The Iain Sharp Poem

We talked about The Iain Sharp Poem. Iain Sharp is a poet who lives in Auckland and wrote a really cool poem based on himself. He gives a picture of himself through descriptions of things and actions.

We each wrote our own 'Iain Sharp' poem, using our own names and some of his framework. Here's what we came up with. (I have omitted the surnames).

The Gill Poem

I am a package carrying a dog.

I am a red chip that’s about to win Connect Four.

I am a UFO, spooking the minds of humans.

I am a thorn, forcing kids to wear shoes.

I am a sandy desert in Africa.

I am a dinosaur, wrecked by extinction.

I am a bad joke.

I am Gill.

  

The Ava Poem

I am a pass the parcel, waiting to be played.

I am a Barbie, staring at the patterned bed while my owner is playing with her friends.

I am a red Ferrari that has just been bought, all shiny and new.

I am a blossom tree and people are taking selfies with me.

I am a playground, I can see children playing on the monkey-bars.

I am an owl, eating my breakfast at night time.

I am Maria Kochetkova, waiting for my ballet class.

I am Ava.

  

The Mark Poem

I am a postcard with a stamp, making by brother jealous.

I am a trash pack, ready to trash my brother’s trash bin.

I am a Volkswagon, ready to drive to the airport.

I am a cacao tree, standing as straight as a zigzag.

I am a piwakawaka fleeting so high among the trees.

I am a human being, none of these are real.

I am Mark.

 

 

The Gabriella Poem.

I am a box, wrapped in red paper

          with a white bow

          on the way to 52 Different Street.

I am a dictionary waiting for misspelt words.

I am a black jet waiting to race around.

I am a wild flower, sad since I am left alone.

I am the beach; hot sand, cold water.

I am a monkey swinging from trees.

I am a human and that is me.

I am Gabriella.

 

The Mitchell Poem

I am a green postcard from Fiji.

I am a basketball getting dunked.

I am a truck, getting stuck up a hill. I am green.

I am a tree in the corner by Room 18, my leaves are dropping and they are green.

I am a lake in New Zealand, my water is green and slimy.

I am a cow mooing at my owners.

I am a bad cough in someone’s throat, pricking them.

I am Mitchell.

The Haoyu Poem

I am a letter wrapped in unicorn skin.

I am a flying netball.

I am a unicorn F22 shooting down UFOs.

I am a blade of grass in a farm, waiting to be eaten.

I am a volcano bursting with lava.

I am a unicorn.

I am Haoyu.