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Some of my favourite small poems

Wow! What a lot of small poems arrived in my email box from all over New Zealand.  Thank you! I could tell you all loved playing with words for this challenge.

 

Remember  … poetry is all about P L A Y

and there are no set  R U L E S!

 

It was so hard picking a few to post because I loved them all. So inventive, so musical, so imaginative, so thoughtful, so image-strong, so mysterious, so moody, so chewy, so GOOD to read.

I have tried to pick a bundle of poems that are all different!

I will send a book to Olevia and Lily Jean at Richmond Road School and Bhumi at Marshall Laing Primary School. Remember this is a challenge to spark your writing not a competition – and I just share a few books each time because I love sharing books.

 

You might like to look back at my Gecko post and hunt for the two secret challenges.  I have two Gecko books to give away (thank you Gecko Press!). I WON’T BE READING YOUR POEMS UNTIL MAY, so if I were you, I’d wait to send them and read them again. Listen to your poem after a week or so and see what needs changing.

 

Tomorrow I will post the April/May challenge.

 

S o m e      s m a l l      p o e m s:

 

 

The Moon
A single
light shines
in the
pitch black,
night sky

Emily, age 12, Year 8, Selwyn House School

 

Koru
Slowly growing and uncurling,
An artwork in itself

Finn, Ilam Primary School Year 6 Age 10

 

My Snuggly

My snuggly

Has as many

Holes as a minefield

And red strings

Hanging from the corners

Like balloon strings.

William Age: 9 years Year 5, St Andrews College, Christchurch

 

Family Tree

Your
family is
like a tree.
Our branches
grow in
different
directions, our
roots remain
as one.

Lily-Jean  age 10 Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School

 

Fire

As hot as burning ash.
As wild as an erupting volcano.
The smell is like burning rubber.

Silvano  Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School

 

 

The horseshoe

Rusted into darkness

Slowly fading, flaking off piece by piece

metal dying.

Jenna Year 7, St Andrew’s College

 

 

Sunset

One day I

was staring at

a river, then

the Sun shone

into my eyes.

Tilly, age 8, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

 

 

Just Wondering…

I wonder

If on the tundra

You need a bandana

Like on the savannah?

 

I wonder

If a tundra

Is a savannah

In disguise?

Gemma  L Age 11 Year 7, Adventure School

 

 

Moa

A
bird
with
no
wings
that
cannot
fly.
A
bird
with
no
tail
that
stands
so
high.

Jada  Samoan unit at Richmond Rd School

 

 

Moonlight

The moon looks at his river reflection. He frowns.

By Ruby Age: 8 years, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

 

 

Snorkeling Bay

Under the sea
I watch a hoki
polish a paua shell
until it shines like stained glass.

Joshua 12yrs Medbury School, Christchurch

 

 

 

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My Cat Moose

A ragdoll named Moose,
asleep on the couch.
Outside it’s a bright sunny day,
rolling this way then that,
a mixture of white and
grey.

Sofia N, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School

 

 

The Jumping Door

A door jumped up the hill
It ripped over a rock
That sent it
Into the air.

 Brian H, 6 years, Ilam School

 

Summer

Light
breeze. Palm
trees. Waves roll
in and
out.

Rita P, Year 6, Age 10, LS7 Westmere School

 

The Rain
The rain
pattered loudly
on the
roof all
night. Now
we awake
to the
sun shining
bright.

Emily Cox, Selwyn House School, Age: 12 Year: 8

 

 

The arrival of night

Wave of night
Light so slight
Stars’ bright rays
Not to stay
Day comes again
Night’s at its end

Frank Age: 10  Ilam School

 

 

The Fall

Shoe.
Shoe lace.
Shoe lace race.
Trip, fall,
Chase.

Hugo M, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School

 

 

Mountain Sunrise

The golden, pink sunrise,
creeps up behind the mountain,
making the snow, gleam pink.

Kate Gourley Age: 11 Year: 8, Selwyn House School

 

 

Winter

Slippers.
Bone-chilling dark.
Snow, skiing, scary.
Casserole, duvet,
sleep.

Stan U, Year 6, age 10, Westmere School

 

 

Light

As the
shining light
creeps through
the leaves,
I wake.

Honor age 9, Selwyn House School

 

 

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Jasmine, Age 10, Gladstone School

 

 

 

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Daniel Age 8, Year 4, Adventure School

 

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By Bhumi, age 9, Year 5, Marshall Laing Primary School

 

 

Whizzing

Whizzing,
over a bump
Soaring,
through the air
Landing,
into
the pond
SPLASH!!!

Paris T, 12, year 8, Carmel College.

 

 

Autumn

Leaves.
Falling leaves.
Gold falling leaves.
Crispy leaves…
Autumn.

Indiko K, Year 6, Age 10, Westmere School

 

 

The Tree

Minty green leaves,
Flutter in the wind,
Falling onto the grass.

Sina, age 9,  Fendalton Open Air

 

 

My Pillow
Fluffy and soft
to sleep
drifting off

By Aimee B Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School

 

 

Horses
They trot and plot
in vigorous ways
they run and eat
all through the day.

By Maddison W Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School

 

 

Ballet
twisting and dancing
in some ways they’re prancing.

By Ella K, Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School

 

 

Shooting Star
Woosh!
flying over the
sparkling sea
Then it was gone.

By Xanthee A Age 9, Year 5, Stanmore Bay School

 

The Shoes

The lace shoes shine bright where they stand

The emerald buttons beautiful as gold

Hopefully they’ll be found.

By Emily, age 8, St Andrews School

 

Tip toe

Howling wind
Dancing light beams
Trembling hands
Tip
Toe
Tip
Toe
Eerie silence disguising the night…

By Michaella, Carmel College

 

 

Sprinting

Sprinting, splashing,
Through the mud,

Slipping, landing,
Through the mud,

Rustling, crunchy,
Crispy leaves,

Drinking water,
From the streams.

Phyllis Age:12  Year:8 Carmel College

 

The Campfire

Fire flickered
Children shone with joy
Voices danced
Along with the night
The campfire would forever
Be in their hearts

Alex W Age: 12 Year Level: Year 8, Carmel College

 

Feelings

May sadness be less
and happiness be more,
but nothing but your dreams
sail through your door.

Olevia age 9 Samoan Unit Richmond Road School

 

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Autumn Poems on Poetry Box – a festival

So many wonderful Autumn poems arrived in my mail box – it was like a big mound of beautiful leaves to shuffle through.

With so many poems it was extra hard to pick a few to post – lots of wonderful poetry so I have made an Autumn festival of poems on the last day of Autumn. Poems can do so many different things!

 

Thank you so much for giving this challenge a go – just as winter is about to hit us.

I am sending Finn a book.

Please don’t feel sad if I didn’t pick your poem as I got so many it took all Sunday to read them and I have to leave out so many amazing poems. I will have told you what I loved about your poem in my letter to you. I am so happy there is so much poetry buzzing in schools and families.

 

Do try my new June challenge on Wednesday June 1st (tomorrow)!

 

A Small Boat

Sailing on the
deliciously warm
autumn days
when sunlight
dapples the sea

Finn P age 9, Ilam School

 

 

 

Leaves

The gentle leaves fall and flow

down from the trees.

They change to lovely colours,

like kakariki,

to kowhai,

to whero.

They float down to the grass.

I wish I could be a leaf.

Erena H Age 6 Year 2 Epsom Normal Primary

 

The Autumn Wind

the autumn wind is a crunchy cookie

the autumn wind is a soft pillow

the autumn wind is a bird singing

the autumn wind is a beautiful mountain

 

Maddy W  7 years old Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

 

The Autumn Wind

 

the autumn wind is my great grandad’s wrinkly face

the autumn wind is a bird playing F-sharp minor being played on the piano

the autumn wind is a tornado blowing leaves down form the sky

the autumn wind is a swaying, turning whirlpool

the autumn wind is a cyclone lost from a breeze of wind

 

Jack S 8  years old Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Windy Autumn

Crackle, crackle went the dry leaves as they bounced on the ground like they were on a trampoline.
I heard leaves making music as they crashed, crunched and clashed on to the ground like an enormous tom tom drum being beaten.
It made a sound like thunder.
I could see a crimson leaf swirling and twirling – twirling – twirling in the bright sunny morn. Leaves are memories floating down to be free.
I splash in pools of everlasting leaves.
Autumn, she blows the leaves.

Charlotte H 9 years 5 months, Year 5 Kohia Terrace School, Auckland.

 

 

Autumn

It is a dull autumn morning.

The sun is peeping out from the clouds.

Insects are hiding in the golden leaves.

The colourful leaves look like a carpet on the damp ground.

 

 Zihao L Year 4 Age 8 Epsom Normal Primary

 

Autumn Treasure

The amber colours,
flutter down like soft balloons,
my cat follows the hibernating hedgehogs,
I get ready for the cold,
the blanket of sunset colours falls over me.

Ruby T Age 8, Y4, Ilam School

 

 

The Caretaker

As the children leave school

he sneaks out of his shed

with a rake and lawnmower.

He ruffles the bushes

and attacks the grass.

He rescues the leaves

and walks home.

His day is done.

Malo G 8 years old Fendalton Open Air School

 

Autumn Poem
Soft breeze pushing amber
Down to the lime green grass.
Popping candy pops
When I scrunch up
Scarlet red.
Twirling ballerinas
Falling to the ground.
Soft breeze
Pushing me away
From the beautiful leaves.
Oh, I love Autumn.

Abbie M, 8 years,  Year 4 Ilam School, Christchurch

 

 

Autumn

The brown leaves

smell like sweet cinnamon

and are as crunchy

as a twig.

Light red leaves

slowly fall.

The ground is as bumpy

as a potato chip.

Trees are wet and bare.

William S  8 years Year: 4  St Andrews College, Christchurch

 

Falling Autumn Leaves

When I stepped out down came an autumn leaf

and landed swift and sound

with all the others,

all the autumn leaves in their many colours,

I watched in wonder.

By Lachie M 8yr Year 4 Mairangi Bay School, Auckland

 

Fire Red, Deep Brown, Pale Yellow

The Autumn leaves whirl around
like a hurricane in the chilly weather.
They have colours like fire red,
deep brown and pale yellow.
The trees, bare to the brim
are covered in sharp twigs.
It is as cold as ice.
My fingers are becoming numb
and my lips are turning blue.

Meg S, 9 years old, Year 5, Saint Andrew’s College, Christchurch.

 

Moonlight Autumn

In the sun of the Moonlight

I lay on the grass

with seven fireflies around me

I stand up and let the wind go by

I stand and say goodbye to Summer

and hello to Autumn after midnight

Seven minutes pass and I’m still

not tired.

 
Max Wilson Aged 6 Ilam School

 

 

Autumn

Leaves fluttered down.

Trees blow in the wind.

They look like a skeleton.

Crunching like a ball of fire.

Maddie  Age 8  Year 4 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Autumn

Old ugly branches hung

like bats in their cave.

Bald tree

with curved witches nails.

The wind blew

like a tornado.

Leaves like red flames.

A nosy fantail followed me

for food.

 By Soverin T Y5 age 9 Russley School Christchurch

 

 

Autumn Wind

The autumn wind is a blowing circus.

The wind is like a tsunami.

The autumn wind is a rumbling tummy.

 

Nicholas T Age 7 Year 3 Pāpāroa Street School Christchurch

 

Fall

It’s getting darker now

My friends and I discuss in hushed voices

About how were getting ready to fall

When mother tree tucks us in

I dream about a world on the ground

By Daisy-Jane Lowe, age 11yrs Russley School

 

 

Autumn

An innocent pile of leaves,

Drying in the morning sun.

The red-brown colours,

Fluttering in the crisp air.

The pile shifts,

Ever so slightly.

Then,

Rah!

Out jumps my brother.

With damp leaves in his hair.

Isis W 13 years old Year 8 Selwyn House School

 

Autumn

Thin old leaves

hang like a wrecking ball

on the end of a chain.

 

A curved purple leaf

quivers

on a thick brown branch.

 

A bald Silver Birch

stands like the Statue of Liberty

a leaf stem

as long as a baby snake.

 

Saffron leaves

like a bowl of nachos.

 

A game of rugby on a freezing icy day,

getting thrown on the ground

walking home with dirty legs.

 

By Gustavo D, age 10yrs, Russley School

 

I Love Autumn

I love the nice and cool autumn breeze

The way it raps its cold fingers around my knees.

I love watching the leaves get blown around

Down, down towards the ground.

I love the sound of the whispering trees

Moving back and forth as they please.

I love the taste of boiling hot stew

Waiting for winter to come to you.

I love the smell of sweet apple crumble

As soon as I see it, my tummy starts to rumble.

I love the feel, taste, sound, smell and sight.

I love autumn, but try as I might

I can’t find a way

To love winter in this way.

By Paige M West End School

 

 

 

Autumn

The sun peeked behind the dead trees.

Wind raced around the place.

Leaves float gently down to the ground.

Ella X Year 4 8 years old Epsom Normal Primary

 

The Autumn Poem

Leaves, crackling, gold,

like a crunchy bar. Branches,

brown, thin, like an old man’s arms.

Leaves, quivering, hanging off.

Me and my friends play

rugby union at school, I hear people

yelling from the side line, I have

dirt on my legs and I’m laughing

and I have butterflies in

my stomach.

by Makenzy M, age 10 Russley School

 

My Little Autumn Tree

My little Autumn tree,
Stands strong and tall beside me.
Flaky branches reaching high,
Fingertips just scraping the sky.
The early morning frost makes you shiver,
But the warm fiery sun makes you shimmer.
Your crisp golden leaves twinkle and twirl,
And in the wind the whirl.
But my little Autumn tree,
What happens when your leaves begin to flee?
For they leave you all alone,
Cold and bare to the bone.
You watch them fly away,
Day after day.
Scattered beneath you,
Slowly drifting far away.
But don’t worry my little Autumn tree,
You’ll always have me.

Amy B Opaki School Age 12

 

Autumn poem

Leaves fall

slowly to the cold ground.

 

Red, orange, yellow everywhere,

not a drop of green in site.

 

Running through the colourful

crunching leaves, jumping

in wet leaf mountains.

 

Sleeping in warm toasty bed,

when the fire is out.

 

Waking up to a cold damp morning, ready for a new day.

 

Jenna L Age: 12 School: Opaki School

 

Leaves

brown, old and ugly

like a witch’s nose

crunchy like stale bread.

 

Branches,

bumpy like a climbing wall

swerve like big waves.

 

Leaves, red like a mad man

orange like juice

yellow like hard cheese.

By Bridget Egan, age 10yrs Russley School

Where has Rangitoto gone? some Auckland fog poems

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It is so WILD in Auckland I can’t see anything but GREY so when I came across this email from a teacher at Ignatius Primary School I decided to post their fog poems.

Meanwhile I busy reading all your fabulous Autumn poems and it is going to be SO hard to pick some to post on Tuesday as they are all so wonderful.

Great job Year 3! I loved reading these.

 

 

Can’t see far into the trees

Smells damp and wet

Tastes like little drops of water

Dogs, cats and people look like ghosts.

By Hamish

 

Windy like a storm coming

Wet and sticky, misty clouds all around

Feels like water, cold and wet.

Looks like ghostly shadows

and misty clouds,

Tastes like salt

Things in the distance

Big and bad tiger

Dark and hard to see

Sloppy like a frog

Wobbly like unbalanced people

Can’t really catch it like a fly.

Looks like lots of clouds

Stops you from seeing,

dark and hard to see like a black cat.

By Niamh Year 3

 

FOG……. Blank, blurry,

can’t see anything

Quiet, still,

reminds me of Halloween,

GHOSTS!

and creepy otters.

By Alex Year 3

 

Wet and sticky

Like a big cloud around you,

It’s a shadow from a distance

You can’t see anything when it’s foggy.

You sometimes need to turn your lights on when you’re driving in the car.

By Orla H. Year 3

 

Everywhere clouds

Wet, misty, foggy shadows in the distance

Salty, quiet, cloudy, plain.

Soggy sweating people,

Mash-pea soup.

Smells a bit funny, ghosty, cold

Frost, hard to see

Grey, snow flaky,

Thick or thin

By Olivia Year 3

 

Thick and damp

No shadows anywhere

Making the street quiet

Tastes like dirty water

Misty everywhere

You can see nothing

Wet and cold

Making things invisible

By Chris Year 3

 

I love Rosie the cat!

Today I had a fabulous time at St Kentigern’s School doing poetry workshops. The Year 0 -1 students made up a bunch of poems  with me and I especially like this poem. It was such a good day, now I need to go and curl up like Rosie and have a nap on the bed!

Thank you for a very special day.

 

Rosie

 

Brown cat

Fuzzy cat

Like a bear

 

Playing with toys

Playing with cotton balls

Likes to scratch

 

Wild cat

Sleeps inside

On the bed

 

Fluffy cat

Eats fish

And chips

Purrrrrrrr!

 

Y0 and 1, and a few pre-schoolers

Here are the winners from The Ruapehu Writers Festival Poetry Competition for Children

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While writers and readers filled the Powderhorn to the brim in Ohakune at the Ruapehu Writers Festival local children were writing poems.

I spent a fabulous morning visiting Ohakune Primary School, did a session with children at the festival and offered to judge a local poetry competition for children.

With so many of the poems singing the praises of the mountains, I felt I was right back in this beautiful location. That is what words can do – so thank you for making your special place sing.

I especially loved the poems that sounded good and that used strong detail. But poems can do anything!

My tip: Listen to every line as you write a poem!

I loved all the poems. It was very very hard to pick winners to post on the blog.

Congratulations if I picked you but I loved all the poems. You could try my monthly challenges on Poetry Box.

 

 

T  h  e       R   e  s  u  l  t  s

 

 

Years 1 to 2 I loved all these poems. They show you only need a few words to make something special! It was very very hard to choose. I read them all aloud to see which ones sounded extra good and which made an extra fabulous picture in my head.

First Place (Chase):

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Second Place (Paige):

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Third Place (Ariana):

 

 

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Years 3 to 4 I love the sound of Jaydah’s poem when I say it out loud. Short poems can be very sweet and this one is! Georgia has found some excellent words for a porridge poem. I felt like I was eating a scrumptious bowl of porridge. I really enjoyed the flow of Lawrence’s poem and the excellent choice of words.

 

First Place (Jaydah-Lee):

 

Athletics Day

Zooming down the track.

Jumping like a kangaroo.

I threw a shot-put.

Jaydah-Lee Ioannidis, 7, Year 3-4, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

Second Place (Georgia):

 

Porridge

Porridge

Hot milk

Bubbling slimy gloopy

Sticky stiff thick sweet

Steamy banana creamy

Sweet yummy

Porridge

Georgia Gowland-Douglas, 7, Year 3-4, Ohakune Primary School

 

Third Place (Lawrence):

 

Athletics Day

Running fast, puffing.

Hot and sunny at the high jump.

Zooming down the track.

Lawrence Reyes, 7, Year 3-4.

 

 

 Years 5 to 6 Some of these poems are full of energy and some are very quiet. I love the way Joshua’s poem flits across the page like running water. It has great details and great music. I love the way Maraea’s poem uses repetition and plays with how many words go on the line. I love the simplicity of Kodo’s poem and the surprising ending. It was too hard to pick in this category I have posted two extra Highly Commended poems. Both show a great use of rhythm and terrific detail.

 

First Place (Joshua):

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Second Place (Maraea):

 

River Swimming 2016

As I stepped onto the gooey rock,

it felt as if I was going to slip over.

 

I leaped in the freezing cold river

cold, cold, cold.

 

Swimming over to the black wet rope

it felt like I was climbing a big mountain of moss.

 

Splashes every now and then.

Splash!

Smack!!

That looks painful!

Maraea Buckingham Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

 

Third Place (Kodo):

 

Dashing through the rapids

 

Dashing through the rapids

snowy, white crystal, clear water

over rocks we go

whistling everywhere.

Whio whio over there,

not here we’re not everywhere.

 

Kodo Drayton Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

Highly Commended (Jorja):

 

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Highly Commended (Hunter):

 

Blue Duck

I’m blue duck

swimming in the river.

 

Rapids are quick

but I can handle it.

 

I can blend in

with the rocks and the river,

so humans can’t find me.

Hunter Anderson Year 5, Ohakune Primary School

 

 

 

Years 7 to 8 These poems show how you can take the same subject and come up with such different results. I love the repeating lines in Keri and Kiana’s poems and the strong detail. They have chosen a great pattern.I like the use of the alphabet to frame the poem in Hayley’s. Another interesting pattern for a poem.

 

First Place (Kiana):

 

I Am Ruapehu

I am beautiful and scenic

I wonder if I could walk around

I hear the song of a jaybird

I see the sky a touch away

I want my snow never to melt away

I am beautiful and scenic

 

I pretend I am covered in a white lace veil

I feel the the cars tickling my toes

I touch the clouds

I worry my insides are blistering hot!

I cry when summer comes

I am beautiful and scenic

 

I understand my snow must melt away

I say I have a breathtaking life

I dream for a bluebird day

I try not to erupt

I hope to one day see the world

I am beautiful and scenic

Kiana Little, Age 11, Year 7, National Park School

 

Second Place (Hayley):

Ruapehu

As I ski down the freezing cold mountain the Beautiful blue sky above me.

Courageous ski patrol people, Doing racing. Enjoying the snow, having

Fun, Getting cold, Horrible crashes, Icy slopes as the skies scratch the ice,

Jumps, Kind people helping others out. The Crater Lake, what a beautiful

sight, Many people go there every day, No one sad Or mad, People love

Mount Raphehu. Skiers Quickly ski down the mountain, Rocks cover the

mountain in the summer, Snow shimmering in the distance, To many

people at times, Unbelievable, Views, Wonderful slopes, Xrays are often

needed, Yummy food is provided at New Zealand’s highest café, Zig zaggy

slopes are the only way to go.

 Hayley Church, Age 12, Year 8, National Park School

 

Third Place (Keri):

 

Ruapehu

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

I wonder if the snow will ever disappear

I hear skis crunching on ice

I see white fluffy snow everywhere

I want to never leave this wonderful land

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

 

I pretend I am riding horses when I ski

I feel the sharp sting of the cold

I touch the freezing snow and cold rocks

I worry for when the summer comes

I cry, no longer when I crash

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

 

I understand now that winter has to end

I say snow is amazing

I dream that I will eventually win a race

I try to win at ski races

I hope I do win one day

I am in love with Mt Ruapehu

Keri Baker, Age 12, Year 8, National Park School

 

 

Thank you for this wonderful chance to reach a whole bunch of poems from Ruapehu District. I loved it!

 

 

 

 

Some favourite playful poems

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Oscar, aged 8, Red Beach School

 

What a fabulous lot of poems arrived in the month of March.

All I challenged you to do was to play with words.

I have picked some favourites but please try my April challenge if you missed out this time! I loved them all!

I am sending  a book to Daniel and Rylee.

I love the way some poems are short and are some are long!

 

Thank you!

 

My Dream Summer

Up comes the sun

Fresh breeze,

Summer smell,

New day

 

Swimming in the ocean

Splashing,

lobster catching,

Sand castle building

 

Down goes the sun

Stars come up,

Wrapped in blankets by the fire,

Toasting marshmallows

 

Up comes the moon

Stargazing,

Shooting stars,

Waiting for tomorrow
By Mika J, age 10, Gladstone School

 

New Bug

New Bug

Eats cake

When he’s hungry.

 

Bug sleeps

Under the bed

Growing old.

 

Old Bug

Living still.

Doesn’t have food.

 

Bug is on the verge of life

Under the bed

Ghastly pale.

 

Bug is dead

Under the bed.

Growing up is a New Bug.

 

By Emma N  Gladstone School

 

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Pieta, age 10, Y6, St Andrew’s Preparatory School

 

Deep Dark Caves
​Shadows moving,
As gloomy as a dark, dark cellar,
Echoes like spooky ghosts,
No light, pitch black,
Suddenly rocks start to shake,
Earth Quake!
Rocks and boulders start to crumble,
Your exit is blocked,
Your worst nightmare has come true,
What are you going to do?!

Megan S, 9 years old, St Andrew’s College.

 

From work to play!

At work

I earn my pork

Down at the port

Where I sort

Through all the soot

Until I put my timecard in the slot

 

At home I peek through the slat

And see a dragon I need to slay….

It’s my little boy, who’s been waiting for me to come home and play

 

Gemma (Age 10, Y6, Adventure School): I chose the words for my poem by doing a word play game.  I changed “work” 1 letter at a time until I got to “play”, and then I used all the words I made whilst doing that to help build my poem.

 

Work

Pork

Port

Sort

Soot

Slot

Slat

Slay

Play

 

 

My Floating Island

On my floating Island I have a Castle,

I am the King of the Island.

A mysterious liquid called water,

Flooded my luxury home.

I had to run fast,

Soon I was at the top of the Castle.

Stranded on my Island I swam a million kilometres,

And got to New Zealand,

And started to write this poem.

And now it is finished.

 

By Alexander F, Age 6,  Ilam Primary School

 

Bird

In the snowy mountains pockets of feathers
lie in the river-mouth.
oily wings
leak from
the moreporks above,
tiptoeing eggs
fall from the willows.

Rylee 8 years St Andrew’s College

 

Meeting the Writer

The trees are still by the rocky beach as an old man gazes far and wide

I ask him “what you doing?”

A muffled whisper comes out with his breath

His pencil started squiggling upon the full square moon

As I read I floated away to many magnificent fantasy places

As I slip here and there pictures and ideas I’ve never had spring up in my head

Until the wind stood still and I realised I was stuck until the old man slumped back

Help! Help! Help!

Sophia D, age 8, Y4, Ilam School

 

Dear X-Reader

I am the crumpled up newspaper you threw in the bin last Friday.

And I have some questions for you!

Why didn’t you read me!

You just chucked me out.

I could’ve done some good for the world.

So I made a list of everything I could have been…

I could have been a fire starter, recycling, which is what I really wanted to be, a rocket, for your son, or a paper airplane!

See there are heaps of things I could have been.

But of course, You didn’t let me!

So now you know my  questions I expect an answer.

Yours NOT sincerely,

The crumpled up newspaper you threw in the bin last Friday.

​Erica B, Year 8, 12 Year old, Selwyn House School

 

Astronaut

Other rockets land on the moon.
I walk over the moon bumps.
Salt drys my tongue
I struggle to breathe.
Enchanted stars pull me into a broad sleep.

 

Emily L, Y7, age 11, Selwyn House School

 

Midnight in New York
Bright lights
On till dawn.
Laughter of those
in the trance of the night.
The stars dance
around the Chrysler building.
Puddles of life.
The life of the night.

Xanthe M age: 9, Selwyn House School

 

Tsunami

I am a surfer
Making the ocean go wild.
Scraping my board across the water.
Suddenly the waves start curling around
Sucking in slicks of water
Building up with suspense over the back of me
Pulling over my head,
Then smashing on top of me.
I know this is the end.
The end of my town.
The end of my surfing style.
I start to close my eyes.

Mel L, Age 9, Selwyn House School

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Daniel L, age 7, Year 3, Adventure School

 

Hanglider

Gliding across the clear blue sky,
Looking down below,
Climbing through cracks and crevices,
Leaping from building to building.
I am a hang-glider,
I am a climber,
I am a daredevil.
Touching the clear blue sky.

By Kate W, age: 9, year: 6, Fendalton Open-air School

My favourite mood poems from this term-long challenge

 

What a great idea to give you a challenge to play with over a number of weeks. Mood poems are a challenge. I gave you lots of tips to give your poems strength.

 

I really loved the poems that used strong detail.

I loved the poets who had used their ears to check their lines.

I loved the poems that hid the mood for the reader to guess.

I loved the poems that played with words.

I loved the poems that told a little story.

I loved the poems that had a surprise somewhere.

I loved the poems that built a strong image and that image built a mood.

 

Here are some of my favourite poems. I loved reading them all. Some needed a bit more editing with your ears and eyes. I did challenge you to write a suite of poems (or a class set) so I have mostly picked children who did.

This is not a competition but a challenge but I do like to spread books around. So I have a copy of The Letterbox Cat for Daisy (if you have it will find something else) and a book voucher for William.

 

Thank you so much for trying my challenging, especially the classes. I have picked one class to highlight in my next post but wow! You are all represented here as you all blew my pink socks off!

 

Quake Drill
Under desks,
Holding on,
Quake drill,
A deep gravely voice rang from the speaker,
Tummy summer salting,
Shaking like a steam train,
Crying,
Quake drill done.

Jenna l  Year 5, 9 years old Vardon School
elysia.gunn@vardon school.nz

 

Salty as the Sea

My tears

make salty streams

entering the house.

I run to my bedroom

and shut the door

as silent as a mouse.

My tears stream

down the stairs

and my mother

rings the bell.

Time for tea

my tears

salty as the sea.

 

Hot as the Fire

My face grew hot as the fire,

My brother said it’s like a train,

He’s such an annoying liar.

When I get to school

I suffered the boys in my class.

Two poems by Daisy A Room 6 Ilam School.

 

 

Stay Awake

I make people lie down

And relax like a dog

Or like a cloud.

I make them

Want to stay up

Till later

You can’t stop this mood.

 

I’m Red

When children get laughed at

This mood can strike.

Donkeys get this mood

And the mood makes them

Kick you hard.

This mood can make faces red

With a scared look on others.

 

Umm …

This mood makes children scared

That they will say something silly.

So they just don’t say anything

And if their parent is there

They will just hide behind them

And hold them.

Three poems by William Sherborne  Age: 7 years St Andrews School

 

The Rainbow of My Moods 

Red

Volcanoes in my stomach

Erupting in loud shouts

Fiery feelings fall from my head

Until the magma cools down

 

Orange

My words are mean

My mouth leaks with rudeness

I snap like a crocodile

Until things go my way

 

Yellow

Bouncing with joy

I light up

I think before I say

I feel like doing what the family wants to do

 

Green

Like an extra

Not needed

Annoyed

Wondering why I am here

 

Blue

Lacking energy

Disinclined to exert effort

Lethargic

Groggy

Low spirits

No enthusiasm

 

Indigo

My eyes turn everything into food

A book is a sandwich

A bouncy ball is an apple

A plate is a cookie

But my tummy still rumbles

 

Violet

I am the flat ocean

I am a tree with no breeze

I am peaceful music

And … asleep

 

Did you guess the moods?

Red = angry

Orange = snarky

Yellow = happy

Green = redundant

Blue = listless

Indigo = hungry

Violet = calm

Daniel Lovewell Age 6, Year 2, Adventure School, Porirua
Teacher Mrs Pepperell
dpepperell@adventure.school.nz

 

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Gemma Lovewell Age 9 Year 5, Adventure School, Porirua
Teacher Mr Mac: cmcmanaway@adventure.school.nz

 

Mood

Oh, Yippee!

Best day, ever!

Nothing could be better!

Let everyone know my feelings!

Oops sorry Mum, too loud!

Adrenaline rushing through my veins!

I love this feeling!

Who doesn’t?

Let’s go to the playground!

Oh, ok,

I’m still ecstatic!

Yea, cheerful,

Yes, I’ll set the table!

I’ll do whatever you say,

Anything!
Jessica A age 10 Gladstone Primary School Auckland

 

My Mood
My mood is a dog,
My mood is cat,
My mood is the bright sun shining.
My mood is a rainbow glimmering in the sky.

Ruby T, age 7, Year 3, Ilam School

 

Nothing here for me

Nobody,

Nothing.

Clouds blocking the sun.

Blue, black, white.

As alone as

the moon.

Shadows.

 

Elizabeth v W Age: 10 St Cuthbert’s College

 

Red Hot

Hot red cheeks

As hot as a fire

Awkwardly walking down halls

 

Charlotte W Age 10  St Cuthbert’s College

 

 

Raised Voice

Red,

covers my face,

growling like a bear.

explodes my brain, bang,

yelling, crying,

raised voice.

 

Lizzie H   Age 9 St Cuthbert’s College

 

Forever

Blue

everywhere anywhere.

Palms slippery,

my spine

like jelly wobbling,

internally alone

tip toeing, slowly, carefully,

spluttering

hiding,

for forever,

 

Lizzie H Age 9 St Cuthbert’s College

 

 

Fizzing Body

Yellow, jumping around,

Vibrating sweating sports playing.

Leopard fast as me,

Electricity runs through my veins.

 

Felicity Qin Age 9 St Cuthbert’s College

 

Uh Oh

Holding out the lollipop

Signs in

Cars zooming

Felling like it’s my first day of school.

 

Isabella C Age 9 St Cuthberts College

 

Alone

Shadows seem to follow,

in the dark of night.

Running away,

Nobody understands.

Defeated like deflated balloons.

Grey, black, white.

 

Elizabeth v W Age: 10 St Cuthbert’s College

 

When I’m singing

Rows and rows and children sitting on the exceptional stage
My heart was beating
I felt my adrenaline pumping
The stage felt like I was in a boiling hot oven
I could hear beautiful singing
There was a HUGE crowd in front of me
My family was very supportive
The funky monkeys in the spotlight
I could feel my legs shaking
I had a HUGE grin on my face

Name: Poppy P Year level: 5 Age: 9 School: Vardon School
Teacher: elysia.gunn@vardon.school.nz

 

Poem

Jumping around like a bunch of rabbits,
can’t help smiling,
wearing my special, white dress, above the knee with a white rose,
strap wraps around my body.

My friends arriving
Lots of laughing
Talking to each other
Chomping party food
Cake brought out
I hear my friends singing Happy birthday
eating cake
smoke coming from candles like smoke from a chimney.
 

Nisha 7 years old Vardon School
My teacher’s email is elysia.gunn@vardon.school.nz

 

Poem

Greasy butter polishing the popcorn,

large cup filled with lemonade,

this place is amazing

with all the action packed picture,

the seats are as a million pillows,

snacking on sweet and sour lollies,

they make my eyes squint,

this place is the best place on

a rainy day.

 

Dry, flavorous popcorn,

flat lemonade with too much ice,

what I’m watching is terrible,

the picture is rubbish,

“UGH”

my seat is so uncomfortable

someone’s kicking the back of my chair,

pulling chewing gum off my “NIKES”,

people chattering away I’m going to leave this place

I’m full of so much anger.

 

Screams Everywhere, I’m hiding under my jumper,

feels like they’re popping right at me

it’s like they are going

to pop right behind me,

I’ve spilt my drink and

popcorn everywhere,

I can’t stand this anymore.

Zachary Dew Year 8 Age: 13 Northcross intermediate    


The Best Time Of The Year

Frost creeping up the window making star like crystals

The smell of pine and the wind making a soothing whistle

I dive into fluffy white powder that feels soft like cashmere

I look up at the sky the snow crystallizing like a chandelier

Drinking hot cocoa in my comfy jacket

The snow covering the city like a huge white blanket

My nose and cheeks are rosy

Watching Christmas classics nice and cosy

Making yummy gingerbread houses covered with sweets

The holidays make everyone so upbeat

Presents under the tree

Make the kids squeal with glee

Ngaire L Year 8  Northcross Intermediate Sabine Brooke biniebrooke@gmail.com

 

Cowering In The Corner At Night

Cowering in the corner at night,

Shadows dance against the walls,

Where is it?

I know It’s here.

 

It’s up on the bunk bed,

It’s here, I can hear it,

I lean into the wall,

I can sense it.

 

It’s coming to get me!

From under the Bed!

Close my eyes, here it comes,

Cowering in the corner at night.

Willem C Age 10 Gladstone Primary School

 

Ants in my Pants
In the moment,
I think into the past
the present
and the future,
buzzing,
jumping on the tips
of my toes.

I find a smile
appear on my face,
a smile
nothing can wipe,
I try to stop it
but it only widens.

My heart flops
on its face,
my breath quickens,
a fist pump,
a jump,
ants in my pants!

During the weekend I traveled to West Auckland (Henderson) for the Future Problem Solving nationals.
http://fpsnz.co.nz/newsroom

I had a great time topped of with a win which means qualification to the worlds in Michigan next year. I wrote this mood poem about how I felt….

By Ewen W aged 13, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch

 

 

 Nearly Bedtime!

Eyes drooping,

Floppy thinking,

Angry people,

Minds swirling,

Drowsy kids,

 

Nearly Bedtime!

 

Headaches coming,

Exasperated stomping,

Drained of any thought,

Sleepy children,

Drowsy ideas,

 

Yay!

 

Nearly Bedtime!

Ella E Age 10 Y5 Gladstone Primary School Auckland

 

 

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Jasper St Peters School Cambridge

 

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Rory St Peters School Cambridge

 

 

A Blue Feeling
I stared out the window looking
At the dark and miserable clouds
At the same time, I glared
At the rain falling onto the
Ground with the others coming with them.
They reminded me of the time
When my great grandfather died of old age.

The Pink Flowers

The pink flowers
On the field,
Danced together with the wind
Elegantly and gently,
As though it was conducting a show.
And as the endless show lasted continuously,
Something flashed in my heart.
I remembered the time
When my sister was born 2 years ago.

The Green Swivelling Leaves
As I lay down in the shade,
Peacefully and quietly,
I closed my eyes
And thought of all the times
When it was like now.
I thought for a little while
Until I thought of something.
I remembered the time,
When I was at the beach,
Hearing the waves colliding into the sea shore.

By Akiko O 9 years old  St Andrew’s College

Maybe:

Happiness

It strikes over me like lightening
It’s always happiness, it’s never anger
Its love to feel it, its hatred to not
The world depends on it
If it is gone the world is tumbled

Lily E, 8yrs, St Andrews Preparatory
Above
A shadow
looms over me
like rain clouds
over a city.

My hands tremble
violently
like lips in
a stutter.

My eyes search
for an exit,
ice in
a desert.

My heart beat rides
a tsunami wave,
rising as it nears,
the land.

My head is positioned
straight like a china doll
awaiting what it is
above me.

By Ewen W aged 13, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch
Email-alison.coats@fendalton.school.nz

Mood poem (1)
Grey, black, very stormy.
Pink, yellow, lots of fun.
Purple, blue, with their stories filled with sadness.

Mood poem (2)
Blue, sad, stories that are never ending.
Yellow, happy, a number of fairy tales.
Pink, glowing, watch it all light up,
green, fun, play all day,
purple, calm, see it fade…

Name: Frances Age: 8  School:Fendalton Open Air School
Poem

On the floor, the floor so cold

Lies the bones, the bones so old

The moss creeps through the sewer grate

The rats pour out and seal your fate

The putrid smell burns your nose

Through a crack a thorn bush grows

Behind the door of solid iron

They will never hear your crying

The lock is tough, you’ll never crack it

It can be heard, the shout of static

The shackles are cold on your wrists

You struggle free with a twist

Through the bars you see a ray of light

Then down goes the sun and outcomes the night

The drip in the corner is making you insane

Then you hear clank of a chain

You suddenly feel the worst of pains

Then your skull cracks open and outcome your brains

The grey stone floor is now drenched in blood

Your lifeless body drops with a thud

The floor now has a new set of bones

Lying on the old, cold stones

 

Ben H Year 7 11 Years old St Peters Cambridge

Zaanac@stpeters.school.nz<mailto:Zaanac@stpeters.school.nz>

 

I. Eruption

It is so frustrating
I want to punch the wall
And stomp in heavy boots
All the way down the hall

II. Complete

Sometimes I want to do this
And I just don’t know why
I just want to jump up
Very very high!

III. Frozen

I run
I hide
I panic
I just can’t
calm
down

IV. Drooping

A tear
Dripping
down
my
nose
I know
It is not
going
to be a
good day

Finn Pearce, Year 4, Age 8, Ilam School, Kerrin Davidson Creative Writing Teacher