The Moon is a Cold Frown

THE MOON IS A COLD FROWN - by George Grundy

The moon is a cold frown 

sailing through the night.

The moon is a despised 

piece of cheese.

It is a checker piece 

cowering in the back of the army.

It is a watch ticking 

and ticking,

timing its rising.

THE MOON - by Lucas dG-T

The moon is a bright glowing ball,
lighting the world down below.

The moon is a cricket ball
gilding across the world.

The moon is a juicy orange
wolves leaping to grab it.

The moon -

by Keziah Veer

The moon is a gliding soccer ball

on a field of black


It is a shimmering pin

held in a dark room at night


It is a small pebble

sinking deep into the sea


It is a bright yellow lamppost

faintly lighting up a long dark tunnel


It is a shiny hairpin

in masses of black hair


It is a clock

telling you its night time

on the shadowed hotel wall

The Silver Moon - by Anna Boulton

The moon is a silver button 

shimmering on a dark coat.


It is a glimmer of blue sky 

on a rainy day.

It is a white jelly-fish dancing 

in the deep blue ocean.


The moon is a large grey mushroom 

in a field of little flowers.

It is a shiny pin 

on a raven black wall.

The Moon - by Sacha Wilkin

The moon is a round cheese placed on 

             blue picnic blanket 

It is a beach ball, forgotten and left to

        float across the dark ocean

It is a button sewn to a shirt at, at the

           bottom of the drawers 

The moon is a tattered soccer ball flying

    across a field of soccer players

The Shining Moon, by Ryan Selinger

The moon is a 

fierce boomerang striking 

a kangaroo in the grasslands.


The moon is a wrinkly boat

surfing on the waves.


The moon is a colourful beach ball

bouncing off sweaty hands.


The moon is a bowling ball 

coming out of hands going down the lane.


The moon is a baseball, 

slipping out of a tough glove.


The moon is a blunted tyre

on a car going down the road.

The great big moon - by Madeline Hann

The moon is a bright balloon tied to a bunch

 of constellations.

It is a cricket ball getting smacked

 by a meteor.


It is a dolphin frolicking

 about in the inky blackness.

It is a bowling ball hurtling 

towards the pins.


It is a silver scythe slicing

up the galaxy.

It is a full stop surrounded by a 

whirling snow blizzard


It is a ball of gum getting churned

 around by big black holes.

Iain Sharp is a black kite adrift on changeable winds

The Russley Writing Club heard a poem by NZ author Iain Sharp. His auto-biographical poem, uses metaphors to give the reader an insight as to who Iain Sharp is.

Here are the first two stanzas of Iain Sharp's poem:

The Iain Sharp Poem

Iain Sharp is a fat parcel
of mixed groceries
tied with a clumsy knot.

Iain Sharp is a black kite
adrift on changeable winds.

If you would like to read the rest of the poem, google Iain Sharp or check out his poetry in your local library.

We tried writing our own versions, creating metaphors to give clues as to what kind of personality we are. 

Here are a few of my favourites:

"I am an orchestra, tuning instruments..."

The Lucas De Groot – Tsuji Poem

I am a damp, torn envelope

in a cold, dark mailbox.

I am a shiny new cricket bat

waiting to hit huge sixes.

I am a battered old truck

with morning punctured wheels.

I am a big plain field, with little sheep

nibbling bits of me.

I am a pet dogaraptor,

always organised and on time.

I am an orchestra, 

tuning instruments.

When I look in the mirror

I look battered, old, shiny and new;

waiting for more adventure… 

this is just the beginning!

The David Ghobrial Poem

I am a ginormous fat parcel

too big to fit inside the mail box.

I am a rugby ball who gets bolted

back

       and

forth.

I am a B.M.W –

speeding with flaming tyres.

I am a deserted desert

unbearably hot with dead cacti.

I am a fiery dragon with smoked wings,

I have an enormous red collar with my name:

                    David the Outrageous.

I am a loud drum beating like a heartbeat.

When I look in the mirror...


I see a very noisy gorilla staring at me.

THE GUSTAVO  POEM

I’m a huge package with

soccer balls filling me up.

I ‘m a trampoline

people love flipping and jumping on me.

I am a stinky little rat

skidding in the sewer.

I’m a  jungle in Rio de Janeiro

with huge swamp’s everywhere you go.

I’m a hiss of a snake

a bang of a drum.

When I look in the mirror I see

my idol Neymar Jr from Barcelona.

The Bridget E. Poem

Bridget is a leopard

with big black spots

and sharp vampire teeth

running across the dessert.

Bridget is a massive snowy mountain.

At the top it is snowy

at the bottom it has nice green grass

with people

throwing snow balls.

I am singing like a bird with blue spots

 I am dark blue.

I am a dancer wearing a black, red and gold

glittery leotard

and I am the most flexible

in my squad.

THE GEORGE G. POEM

George G. is a brown                                                                                                                                                                                                  
parcel wrapped with

tattery blue cord.



George G. is a small yellow lego

piece in a sea of colourful bricks.

George G. is his own transportation

he is slow, steady and persistent.


George G. is a thick

bushy jungle full of life.

George G. is a magical unicorn

eating somebody’s trash.


George G. is a noisy cicada

which really needs to shut up.


George G. looks in the

mirror and sees himself.

The Madeline Hann poem

Madeline Hann is a brightly wrapped Christmas present

waiting to be received.

Madeline Hann Is a colourful netball

flying into the hoop.

Madeline Hann is a shiny Lamborghini

speeding down a dusty dirt road.

Madeline Hann is a tropical island

with people lazing on her sandy beaches.

Madeline Hann is a speedy cheetah running along a dry

African plain with her eyes on her prey.

Madeline Hann is the soft soothing piano playing

fur Elise in an orchestra.

When she looks in the mirror she sees a sporty

silver fern playing netball.

The Ryan Selinger Poem

I am a brown, ruined letter,

waiting to be recived.

I am a colourful, short robot,

 just about to malfunction.

I am a alarmed ambulance

speeding down the highway saving a wounded citizen.

I am a sweltering desert,

fighting my way through the outrageous conditions.

I am a strong troll, waiting for a stumbling goat to

cross the rock-hard bridge.

I am the high-pitched Orchestra,

 becoming famous and worldwide.

When I look in the mirror, I see a famous soccer player,

holding the World Cup trophy in the air.

THE SACHA WILKIN POEM

Sacha Wilkin is a letter sealed in white envelope at

the bottom of a post bag.

Sacha Wilkin is a teddy bear sitting on a bed

watching the world go by.

Sacha Wilkin is a worn down bus blundering down

the street.

Sacha Wilkin is a lake, kayaks floating across the

water’s surface.

Sacha Wilkin is a tiger wandering through a jungle.

Sacha Wilkin is the sound of a sloshing water fall.

When Sacha Wilkin looks in the mirror she sees an

artist with a paint brush in hand.

The Anna Boulton Poem

Anna is a colourful magazine,

tied with a silver ribbon.

Anna is an aqua blue kite,

soaring through the clouds.

Anna is a rocket ship,

fiery and ready to take off.

Anna is a field of daffodils,

waving in the breeze.

Anna is a snowy leopard,

staring intently into the stream

waiting for trout.

Anna is the roaring of the ocean,

with the occasional dolphin splash.

When I look in the mirror

I see Anna Boulton smiling back.

Makenzy’s  poem

I am a huge package

full of bouncing basketballs

I’m a rugby ball flying

over the rugby post

I’m a black lambhourgini speeding

down the road

I’m a night cheetah who

can sprint as fast

as a Ferrari

I am a skate park

with people grinding

on their scooters and

skate boards

I am a bang of

drum and a roar

of a lion just waking up

In the mirror I see

a rugby star holding

the rugby world cup trophy