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My favourite poems that sound good from your April challenge

In April I posted tips and challenges on writing poems that sound good.

Thanks for sharing! I loved reading them and saying them out loud.

I really like the way these three poems use sound differently.


Trinity plays with different line lengths so her poem sounds so good.

Vesper has worked on the flow of words so her poem flows beautifully. I love the way the word ‘slicing’ jumps off the line. And the word ‘shines.’  This poem gave me shivers on my skin as I read it. It starts with sound and then builds a picture.

I love the way Daniel and Gemma, brother and sister, wrote a poem together about their grandfather. I think repetition really adds to the sound of the poem beautifully. It is like a little grandfather chant.

I am sending a book to Vesper. If you missed out this time I am posting a new challenge tomorrow (the first day of the month!).



The Forest 

The light shines through the leaves like blades,

slicing through the night air.

I lie in my tent,

I hear the wind howling through the leaves.

I see Vesper the evening star,

watching over the city, and me.


by Vesper W Ilam School (Rm 7, age 6)

Vesper told me that ‘Vesper’ is another name in Latin and Greek mythology for evening star and that it also a name for evening song for evening prayers. How wonderfll is that!


Who is he?

Who is Ganga?

He is tall

Someone to look up to

His hair fuzzes around his ears

And his face shows smile lines

He is kind

Kind of wonderful

Speaks beautiful big words

Like a walking, talking book

He is my Ganga


Who is My Grandad?

He is an armchair Olympian

An awesome team player

Who knows every team

A warrior of words

Crosswords quiver when he picks up his pen

Cruising through retirement

Cruising round the world

Leaving one foot on each tide of the Tasman

He is my Grandad


Who is he?

He is grandfather, father, uncle and husband

He is friend, neighbour and mentor

He is strength, courage and wisdom

He is who we need him to be

He is


By Gemma (10) and Daniel L (6) Adventure School, Porirua



Here goes

Dip the paintbrush in the blue

First stroke

Create the waterfall and river outline


New colour

Dip the paintbrush in the brown

Second stroke

Create the cliff and sky outline


Detail time

Get another shade of light blue

First blend

Blend the two different blues together


More detail

Get another shade of dirt brown

Second blend

Blend the two different browns together

Trinity Age 10, Year 6, Gladstone School

My favourite Spring poems – last challenge of the term!

It feels like Spring, but it has also felt like Winter in September!

I see lambs frisking on the way to beach and daffodils stretching to the sun,

but we are still having fires!



Lots of Spring poems with lots of Spring detail! Hard to choose just a few. I am sending a copy of my book The Letterbox Cat and Other Poems to Zachariah.


Working in the Spring Sun
Golden grass,
baked by the sun,
daisies and flower weeds
springing through cracks,
I watch and take part,
work to be done,
only to rebuild what,
my father broke
in the spring sun

Emily  H  11, Selwyn House School



A Golden Touch

A sprout of green

A golden spray of light

Pink flowers mixing to one

A painting of colour


A lemony scent

Sweet and perfect

Blossoming pollen

A mist of smell


A leathery swipe

A soft touch

A furry leaf

A golden touch


A call a lark

A song welcoming the new

A sweet rain dripping rhythmically


New life begins

Emma C Age 10, Year 6 Selwyn House School


Orange, yellow and white.
The daffodils blow around in the glowing gust of wind.
I love spring.
Spring when the little animal babies are born.
I love the spring breeze.

Megan P 11 years old Year 7 Selwyn House School



Colourful flowers
Lush grass
Colours everywhere

Blossoms flowering
Shoots coming up
Breeze ruffling the trees

Getting warmer
Feeling happy
Dancing everywhere

Zachariah G is 6 years old



Signs of spring

Sun-like daffodils emerge from the cool earth with explosions of colour.

On the cherry tree, buds burst from the branches,

Chased by snow-white blossoms.

The washing flaps in the afternoon breeze,

Tangling itself into sausage rolls.

Beware as young tui swoop above your head,

So close you feel their wing beats rippling in the air.

Hear the relentless mower buzz like a super sized bee

As it chomps the determined grass and pulverizes the never-ending weeds.

The birthday season has arrived.

Taste the sweet chocolate and the promise of picnics.

The garden is alive with the signs of spring.


By Gemma and Daniel L Adventure School


Ode to Spring


How we rejoice when you come

For you light up our land

Make the trees grow tall


You are our prize for making it through winter

You make our crops grow

Our lambs gallop through the grass you bring


You chase away the dark winter skies

Bringing out the sun and warmth


How we will cry when you leave us

Though summer awaits

Oh Spring oh beautiful Spring what would we do without you?

By Lucy  Age 11  Gladstone School


The finished picture poems have just arrived from Y3/4 at Fairburn School – wow! I adore them

As part of my visit, we did picture poems – as you know I love doing these myself.

You need your EARS and your EYES working hard! You could call these shape poems and you could call these concrete poetry but I call them picture poems.


a    p i c t u r e     p o e m    p l a n

First we went hunting for words to match the subject (as many as possible).

Secondly we made word patterns or word strings. We picked three words then made patterns with them to make word strings.

Thirdly we drew a quick outline of our subject.

Fourthly we picked where to put the words. Around the outline or fill the subject up! (You can’t do both).

Lastly we put the words in to make the picture.  You can draw in little details. You can just use pencil or you can add a bit of colour in the details. Let the words make the picture though.


you can      g i v e    i t   a   t i t l e     if you like


Congratulations my Y3/4 writing group. I got goose bumps when these arrived in my email box. They look so good and they would be such fun to read aloud. How you read them is over to you.

As much as these are PICTURE poems they are SOUND poems.


I loved every one of them so it was hard picking a few to put on this post. You all worked so hard on these. A big thank you to the teachers who helped you to finish them.


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My favourite poems that invent a new form and a challenge!

This is such a fun thing to do and I loved the way so many of you took up my challenge to invent a new form for a poem.

I loved your creativity and stretching minds. We might try this again in Term 4.

Here are FIVE of my favourite poems. I really liked it when you explained the rules of your form for me. Thank you.

Some were by older children and a bit tricky and some were by young children and quite easy.


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try one of the FIVE  forms below and send to me by Thursday!

DEADLINE for your Form-Poem Challenge: Thursday September 24th (not long!)

Send to paulajoygreen@gmail.com. Include your name, year, age and name of school. You can include your teacher’s name and email.

PLEASE say it’s for the Form-Poem challenge. Put in the subject line of the email please.

I will post my favourites on Friday and have a book for a poet (Year 0 to Year 8).


I am sending a book on the haiku form to Aria. Here are the new five forms you can try:


Poetry Form: Sylladec
Rules Of Poem:
10 Lines
5 syllables for the first five lines
3 syllables for the last five lines

Japanese blossom,
petals fall like rain.
Following the path,
a babbling brook.
Storm clouds loom above,
bolts strike trees.
Lively fire,
burns like hell.
A retreat,
turned a threat.

Aria  C  Year 8   12 Years   Selwyn House School Christchurch

Note from Paula: I love this idea. It is a poem in two parts. Full at the start slender at the end. Really vivid language.



The Earthquake

The cat wanders.


Lost in the rubble,

Lost in the world.

The child lies.


Hurt from the quake,

Hurt from the fright.

The doll slumps.


Crushed in the commotion,

Crushed with her sadness.




This poem repeats lines that change a bit. Lots of repetition.

Family Floods

Floods, floods happen with no warning
Nepal is becoming poorer every day
Nepal has no villages any more
Lots of villages are gone now
We all get very very sick
All villagers are gone for ever
The Mud castle is gone now
I lay firm and still now
I lay just beyond the castle
I stay still and listen now
Nepal does not stand anymore now

Trinity P aged 7. St Andrews College Christchurch
Note from Paula: I really like the way the lines repeat and shift. Brilliant!



Extrapolation form

All verses have to relate

Has to tell of an event

3 Verses

4 Lines per verse

Line 1: 3 words – The *noun verb*.

Line 2: 1 word – past-tence verb.

Line 3: 4 words – start with the same word as line 2, determiner/pronoun/preposition x2, noun,

Line 4: 4 words – start with the same word as line 2, determiner/pronoun/preposition x2, noun.

Isis W  12 Year 7  Selwyn House School

Note from Paula: The form is brilliant as it has a stuttery feel like the tremors of an earthquake.



For  my Form-Poem I did numbers:

1. (Decide how many lines you will use) 9 lines
2. (Decide how many words will be on the line) 3 words per line
3. (Decide how many syllables will be on a line. Make a pattern for the poem) First word on each line has syllables 1,2,3,3,2,1,1,2,3
4. (Decide whether your form uses rhyme. Make a pattern using rhyming. Try using words that nearly rhyme) Rhyme is abccbaabc
8. (Give your poem a title) Wake
9. (Give your form a name) 33
It is called 33 because of: the words per line, syllables and rhyme (all three!). It is definitely a tricky tricky tricky poem !

When the sun
rises up high,
innocent birds clasp
well-defined beaks, rasp
chirping floats by.
The day’s begun
for almost everyone,
waking to find,
instantly, night’s passed.

By Ewen W aged 13, Year 8, Cobham Intermediate School, Christchurch
Note from Paula: This is a tricky poem and would be very fun to try. I enjoyed the end result and the rhythm the rules made.



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William S Age: 7 years Year: 3 St Andrews College, Christchurch

Note from Paula: I love the idea of a poem that moves like this. It changes the sound. Wonderful!

My favourite odes to things


So many poems about things. So many things coming to life in poems. Such  great detail. So many lines that sing in your ears.

Thank you so much for getting busy with poems about things. I loved reading them all but couldn’t post all my favourites. There so many! If you missed out this time do try my holiday challenges and all my Monday challenges next term.

I am sending a surprise book to William, Frances and Gryffin. Congratulations!



Ode to my teddy bear

I’ve had him

ever since I was born.

I sleep with him

every night.

He isn’t furry

any more

because I hugged

all the fur off him.

I called him teddy/ted.

He has cute outy ears

and little paddy hands.

Daisy,   Age: 8,  Ilam School



Ode To a Slide

Comes in all colours

And shapes,

Mostly found in playgrounds,

With all the swings

And other things,

Children climb my

Tarnished ladder

All the way to the top,

Then slide down joyfully

And do it all again,


They all leave me here,


By Fia R Age 9, West End School, Palmerston North




Ode to a Blackboard

Crisp black

in the manic classroom

having chalk

scraped across

its lifeless area,

just sitting there

staring at the students

next to the teacher,


kids take zero interest in me

because of the noise I make

if you dare to scratch me!


By Gryffin P, 10 years old in Y6 at West End School, Palmerston North


Ode to a Necklace

That necklace I wear
Under the moon
The way it gleams
Underneath my chin
Joy to that blinding glimmer
How it enchants that muddy old riverbank
to a mirror of light
And leaves patterns in the air
You can’t see them, but they’re there
Those hot summer roads
Become velvet pathways
Give praise to the necklace
That gives off that touch

Frances, 8 years, Ilam School


Ode to lunch box

When the bell rings

I only want you

My little red rectangle

I open you eagerly

Hoping for you to fill my taste buds

Thank you for your services

For the past five years

Will you come with me

For my two years at intermediate?

Thimeth, age 10, Ilam School, Christchurch


Ode to Hagley Park

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Finlay, aged 8, Fendalton Open Air School, Christchurch


Ode to Swimming

I praise swimming

because of the way

the water moves

from one side

to the other.


Because of how cold

and how warm

and how deep the water gets.


The way flippers help

with kicking in the water

and how fast

they let you go.


The way the flippers bend automatically.

The way the water reflects your face

so you can see

how you look.

William S, Aged 7, Year 3, St Andrews School


I Love Ponies

I love the smell of fresh clean ponies when they snuggle up to you,
Ponies are my love.

I hear the soft whinny when they come to see what you are doing,
Ponies are my love.

When they make the wind blow through my hair, when they let you do whatever they want on them,
Ponies are my love.

Lily, Year 3, Aged 7, St Andrews School

My sea poem inspired a young class at Ormond School to do their own sea poems. Wonderful!


My sea poem inspired sea poems from Ormond School in Gisborne.

You can read my poem here.

I loved their poems so much I have picked a few to post here. Thanks for sharing.




    A calm beach

    with a blue sea

    behind it

    and behind it

    is a horizon

    with black sand




    The waves are

    very cold

    and they are

    made of ice

    they are

    ice waves

    Ben A


    Frozen Waves

    The waves are big

    and they are frozen

    and it looks like

    a hill

    some of them


    it is very cold

    because it is icy



    Frozen Wave

    The frozen wave

    is like a tunnel

    it’s still

    and calm

    the white water

    is moving slowly

    on the beach




    Giant wave

    was icy

    and it was sticky

    it looked like





    The waves

    look like

    skateboard ramps

    slowly falling over

    the sea

    wrinkled hills

    it is slushy



    Fresh waves

    The frozen, icy

    fresh wave

    looks just like

    a slushy sea

    moving in the

    fresh wave

    and it looks

    all calm

    in a sparkling sea