full of dreams.
Beautiful early morning skies, a red and orange artwork.
Sunset evening skies, dark blue and covered in colour from the brush of an artist.
Tangy hazed skies, the sign of a flame burning.
Snowy, crisp skies, celebrations of snow and ice.
Old black and white skies, a wrong that can never be fixed.
Forever amazing, kiwi skies, the sign of a beauty that can never be scarred.
Amy G, age 11, Selwyn House School
Clouds
Henry T, 7 years old, Year 3, Thorndon School
Sky Poem
Sky is a sea of bright blue.
Sky is a moving piece of artwork.
Sky is a protective guardian suspended over the globe.
Sky is cool.
Sky is fresh.
Sky is sublime.
Jonathan , age 11, Year 7, Mt Roskill Intermediate
Sky
White, fluffy clouds bobbing in the bright blue sky,
a black and white fantail flies in the bright light.
I spotted a pink, and orange butterfly gliding by
and a long, skinny, blue Damsel dragonfly with two clear wings.
It flies like a stripy painted paper plane,
floating in front of my eyes.
I went back inside quickly and got a net,
because I wanted to catch any of them as a pet.
Mum came and I explained why,
But she said they are all wild,and we should let them enjoy the sky!
Patricia C, Age: 6, Year: 3, Russley School
A decorated morning
Pink, orange and yellow
splatters across the blazing sky.
The silvery clouds
fade into beautiful snowy mountains.
Sheep awake and look
skywards through their sleeping eyes.
The lights turn on
in the milking shed.
The sky turns yellow
With bits of blue dotted across.
A little boy sits on the crescent moon
And fishes for the sun.
Georgia, age 10, Selwyn House School
The Sky
I look up at the sky,
And I sigh,
The fluffy white cotton candy stared back down at me,
Amongst the mist, I glimpse part of the blue sky,
A blue so pure that makes me happy to be free,
Grey, navy, blue, purple, pink, red, orange and yellow, the colours of the sky.
The birds stopped singing hours ago,
And the darkness nudged me awake,
I open my eyes to see thousands of faces smile back down at me,
The moon, a friendly face, leads me back home,
I look up once again,
Goodnight my friend,
I’ll see you soon.
The sky, a home for many,
The sky, my best friend.
Jerry, Age: 12, Year 8, Churchill Park School
Sunset
Angelo R, 7 yrs, Yr 3, Pukete School
Some Days
With fluffy puffs of white
Some days are stormy
with glinting lightning
and claps of thunder.
Some days bright
with rays of golden sunshine.
Some days are wet
with glistening dewdrops.
Some days have colourful arches
of multicoloured ribbons reaching
overhead.
When sunset arrives
Sapphire blue turns into streaks of ruby red.
With bright pink and dark purple
And light orange.
When night dawns
Owls come out to play.
The dark blue skies
are dotted with silver stars.
Sophia L Age 8 Westmere School
Sunset
The cotton candy sunset is a memory I could never forget.
The sky outside is plain blue.
I wish it could be a whirlpool of mixed colours.
It would be so nice if it were a striped pattern in the sky,
as right now it is just a splodge of blue.
The sky is a piece of art but
The sky is also the artist itself!
The sky is a treasure we can never lose!
So always treasure the sky!
Acsayah, 11 years old, Yr 6, Epsom Normal Primary School
The sun in the sky
Ava R, 8 years old, Year 4, Thorndon School
Sky poem
Seeing the sky is very beautiful
The clouds are like candy floss
A warm blue sky
Seeing avalanches of clouds
Falling over the mountain ranges
I wake up from a dream
Liam aged 9 – Year 5, St Patrick’s School
Sky
They talk of heritage
Of the winds that call your name
The family tree that can’t be tame
And yet I’ve heard it’s a lie
They told me all kites can fly
That we all belong in the sky
And yet I fall when I try
They told me heritage is a lie
That where we came from doesn’t matter
It’s the future that should make us cry
So why can’t I fly?
Why can’t I soar?
They tell me heritage is out the door
But somehow it’s where I belong
Where has it gone?
Because not all kites can fly
Even if we try
Some days the only one who will accept us
Is the sky…
Gracie M, 11, year 7, Bethlehem College
(Note from Gracie: I’m a New Zealand Citizen, I went to a New Zealand school, I speak English and yet it’s not my culture, my heritage. It can be hard when it feels like I don’t have any place to belong. I love New Zealand but sometimes the sky is the only place that truly accepts you.)
Question Poem
What am I?
Fiery red,
Gloomy blue,
Happy yellow,
With different moods.
I’ve got a variety of clouds,
Shapes, colours, and movements
All year round
They can be square or round
Or even upside down.
Pink, yellow, orange, and red
In sunsets and sunrises
When we’re in bed.
Have you figured me out?
I help make plants sprout?
I’m the Sky
Taking control over the weather,
I colour myself making pictures
With Dye
Sophie W, Year 6, age 11, St Cuthbert’s College
Haiku
The sky of wonders
Infinite array of clouds
Blue, green, hope not grey.
Edward A, age 10, Grey Lynn School
The sky is beautiful
The sky is beautiful
Some days, the sky is cloudless and vibrant
While on others it is pink and shy
The sky can be many different colours
A dull an lifeless grey
A gorgeous and warm golden
Or a calm rosy pink
The sky is like a museum
Home to many pieces of art
You might see a horse
Galloping through the sky
Or maybe a little lamb
Rolling happily around
You could dream about the sky all day
Because the sky is beautiful
Micayla L, Aged 10, Year 6, St Cuthbert’s College
Georgia A, 2 years old, Year 8, Twyford School
The sky has feelings
Rain like tears
Dripping from a big blue eye
It growls like a bear
An irritated sky
Whipping wind
An aggravated swarm
The furious sky screams
A howling storm
Thunder, a growing growl
Lightning, electrified volt
The sky is afraid
A needle-sharp bolt
The sky is lazy
Puffy clouds drifting by
As birds glide
Not bothered to fly
Perfect for a walk on the beach
Before the day is dawning
The sky is happiness
On a summery Saturday morning
So soft and tender you can’t hear it
Freshly falling snow
Beautiful sunset is awe
Washing everything in golden glow
Silhouetted by darkness
But still winking, ever so bright
All of those emotions together
Make the stars in inky black night
Though the sky is not a person
It can still feel emotions
Boiling fluid in a container
Softly lap like the ocean
Samantha M, age 12, Year 8, Kenakena School
The Sky
Blue and grey at different times
Crystal blue by day and stormy grey by night
What is beyond?
The universe, the universe with stars and planets
But from where I stand it is just blue beautiful blue
Blue as the bluebird, blue as a smurf
Oh no, it is as blue as the sky when it looks nice for you.
Stella, Class 7, age 13, Taikura Rudolf Steiner School
The Sky
The sky is beautiful.
It’s a cloudless day,
warmth is spreading,
and the sun is the color of hay.
It’s a rainy day,
I’m stuck inside,
avoiding the tide
of rain.
Dawn and dusk are two separate things,
but in their own way the same.
Same colors,red, orange, yellow, pink.
All painted across the sky,
like splatters of paint,on an easel.
Mia C, Age 11, Y 7, Palmerston North Intermediate Normal School
Amadeia D, 10 years, Kaurilands Primary School
Hammock view
Blue patches
between black branches
Silhouette
of little leaves
Birds sing
harmoniously around me
Sun beaming
through a crooked web of mānuka
My eyes close
and I dream
of blue patches
between black branches.
Sylvie W, age 7, Ravensbourne School
Clouds
Clouds
drifting
over
my
head
My ears adjusting
to the sound
of the birds
The wind blowing
through my hair
Leo, age 5, Ravensbourne School
Haiku
The sky of wonders
Infinite array of clouds
Blue, green, hope not grey.
Edward A, age 10, Grey Lynn School