Showing posts with label Elizabeth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elizabeth. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 December 2014

Winning poets

Congratulations to Kelly, Tom H, Hunter and Elizabeth. Their poems were selected by Paula Green as favourites in her final national poetry challenge for 2014. They have been published on the Poetry Box website for all the world to enjoy! Elizabeth's poem was chosen as an overall favourite and she will receive a copy of The Letterbox Cat & Other Poems. Well done Russley poets!


The Hangi – by Elizabeth
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

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!


Highlights of 2014 – by Kelly, age 10
First day nerves soon disappeared
with Capture the Flag (Halloween edition)
Getting lost during orienteering at camp
Hanging out with Mrs Koster at Writing Club
Crashing the go-cart at camp
Coming 3rd in discus at Zones
Screaming to the song ‘Without You; in Team Singing
I’m very sad the year is ending,
but can’t wait for Christmas!

Tuesday, 9 December 2014

A Sea of Poetry


The Sea

The sea is a salty wave of Indians.

It is a calm baby sucking a dummy.

The sea is a hurricane of sharks.

It is a stray dog howling for an owner.

The sea is a timer ready to ring.

It is teeth grinding surfers up.

The sea is gemstones smashing on the ground.

It is a wild lion pounding after prey.


                by Noah D


 

The Sea

The sea is a blue silk blanket

                that makes wobbly bumps

The sea is a clear sparkly diamond


                by Catherine

 

 

The Sea

the sea is a jet plane zooming

it is a polar bear roaring

it is a hurricane twirling around

the sea is a puddle

 

the sea is a palace full of fish people

it is a supermarket

it is a blue carpet

the sea is a cat, ready to pounce

 

                by Elizabeth 

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