Showing posts with label James Q. Show all posts
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Friday, 11 November 2022

Ghost Poems

Some of our Russley Writers took up Paula Green's  48 hour pop-up poetry challenge. They quickly crafted their ghostly poems, which Paula said were full of terrific atmosphere and wonderful similes.

Congratulations to these awesome writers who have had their ghost poems picked by Paula to be published on Poetry Box: Morgan C, Frida, Chloe P and James Q.

Paula is sending a copy of Bill Nagelkerke's book The Ghost House to Morgan. Wahoo! (Or should that be... BOO!) 

You can read the poems here and check them out on Poetry Box too.


The Ghost of Mystery


Wind flies past my cheek like a storm on a cool night

as the smell of freshly cut firewood suddenly disappears


Popping out of corners, dark chocolate eyes stare down at me

a layer of snow glides across the room

like a kite being pushed in the wind


Flick, flick! goes the light


then, Whoosh!

Whoosh!

he’s gone


by Morgan C (age 12, Year 7)



Ghost?


Opening the door I step outside.

The deck creaks below my feet.

A few trees wave weak hellos.

The Sun just barely peeks over the edge of the land.


Sucking in cool air.

A faint scream gets my attention.

Where is the noise coming from?

Nobody is out here.

Or was it inside?


No it couldn’t have been them,

they were blasting the music way too loud.

The scream gets louder then suddenly stops.

That scream was way too familiar.

A white as snow figure fills my vision.

A Ghost?


by Frida H-B (age 12)



The Phantom GHOST


Floor boards creak

in the distance

the smell of an old abandoned house

lingers


Cold air blasts

Rats scurry past old dusty floors

Cries echo through

the old abandoned house

the ghastly shadow

of a ghost

disappears out of sight


pure white eyeballs

stare at me

in the distance


by Chloe P (age 11, Year 7)



PAPER GHOST


White as clouds the ghost

glides slowly like a pelican hunting for fish.

3:00 my alarm rings


I hear…

the back door creak open

the ghost wails like a kettle being boiled

it slowly drifts through the door,


closing it silently

I hop into bed falling back asleep.


by James Q (Year 7)


Monday, 31 October 2022

Poems picked by Paula for Poetry Box!

Our October challenge was to write a poem on the theme of 'WONDER'.

Some of our writers composed poems expressing their 'wonder' at the world around them. Some wrote 'list poems', with a list of things, places and people they think are wonderful. Some wrote questioning, wondering, puzzling poems. Some were odes to a particular place or activity. 

Paula chose some of her favourites to publish on Poetry Box. Here they are:


Wonderful Things 

Loud waves crashing
against the shore
Dark black dog fur
covers the couch head to toe
Cold ice tea, swishes
around in my glass
Sweet smell of pelargoniums
just a few feet away  
As I walk along the sand
it gets stuck in between my toes

Adrianna P, Age 13, Y8, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School  


The Most Wonderful Things

The taste of nana’s cheese scones melting on my tongue
Grandma’s cookies
The love from a miniature schnauzer bringing joy to my day
The way the glistening snow tickles my palms
The tickle of shallow waves hugging my ankles
The smell of grandma’s delightful roses in her garden
Heavy rain hitting my roof as I drift off to sleep
The heat of hot popcorn on a movie night

Morgan C, Age:12, Y7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Going to the Beach

I watch the glittering waves
crashing on the beach
with Granny

I carefully lift the bucket off
the delicate sandcastle

I place some clam shells
and a little red flag
at the top

Maia S, age 7, Year 3Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Wonder List

The smell of freshly cut grass
Booming thunder in the dark night

Mouth watering, chicken rice ball
with fresh avocado laid out on the table
Bacon crackling in the oily pan

The scent of pure white lilies dipped
into water standing perfectly

Ruby W, Age: 11, Y7, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


WONDER

I lie in my bed listening to the crisp rain and thunder
Soothing jazz makes me fall asleep
The scent of my grandma’s fresh cooked salmon
The milo sitting on the counter while the jug boils
The constant thought of a capybara being my pet.
I lie with all of these dreams

James Q, age 11, Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Wonder 

The sound of the rev limiter crackling and sparking
the sparkle of shiny chrome
the smell of gasoline

Taylor H, Year 7Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


My List of Wonderful Things

feathery penguins waddling across a vast landscape
unexplored jungles with tangly vines

flying to Africa to see lions and majestic flamingoes
riding a giant eagle across a vast desert

eating an icecream
with 9 scoops of goody goody gumdrops dipped in chocolate

Isabelle H, age 7, Year 3Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Wonderful Cats

Cute, fluffy tips poke out at me
as I gently touch a wet, soft nose\

leaping, frolicking

eyes shining a warm welcome
this amazing kitty steals my attention

like a snake she slithers to my
hand playfully

a fluffy paw bats a butterfly
this way and that

Victoria P, age 8yrs, Year 4Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Wonder

My hand sinks into the fluffy soft fur
of a red fox

I lie down on dry grass
filled with flowers

Tulips, marigolds, daisies and
lady’s slippers
fill the air with their sweet scent

rain drops fall from a dark cloudy sky

I squeeze my soft teddy
it feels like cotton candy

Bella Z, age 9yrs, Year 4Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School


Watching the Moon

Watching the glistening moon
stare blankly
as it slowly rises
lightening the starry sky

I see silvery stars shining brightly
forming pictures and shapes

I feel the cool breeze sweep past me
swirling around

Slowly I fall
asleep

Angela Z, age 7, Year 3Te Parito Kōwhai Russley School