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Poetry Box March challenge: Some favourite Through the Window Poems


Thank you so much for the bumper BUMPER crop of poems. It has taken me all day to read them. So many poems from Christchurch children this time!  I wanted to be able to post all your poems but it’s not possible. I have picked just a few (well this feels like a BUMPER post)so please don’t be sad if you missed out this time.

The most important thing for is to LOVE writing the poem.

I do hope you try my April challenge and the bonus challenges I have running all year.

All poems are like little windows because we look into them and get transported to so many different places. These poems especially so. Thank you young poetry fans.

I have a book for Michelle Z from Ilam School because KINDNESS is my word of the month. And a special thank you to the young poets at Three Kings School for making me laugh with your brilliant sense of humour.


I think this is a record post – so go hunting for the poem you love best!


Sunset Roses

Through Granny’s living room window,
the wild yellow and red roses
open like sunsets.
Bees fill their pockets with pollen.
Ants carry sugar grains
on their shoulders,
from the kitchen through
leaves and thorns to their nest.
In the dark tunnels of soil,
a little sparrow looks for lunch.
A fat yellow cat nudges
a yellow rose as if to say,
“When is it winter?”

Tom N 10 years old  Year 6 – Hoon Hay School/Te Kura Koaka

Through the window
Through the window is a river which leads you to a secret backyard.
Fish lead you under an cave,
taking diamonds to you,
gathering for a festival,
just for you.
Be kind and have fun,
is the most important thing,
Listen to the eel slither,
to give help to everyone,
for an awesome day, giving food,
and be the best
you can be.

Michelle Z, 7 years old, Y3, Ilam School, Christchurch


Through the Window


The iron fences are tangled together,

The old wood pile is slowly sighing,

The birds are licking their lips during cicada season,

A leaf’s face is wooshed by wind.

My view through the window

Louis H Age 9  Year 5   Three Kings School

Through my window I hear the sea crashing.
I see boats, the yellow shining sun.
Dolphins jump up and down all day long like kangaroos.

Maddy H, Year 3, 7 years old, St Andrews College, Christchurch


Through the window of the garden


Through the window of the garden

I can see swallows

Chirping, swooping, diving

Something is stalking them

But it’s black

How can that be?

It is midday

The garden is as green as the grass

A cat is in the garden

Stalking the forever swooping swallows.

Adele S, 9 years old, Year 5, St Andrews College, Christchurch


Through the window onto the pollution

I look through the window into the pollution palace.
The seagulls pluck at the rubber tyres
like animal rubbish sorters.
Ripping old muesli bar wrappers
to fill their empty stomachs.
The waves wash over
the beach leaving foam filled bucket
like a dog with a angry mouth.
Sweeping into the sea.
Filling the sea.
Destroying the sea.

Phoebe J, 10 years old, Y 6, Selwyn House School, Christchurch.


Through the Bedroom Window


Street lights flicker over the cars

Foam on the waves look like little ghosts haunting the ocean

I hear the wind pushing the clouds along the air

Stars open the dark sky

Saskia F, age 7, St Andrews College Preparatory School


Through My Night Window

Stars shine in the dark night

Stars dance as the cold wind blows

Stars twinkle

When the moon awakes

Lucy, age 8, Y4, Ilam School, Christchurch


A Window Of Wonder
I looked through the window and saw lots of stuff
like a big buff baboon sitting on a balloon.
And a huge fat cat that was stuck in a hat.
And a great white centipede that looked like Canterbury
with a great brown cow that went meow.
There was also a centaur that had a metal kettle on its hair
and a great white sea that looked like a bee.
With a dolphin with a hole in its shoe.
And lots of stuff that looked like a nut
like a brown caterpillar that was curled up around a colossal fossil.
With a cloud that had too many great cows
and a frog that bobbed up and down
with a huge lizard tail coming out of its hat.
there was also a clock that had been sent to the none clock land and back
with an iron figure that looked like a digger.
And also a bird with three wings.
I looked closer to see something staring at me
was it a cow or a meowing cowering hound.
That’s when I realized it was brussel sprout covered in an orange skin tan.

Then I stopped looking through the window and went home to explode with what I had just seen.

Leon  age 9 year 5 Richmond Road School, Auckland



A list for a bedroom window


Charlotte Kerr, age 7, year 3, Ilam school, Christchurch



Through the Window


The field remembers when it was covered in sea water,

The road says, “I need to take a rain shower, so I can be clean again.”’

Kids try to take the rocks of the rock wall – this hurts the wall,

House roofs sunbathe,

Trees give a high-five to the sun.

My view through the window

Rhys J, Age 9, Year 5, Three Kings School, Auckland


A Smorgasbord of Colour

  • Scenes from a restaurant window


The midnight blue sea stretches restfully

Embracing the black silhouette of another island

The night sky beckons me

To watch its amazing colours

Deepest blue

Fading to turquoise

Morphing into a brilliant orange

I see the endless horizon

Reaching out to greet the sky

As I watch

Darkness swallows the magnificent colours

Leaving an inky black void

Dotted with stars

Night has arrived

Daniel, Age 10, Year 6, Adventure School, Wellington


Through the Window


Rocks in the rock wall argue over who should get the comfy spot,

The gate is calmly waiting to be opened,

Birds perching in the tree gossip about the new turf,

New houses are showing off their new hairstyles,

The court is waiting to get it’s new turf dress,

The goal post is persuading the rugby players to kick the ball over its head.

My view through the window

Louie A, Age  9 yrs, Year 5, Three Kings School, Auckland


The Window

I open my window
It’s Midnight, pitch black outside
The wind swallows me, taking me on a adventure
I land on the beach
The hollow sounds welcome me
The waves collapses on the shore
I kneel down to touch the golden sand
All a sudden, the sand disappears into space
Everything vanishes
I close my window
My dream has come to an end.

Reham Y, Age: 9. Fendalton School, Christchurch


The cloud out the window
I looked out the weirdly, wobbling, window,
I saw a cloud that looked like a rainbow.
The cloud turned into an ocean,
The waves had a slow, wonderful motion.
Then the ocean turned into suntan lotion,
Someone handed me some ice cream,
It reminded me of a sun beam.
The cloud seemed to linger.
It was close enough to touch with the tip of my finger.
The cloud turned into a pair of feet,
I sat on my little green seat,
And listened to a musical beat.
Out the window, the cloud was now an eagle,
Somehow I thought it was a beagle.
That was all the cloud wanted to be,
I would have liked more, but I had to agree,
That was all the window let me see.

Wolf C 10yrs old Year 6 Richmond Road School, Auckland


The Stranger’s Storm


I’m lying on my bed staring through the window

Of my parent’s house

My home staring at the storm out the window

It’s as dark as the oil of the ocean

The lamp beside me gives barely any light

Then a loud cracking noise fills the silence

And light fills the room

Then as quickly as it appeared it disappeared.

Suddenly I see a lantern outside

And open the front door which is next to my room

When it opens, the storm stops

The stranger and their lantern are gone.

William S, 11 years old, Year 7, St Andrews College, Christchurch


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Phoebe Age: 8 Years Old Year 4  Ilam SchoolChristchurch


Through The Window Of My Telescope
Aerial pulses lighting up my night
Bright supernovas casing a rainbow storm
The black bang that could end it all
Like fireworks on steroids
The stars as cold as diamonds hanging onto every sound
A meteor supernova to large
The zero gravity screaming into my limbs
Until the stillness of a new world breaks through

Sylvie K, Age: 12, Selwyn House, Christchurch



Through the Arctic Window


I feel the Arctic breeze

I hear Huskies yap

Their owners tell them to stop

And give them treats before the snowstorm rages

Ben, age 7, Y3, St Andrews College Preparatory School


 Through the window


The cloud looks like a beaver.

The puffer fish from the sky is anxious.

The power pole is sunburnt.

The field is shaped like a fish.

   My view through the window

   Dana C Age 8, Y5, Three Kings School

The Crazy Window

I looked out of the reflecting window.
It was raining so everyone I saw was wearing raincoats.
I saw different colours like Red, Blue and Gold.
All the cars turned on their window wipers, wishing and washing the windows.

Up in the sky I saw a big bright Rainbow.
Slipping and Slopping went the people who were walking,
Rock and Crazy Rolling went the vehicles driving passed.
Falling and Crawling went the raindrops on the windows,
Crissing and Crossing across the crazy window.

Kavafau P Age: 10  Year 6  Richmond Road School  Auckland


A window on the kittens
The breath of the kittens
Like warm wind.
Climbing up the scratching poles
They are kitten ninja warriors,
As playful as toddlers,
As brisky as the wind.
As soft as pillows.
Just the sweetest things you’ve

Emma Geddes, age 9, Y5, Selwyn House School, Christchurch

The Race

As I look through the commentator’s window
Onto the race course,
The 7 horses and their jockeys leave the gates,
There is tension in the air
The smell of horse manure,
And fresh hay from their breakfast
It’s my favourite place in the world watching the horses
The 7 horses sprint over the finish line
As fast as a quarter horses
And it’s all out my window

Alice Murphy, 9, YR5, Selwyn House School, Christchurch


Through The Window

Through my bedroom window, I a see a drop two drops of rain, dripping down a leaf from the old kowhai tree, racing each other until they hit the ground and the race is over.

Through the library window, I see a bee, delicately sipping nectar from a flower.

Through my kitchen window, I see a cat, roaming around the fence, waiting to pounce on a bird.

Ruby W M, age 10, Selwyn House School, Christchurch


The Sea Window

Through the creepy waved deep blue sea.
I see a window shining at me.
I see a giant eyed squid very heavy but tiny.
I hear it squirting out ink that has words.

William Y,  7-yrs, Year 3, St. Andrew’s College, Christchurch


Through the Window


Coffee-coloured trees sway from side to side,

Seaweed-green grass gets stomped on by happy children,

Mossy rocks are bundled up in a big bunch,

Birds glide joyfully over the huge trees,

Air whips into acorns as they fall from an oak tree.

My view through the window

Raffaella C Age 9, Year 5, Three Kings School, Auckland


Through the Window


“Woosh, woosh! I’ll keep you cool,” say the trees all at once,

“You can’t see me, you can’t see me!” taunts the aeroplane that just flew over.

“I’ll never let you go!” cried the mountain to the houses clinging on to its side.

My view through the window

Georgia L Age 8 Year 5 Three Kings School



Watching the World

I’m looking out the classroom window, watching the clouds scudding by.
I can see skyscrapers in the distance, watching the world come to life.
Early morning, late afternoon, the view is always changing.
Trees rustling in the cool afternoon breeze, leaves blowing gently about.
Harsh winter winds outside, blowing everyone away.
Outside the window, everything is happening, going by without a sound.
In the city, looking out the window there are buses and cars, people and noise.
When the window is open, smells and sounds drift in and away.
Hot summer afternoon, freezing winter morning, I’m looking out the window.
Looking out the library window, books blocking the view.
Looking out the car window, watching everything rushing by.
I’m looking out the classroom window, watching the clouds scudding by.

Gretel H, age 9,yr 5, Richmond Road School Auckland


Through my Window

I had a window
it was sort of bad because
I could not see through
It rhymes and chimes
when I asked it to.
It turned as a friend to it.
One day I turned my
back on it. It started calling me names
like bay.

Jonny A 6 years old Year 3 Ilam School Christchurch


Through My Porthole


Every night

I watch the sun set

And orcas breaching over the moon

Flying fish gliding

Over the vessel.

Every night

The waves

Rock me to sleep.

I’m as warm

As a whale

In an autumn tornado.

Zachary Y3  Ilam School Christchurch



Through the window


Chimney tops chatter in the cold wind

Clothes lines rotate in the breeze,

Banana trees sprout of the ground,

Cicadas gossip,

Plants quiver,

Goal posts eye each other – ready to fight,

Houses hang on to the hill, as still as statues,

Trucks beep like an alarm clock,

Diggers grunt and moan,

The view through the window.

Sam C 10 years Year 6  Three Kings School Auckland

Through The Window Poem

I see black birds singing
I remember
The window
I see the the field that sits behind a factory
I see a balcony that nobody sits on.
I see a window that is blistering.
I see the rain drops falling.

Maria B age 6 Y2 Ilam School Christchurch