Inanimate Objects

More 'Thing' poems, written for Paula Green's Poetry Box competition. These are from our Year 5 & 6 and Year 7 students.

The challenge was to write a poem about an inanimate object (something that isn't alive). Some of these poems gave us a fresh look at something ordinary and even transformed things that may seem uninspiring and dull into something rather fabulous. I love the way these poets wove spells of words to breathe life into these inanimate objects!

Surfboard

by Emily R, age 11

I float in the shaded hollow pipe for my dude
My tip is for speed, not floating above
Could this be a dusty wait
Or a dusty date
To the sea grave?
It’s been ten years
I’m alone and not active
I wish I could flip in mid-air again…
What’s that rumble?
TSUNAMI!
I will be home!

BLOWN BULB

by Jade, age 11

I’m very happy and young
when I come out of the dark cave.
They force me to twirl
into the tutu.
When I’m older
I wonder what I will be like
also how I feel.
I’m older now
I feel worn out.
This is the last time you’ll see me.
Goodbye

Guitar

by Taralina, age 12

Rusty red guitar,
found in my Dad’s garage.

The strings, the smell of an
old bronze medal.

The frets, the colour of
hot, burnt toast.

It reminds me, of my Papa
playing with it.

The funky rhythms,
the beautiful tunes,

old school lyrics and Nana
singing along.

Photo on the Wall

By Rebekah, age 10

The photo is black and white
My parents are smiling right
Mum looks tidy and stunning
Dad is happy as can be
Now they look different
But inside they’re still HAPPY.

My Old House

by Harry K, age 11yrs

My old house was as neglected
as a wheel barrow outside in the rain
the colour of burnt toast
like a bronze Olympic medal,
smelt like old golden syrup
rusty, rickety crumbly bricks.

The Hockey Stick

by Kelly, age 11

I’ve waited all week
To get out
I get pulled out
Of the bag
I get very excited

As I go in
For the tackle
I make a clicking sound
Like a skipping-rope

I now have the ball
Zoom!
Bang!

Gloomy Piano

by Daisy-Jane, age 11

I sit here all day…
Waiting for Beethoven
Lily comes in and slams my tongue down on my chin
She clunks with her elbows again and again and
again and again on my freshly moisturised face
I screech an F sharp!

TICK TOCK

by Mckenzie S, Year 7

Every once and a while my hands clap
with each other
It all happens on my face
My gears are my brain
My batteries are my heart
I’m always watching
TICK TOCK

T.V.

by Soverin, age 10

Remote clicking
switch flicking

glowing light on screen

fictional characters
getting into trouble