Highly Commended Poetry

These poems were among the 12 entries selected by Mrs Koster to make up our school entry for the Fourth Fabulous Poetry Competition. Russley School's entry was judged highly commended by the NZ Book Council judge, Catriona Ferguson. Congratulations to all our talented writers!

CHANDELIER SKY

Stars are shiny rings

glowing like a chandelier

White like marshmallows toasting

on the bonfire

They are like golden sand

on the Sunshine Coast

Sparkling pearls in a glimmering

ebony sea

by Olivia C, Year 8

LIVING STAR

Star is a shiny unicorn eye

clear crystal

silver coin

blinking baby

Star falls

like a baby bird

that’s learning

how to fly

- by Hao Yu G. - year 8

LASER STARS

Stars are like white pale faces

reflecting off glass

Stars are like rockets

scraping through the galaxy

Glimmering diamonds gleaming

off the roof like lasers

Worms glowing like

old lightbulbs

Small ants snacking

on the ground

Red devil lights

coming towards me

- by Mitchell F. year 8

The Night Sky

the stars glisten like lake tekapo

with the sun on it

the stars are shiny like black ice

white, like paper from the bible

stars shoot through the sky

like rockets

by Alex C. (year 6)

STARS

Silver sardines swimming

in melted ice

Sparkly dresses

in the disco light

Twinkling rubies

pure as gold

in a dark, dark mine

by Kim S. Year 6

SHIMMERY DOTS

Gold-teeth stars

shimmer like shells

at night they start waving

like hands

when midnight strikes

the stars look like tiny glow worms

Their fading song

flurries through the air

stars spreading like jam

by Maddie H, Year 3

Congratulations also to the following writers from Team Roto:

Josh T,

Josh C,

Sophia T,

Kimberly C,

and Fergus HB.

I can't publish their poems just yet, as they are going to be entered into another competition; our Russley Writers' Walk - as they fit with our theme of FAMILY.

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.