In the Box! | Poetry Box Poets Published

Our Russley Writers rose to the challenge, to write a poem inspired by Paula Green's Poetry Box prompt: Inside the Box.

We used the famous poem by Kit Wright, The Magic Box to inspire our own imaginings about what kinds of things we could "put" into a box. We had magic boxes, treasure boxes, secret boxes and even lunch boxes! We thought of things you can't see or touch, or physically "put in a box". We used our senses to describe sounds or smells or feelings. We thought about weather, seasons, time. Some described sounds or characteristics of people or pets that are special to us.

Some of our poems were picked by Paula to be published on the Poetry Box website. You can read them here:

Congratulations to: Isabelle N, Bella Z, Hayley C, Mason O and Lucy P.  All of you can consider yourselves e-published poets!

My Favourite Memories Box

I will put in my memory box
a melting hot medal I’ve made
the stuffy but sweet smell of a grandma’s house
the view of a velvety violet field.

I will put in my memory box
ball-like bright little daisies blooming in the sunny spring,
the lovey little laugh of a delightful old grandma,
the puffy powerful pictures of the world.

I will put in my memory box
the chilling cold days of winter,
the powered blazing snore of a great nana,
the smell of the smoke from a roaring motorbike.

I will put in my memory box
the sizzly hot sun in summer,
the sound of my favourite family playing,
the comfort of my rusty old bed with covers.

My favourite memories box
is green with a pink and purple marble lid
and bright pink ribbons all around it
and secrets within its depths.

I will hide my favourite memories box
under my bed with eighteen million blankets on top,
I will jump in and climb a tree, sing with
the birds and last of all,
jump off a cliff into the deep, deep, green pastel lake.

Isabelle N, age 10, Year 6, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Memory Box

I will put in my memory box
a piece of peaceful piano music played by Jess
the sweet taste of bubbly boba tea
the scent of large hot yellow chips

I will put in my memory box
the feeling of icy cold crystal clear ocean water on my toes
the cold breeze and the crunchy leaves of autumn
the splash of raindrops dropping on the ground,
forming into puddles

I will put in my memory box
the bright yellow sun burning on my back
the sound of thousands of children laughing happily

I will put in my memory box
a witch riding her magical broom and her fat black cat
silky multicoloured scarves flowing in rhythm in the cool autumn breeze
the sound of music flowing through my ears

I will put in my memory box
a treasured pink pen
the harmonic sounds of flutes and recorders
the fresh and juicy taste of strawberries

I will put in my memory box
the sweet taste of mango ice cream
the sound of ocean waves crashing together
the sweet smile of a red panda climbing
the great wall of china

My box is made of tiny little pieces
of my happy little memories
I will take my memory box into space,
the deep ocean, the hardest moments in life
and the happiest.
I will take my memory box
wherever I go.

Bella Z, age 11, Year 6, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Sparkly Box

I will put in my box
my favourite book, the babysitters club,
and gently place it down.

My red and black t-shirt
my sparkly orange basketball

I will put in my box
a colourful surfboard
a witch and her dusty broomstick
a dragon breathing fire.

I will put in my box
a horse eating hay,
peppa pig snorting
and a minion laughing.

My box is a sparkly gold
with bright red hearts,
My box is made of cardboard.

I will run around with my box
then I will stuff my sparkly gold box
in a bush.

Hayley C, age 10, Year 5, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

My Secret Box

I will put in my box
the swish of an orange, sparkly basketball,
my old, dusty football boots,
my favourite football top with letters spelling HAALAND.

I will put in my box
black thunder clouds that make me shiver,
the smell of McDonald’s chips,
the orange-yellow sunset going down at the beach.

My box is made from shiny suns that turn to gold.
At the edge of the box sleeps green roaring dinosaurs
snoring very loudly.

I will got to a football match in my box
and see the big, popular football teams
and get signatures
from all the players.

Mason O, age 10, Year 5, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School

Lucy’s Poem

I will put in my box:
The loud crash of the gold ride cymbal
The click of a label machine
The cold wind brushing against yellow green leaves.

I will put in my box:
White fluffy clouds in the bright blue sky
Hot pink camellias dropping delicately
Pieces of paper with Chinese words on them.

I will put in my box:
The sweet taste of honey pork
My boxer dog who is turning 12 this year
a jar of caterpillars with leaky bottoms.

My box is made from silver patterned with iron swirls.
The inside is padded with soft toys.

I will dive into my box,
landing softly and play
with ALL my things.

Lucy P, age 7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School