The butterfly poems have been such as a popular challenge. Thank you so much for sending me poetry that filled my house with butterflies – it felt like they would lift off my screen and go flying because the language was so bright and lively.
I have a posted a few poems from all the schools – and it was so so hard choosing.
Just because I didn’t pick your poem doesn’t me it wasn’t AMAZING– I just tried to get a variety.
I am sending a copy of my book The Letterbox Cat to Leona.
AND I got such a gorgeous bunch of illustrated poems from Raumati School that will brighten your day I am going to post a cluster separately.
Do try my August challenge.
(if I haven’t replied to your poem let me know!)
light as feathers.
flies from place
She lands slowly
on a forget-me-not
My name is Leona K, 8 years old, Year 5, Selwyn House School
The Butterfly Artist
With her orange
and black wings,
the butterfly draws
the cherry blossom,
with a swan feather.
Runika, age 8, Year 4, Selwyn House School
Fragile wings shimmering
In the morning sky
Coloured as pink
as cotton candy.
Lucy Fraser, age 7, St Andrews Prep
The monarch butterfly
swoops down on
the sunny summer
day and eats a drop
of sugar and flies back.
Rose Age 9 Year 4 Fendalton School, Christchurch
In the summer sun
Their shiny wings
Glow in the sun
They are very quiet
Estelle Russell Age 7 St Andrews College Preparatory School
The Arrival of the Butterfly
hanging by a silky thread
crumpled wings straighten
delicate as rice paper
light reflects off
her metallic blue wings
fading away at
the blackened edges
flitting among the branches
like petals in the breeze
she lands on my shoulder
whispering secrets in my ear
Olivia L Age: 11 Selwyn House School
Gemma L, Year 8, Adventure School, Wellington
Daniel L, Age 9, Year 5, Adventure School, Wellington
I am a beautiful butterfly spreading my wings.
I can taste the sweet sweet honey that I suck up with my very own long straw,
I can smell the scrumdiddlyumptious nectar,
I can hear the thunder on a bad day as I hide under a leaf,
I can see the terrifying toad approaching me as I glide out of reach,
I can feel the petals on a flower as soft as silky silk.
Peggy N Age 9 Westmere School LS6
The butterfly is as delicate as a ballerina.
The butterfly is as strong as a an eagle.
The butterfly is as colourful as confetti.
The butterfly is as stunning as a rose.
The butterfly makes me feel happy when I look at it fluttering in the wind.
The butterfly cautiously dances in the breeze while avoiding a sly frog.
Butterflies are graceful, beautiful and strong.
I wouldn’t mind being a butterfly.
Maddie H Age 9 Westmere School LS6
A ragged butterfly head peeks out of a chrysalis
after the devastating earthquake
The lonely butterfly flaps its wings feebly
It glides,then lands on a rose
It sucks the delicious nectar
The graceful butterfly finds some others
and flies out of sight –
A sign of hope after the earthquake.
Aaron K Age 10, Fendalton Open-air School
Every warm summer day,
She spreads her pink wings,
To find some juicy nectar,
From a new yellow flower,
After a day of exploring,
She lays down on her leafy bed,
Thinking about what tomorrow brings.
Zian Age 10 Fendalton Open Air School
26th July 2018
Green leaves on green grass
A flap of a butterfly’s wings is the only sound
The moon is out
The sky is pitch black
Then a huge group of butterflies pass
Butterflies multicoloured too
Butterflies pass over my head
I go to sleep with a butterfly on my nose!
Amy Viles Age: 9 Fendalton Open-Air School
Butterflies flutter by,
like the fluttery buttery bugs they are!
skies so blue!
Poppy T, age 10, Kiwi Connection Hub Richmond Road School
The moonlight reflects on the butterflies wings,
The butterfly dances while the morepork sings.
The butterfly is as beautiful as the stars,
They fly, frolic having fun.
They dance in the night,
They dance in the light.
The ballerina of insects.
Florence S, age 11, Hub, Richmond Road School
Butterfly lays eggs
Underneath a leaf
The eggs are really small
The eggs are yellow
Red caterpillars wriggle
Feasting on food
Lie down on the leaf and sleep
Yet they wake up and start again
Xavier L, 9 years old, Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School
I am a Butterfly
I am a butterfly and I fly high in the sky
I also crystalise
So I can do some exercise
Sometimes I cry
Then I eat some pie
But I also lie
So I can eat some french fries
Then I apologise
Then do some more exercise
But I also say goodbye
Then I see a cat’s eye
And NOW I say goodbye!!!!
Siena S, 10 years – Samoan Unit, Richmond Road School
butterfly butterfly flying through the trees
butterfly butterfly flapping happily
butterfly butterfly pounced by a tiger!
butterfly butterfly narrow escape
butterfly butterfly lived ever after
Charlie J, Age 8, Fendalton Open Air School
Room 4 at St Francis School visited the butterfly exhibition at Auckland Museum and then did shape poems back in class. Here are a few: