Athletic Poetry from Team Moana

Athlete
by Hao Yu, 13yrs

Spinning discus gliding
across the sky like a UFO
Speedy runners bolting
across the track
Shot put meteor
Epic commentator
thunderous voice
shouting on the mic
But now it's my turn
                              to run


Heart of a Champion
by Ethan, age 12

Puffing
Breathing heavily
Clappers, cones, wind
Smack of the baton
Running


Bang went the clappers
by Baylee LM, 11yrs

BANG went the clappers
I ran
I had the sweat pour off me
to the end
and had a card handed to me
3rd place
then there were ice blocks
coming round
so I got one
and sat down
to eat my ice block
blast
a sensation of lemonade


Jump to the Stars
by Archie, age 12

The taste of sweat dripping down
my face the taste is super salt
I see the bar get raised
As I jump I feel my leg
skim the bar
I'm over


The Finish Line
by Tama, 12 yrs

Ground shaking like a 7.1 earthquake
Sweat dripping off my skin like I just jumped into a pool
Wind pushing against me as I speed down the track
People heavily breathing

The echo of the whistle
The last lap bell
Sprint to the finish line


The Breath of Freedom
by Raeven, age 12

I'm in the fourth lane
I stare seriously ahead of the race
I shoot past like a bullet
I feel the wind battling against me
I smell my first breath of freedom... the finish line


Athletics Day
by Holly, age 11yrs

Yelling and cheering
legs shaking
loud clappers
too much bubblegum perfume
Lemonade ice blocks yum


THE JUMP
BY Sakura, age 11

The hand slowly raised into the air signalling for me to start.
I started running, the wind rushing through my hair and face, giving me a surge of power.
I feel myself accelerating,
my worries are running away with the wind...
nothing matters except this moment.

I start speeding up as I leap into the air.
I feel like I am soaring through the sky like a bird.
People clap, even though it's not for me, I feel like they are cheering me on.

My feet sink into the soft sand,
as I walk out of the pit the smell
of freshly mown grass hits me in the face like a wave.

As I turn my back on the sandpit,
a big smile spreads across my face
like a child getting a free icecream.

I had done it.

More Moon Poetry - Senior

The Big Donut

        by Thomas P (year 7)

The moon is a big donut

half eaten

It is a ginormous elephant

moving logs

It is a glowing T.V.

It is a rally car doing laps

at speedway

It is a blue sea

with crashing waves

It is a shining spotlight

glaring at me

The Moon

          by Baylee L-M (year 7)

The moon is a big M&M cookie

it is the big blue sea swaying

it is a ginormous Hummer cruising across space

it is a blinding camera flash

Yummy Tummy

        by Cameron L(year 7)

The moon is a full tummy

It is a blue Smurf

It is an illuminating smile

It has so many little sparkling friends

It is an adventurous white rat

IN SPACE

The Big Red Moon

        by Holly (year 7)

The moon is a silver doorknob

It is a blue clue stick

It is a glowing lamp flying

it is a soccer ball spinning

in space

It is changing

into a

banana

The Pie in the Sky

        by Tama T (year 7)

The moon is a half-eaten

steak and cheese pie

It is a silver wheel rim

of my Lamborghini Aventador

It is a bright camera flash

at a gaming convention

Pounamu Moon

        by Raevyn H (year 7)

The moon is a pounamu ring

worn by one of the Gallipoli men.

It is a beaming flashlight

flickering through the night.

It is a memory

dragging me back to my Loved Ones.

The Crescent

        by Avijit (year 7)

The moon is a speeding

        boomerang

        going around the planet

It is a frightened grey mouse

        hiding in the clouds

It is a middle distance runner

        racing laps around the tracks

        in the flashing stars

The Shimmering Moon

        by Ollie M (year 6)

the moon is a smile

in a dark forest

it is a golden blade

slicing through the jet black sky

it is a shrimp

in an inky sea

it is a shining spotlight

searching for a pack of howling wolves

The Moon is a Chocolate Chip Biscuit

        by Farren S (year 6)

The moon is a chocolate chip biscuit.

It is a silver necklace gleaming through the window.

The moon is a knife cutting through the glistening night sky.

It is a hailstone getting closer and closer to the icy landscape.

The moon is an LED beaming into a shimmering pond.

Kim Schonert Moon Poem

        by Kim  (year 6)

The moon is a lime banana

The moon is a silver medal

The moon is a golden trophy

The moon is a bouncy ball

It is a shining firefly and a glowing lamp

it is a gleaming bottle of colourful glitter

Stormy Poems

The Wind - by Catherine

The wind is Mrs Harrison shouting at Mr Harrison.

The wind is a soccer ball zooming through the air with force.

The wind is the roaring of a T Rex (Tyrannosaurus Rex).

                  

The Wind – by Elizabeth

The wind is an army charging

it is an elephant calmly moving his ear

the wind is my figgy pudding

the wind is a big boom

it is a racing car in a race

it is a leaf falling to the ground

 

The Thunderstorm – by Elizabeth

Gusty winds wobble the classroom. I get a big shock as... Zap! A giant lightning bolt hits somewhere not too far away. The hail sounds like a pen hitting the paper. The rain dances on the door and I am instantly frightened. The thunder is like applause.

 

The Storm – by Oliver

The thunder was as scary as a gorilla’s armpit.

The streets were quiet as it was bucketing down.

Electricity was gone for the people in the city.

BOOM! SMASH! CLANG! The people had a sleepless night.

 

The Wind – by Ella

the wind is a marching crowd

the wind is a spooky ghost

the wind is the smell of fish and chips

the wind is the smell of pavalova

the wind is a dinosaur howl

 

The Wind – by Baylee

The wind is a roaring lion at the beach.

It is a ghost trying to haunt.

it is lions teeth biting its prey.

 

The Storm – by Baylee

Bang! The thunder is as loud as a herd of mammoths.

The lightning was as bright as flashing, zooming,

frightening thunderclouds.

Moon Metaphor Poetry

The moon

the moon is a clock

the moon is an eye

the moon is a wheel

the moon is a big chunk of round gold

the moon is a sphere with hints of silver

the moon is licorice

            by Noah D

The Moon

The moon is a floating massive crumb

of sponge cake

on a puddle of black ink

with silver glitter on top

and surrounding it, weird coloured cheeses

and some even have hula hoops

            by Catherine

The Moon – by Elizabeth

The moon is a half ‘S’

the moon is a bead

it is a head

it is a smiley face

it is an open mouth

the moon is a gold banana

it is a silver hook of a pirate

the moon is a round lolly

The Moon    by Oliver

Normally the moon is a pirate’s silver metal hand.

The moon is sometimes a fresh red apple.


The Moon   by Baylee
The moon is a gold banana.
It is a crystal necklace.

Sizzling Hangi Poetry

The Hangi – by Elizabeth, age 7

the hangi flames were like Hades’ hair

it smelt like nothing I’d ever smelt before

because it was so good

it felt like warm roasting bones

and sounded like crashing stones

The Hangi – by Catherine D, age 8

Looks like a pit of black bubbles

Smells like Chinese takeaways

Sounds like the Grand Canyon’s rocks crunching

Feels like sponges

Tastes like McDonalds

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Hunter, age 8

the steam flew away like paper

it smelt like mint leaves

on a skinny tree, sleeping in a meadow

it was white hot, cooking our food

 

 

Hangi – by Tom H, age 8

Flames as bright as a spotlight.

Smells like smoke.

Rocks grinding like hadrosaur teeth.

Flames boiling like overboiled soup.

Tastes like a birthday lunch!

 

 

Hangi – by AJ, age 8

Looks like gusty fog

children sound like chattering monkeys

hangi smells like raw chicken

feels like my sweat

tastes like Anzac biscuits.

 

 

Hangi – by Clara Sellier, age 8

flames rose as high as the roof

fire sounded like a hissing snake

children chatted like a herd of elephants

steam floated like a parachute

felt hotter than a hot water bottle

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Oliver C, age 9

The hangi looked like a real kitchen but underground.

It smelt like walking into a takeaway shop, but better.

It sounded like someone cutting my hair.

The chicken felt as slimy as a squishy snail.

It tasted like the best thing in the world.

           

 

The Hangi – by Noah D

The coal was as black as a tuxedo.

The chicken drumsticks smelt like lovely lion meat.

The hangi sounded like a tigers roar.

It felt like boiling oil.

Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Ella S, age 9

Looks like steam

boiling hot as lava

smells like my grandad’s lamb shanks

looks like a spotlight wiggling around

feels like my first present I opened

tastes like pizza

yummy as chips

 

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Chloe, age 8

Looks like a massive star

transformed into a different shape

It smells like burned fish’n’chips

It sounds like purring cats in the breeze

It feels like a hot summer’s day at the beach

It tastes like air set on fire

 

Hangi Simile Poem – by Riley, age 8

FLAMES as bright as the moon

SMELLS like Mum’s meatballs

CRUNCHES, like when you eat chips

TASTES like fish and chips – yummy!

FEELS Soooooo hot “Wow!”

 

 

Hangi – by Baylee L, age 9

Flames as hot as lava

in Granny’s Sunday roast.

Flames boiling hot like dragon’s breath.

Sounds like an emerald smashing on the ground.

Tastes like heavenly fish and chips.

 

 

Hangi – by Kelly, age 10

Looks like a steam train

sounds like popcorn popping

smells like cigarette smoke

I feel amazed that food can cook

like that

in the ground

and it only took four and a half hours

in a hole

Hangi – by Kara, age 9

looks like heat waves

sounds like flick, pop, crack

smells like a skunk that died

feels like a hot summer’s day

HANGI – by Quinton, age 10

Embers look like crystals in the sky

Sounds like popcorn popping

Smells like beautiful flowers

Feels like hot sand at the beach

Tastes as crispy as pizza crust

Hangi – by Brayden, age 10

looks like a steam train

smells like smoke from cigarettes

feels as hot as a dragon breathing fire

sounds like popcorn popping

and balloons