A record number of poems arrive for the moon challenge. The moon is a really popular thing to write about. I love it because it is both beautiful and mysterious.
And such good poems. It was really hard picking just a few so I have picked just a few more than just a few as they were so good and all so different.
A number of classes sent a bundle of moon poems. Wonderful!
Congratulations if I picked you this time. If I didn’t, do have a go at another challenge.
I am sending books this time to Sophia, Ansh, Razan and Clara but every moon poem sent in deserves a book.
The moon is a big albatross
on the lookout.
The moon is
red as blood.
The moon sets
the sky on fire.
Sophia M (year 3) Russley School
The moon is an orb glowing big and bright.
This is the beautiful thing I see at night.
The big mysterious white circle in the sky.
It’s in the sky, up so high.
Ben H Age 11, Year 7, St Peter’s School
It feels like
or my lunch…
on a string
(with tomato sides).
By Clara M Age 8 Ilam School
The moon is a pounamu ring
worn by one of the Gallipoli men.
It is a beaming flashlight
flickering through the night.
It is a memory
dragging me back to my Loved Ones.
Raevyn H (year 7) Russley School
A full moon
A full moon is like you and me, one half for you the other for me
A full moon is like moon cheese, nom nom nom I love moon cheese
A full moon is like a dinner plate, with chocolate pudding and strawberry cake
A full moon is like you and me, together let’s have moon glee
Ansh 8 years Golden Sands School
Big white balloon
shining at night
floating in the sky
Fin C 11 years old Yr 7 St Peter’s School
Space has a silver sliced peach that floated away from the sun
it turned cold and froze, it became our moon
there was a clear view of earth from that ancient peach
it was where aliens watched it rolling around
they wonder if we see them as they see us
I wish I had a telescope, a shining metal tube
I wish to see Jupiter and explore space,
to ask people as many questions
about things I am interested in
or to find out myself.
Izak K Y6 Russley School
Monstrous ball of grey marble
Oh you spin and spin around our planet
On and on you go growing and shrinking between your phases
No more of you until it falls nighttime my grey ball of marble
Nerissa 11 years old, Year 7 St Peter’s School
Up high the moon smiles,
glow sticks on its face,
the crystal ball that
predicts the future,
of the day to come.
Up high there’s a torch,
and a banana,
slowly but surely,
orbiting the Earth.
Up high sometimes it’s
full, sometimes it’s half,
sometimes it’s empty,
each day it changes.
Up high there’s a moon,
so far, yet so close.
Ewen W aged 12, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch
I stare up at the moon,
Shining in the night.
I think of Lola,
Looking up at the same moon.
Miles and miles away.
Across the ocean.
But it’s still the same moon.
The day I left,
We made a promise,
To send our messages for each other,
To the moon.
To talk to each other.
I listen hard.
I make myself nothing.
I miss you Freya.
Echoing through the night.
I call back,
Thinking with all my might,
I miss you too, Lola.
I hope she gets my message.
I hope the moon will hold my message for her,
Until her night-time.
Isis W 12 Years old Year 7 Selwyn House School
The sun inhales it’s final breath
The moon grabs it’s first breath
The ball of rock lights your way
Mysterious yet delightful
The moon will always be watching you
By Ted 8 years Golden Sands School
The moon is a sad face
shining light down to us
The moon is a yellow banana
It is a rugby ball
flying through the stadium
The moon spins really fast
The moon shining silver shadows
on the world
Josh T. (year 4) Russley School
a rock in a lagoon,
before she rose into the sky,
and became something
we all admire
shining through with her angelic halo
through the shadows
with her beautiful silvery glow.
Imogen C, aged 8. Homeschooled
I stand next to the tide,
on the beach,
and stare up to the stars.
I reach out my hand,
thinking that it’s close enough,
but in my mind i know it’s far.
Out from the fog,
out from the shadows,
appears a circle of light.
A constant globe of beauty,
ghostly and mysterious,
that appears at night.
My name is Razan, I am Year 7 and 11 years old, I am from St Peters