Rainy Day by Soverin

RAINY DAY

Rubber league balls dropping

Rough leaves blowing

Black umbrella spinning

Slippery me diving

TRY!

by Soverin T, age 10

These are a Few of My Favourite Things

Congratulations to the following poets, who had their poems selected by Paula Green as her favourites in the recent Poetry Box 'Thing Poem' Competition. These poems were shortlisted and published on the Poetry Box website.

Matthew B (Year 7)
Daisy-Jane L (Year 7)
Taralina L (Year 7)
Soverin T (Year 5)
Lachlan H (Year 5)
Michaela E (age 7)
Zion S (age 8)

Inanimate Objects

More 'Thing' poems, written for Paula Green's Poetry Box competition. These are from our Year 5 & 6 and Year 7 students.

The challenge was to write a poem about an inanimate object (something that isn't alive). Some of these poems gave us a fresh look at something ordinary and even transformed things that may seem uninspiring and dull into something rather fabulous. I love the way these poets wove spells of words to breathe life into these inanimate objects!

Surfboard

by Emily R, age 11

I float in the shaded hollow pipe for my dude
My tip is for speed, not floating above
Could this be a dusty wait
Or a dusty date
To the sea grave?
It’s been ten years
I’m alone and not active
I wish I could flip in mid-air again…
What’s that rumble?
TSUNAMI!
I will be home!

BLOWN BULB

by Jade, age 11

I’m very happy and young
when I come out of the dark cave.
They force me to twirl
into the tutu.
When I’m older
I wonder what I will be like
also how I feel.
I’m older now
I feel worn out.
This is the last time you’ll see me.
Goodbye

Guitar

by Taralina, age 12

Rusty red guitar,
found in my Dad’s garage.

The strings, the smell of an
old bronze medal.

The frets, the colour of
hot, burnt toast.

It reminds me, of my Papa
playing with it.

The funky rhythms,
the beautiful tunes,

old school lyrics and Nana
singing along.

Photo on the Wall

By Rebekah, age 10

The photo is black and white
My parents are smiling right
Mum looks tidy and stunning
Dad is happy as can be
Now they look different
But inside they’re still HAPPY.

My Old House

by Harry K, age 11yrs

My old house was as neglected
as a wheel barrow outside in the rain
the colour of burnt toast
like a bronze Olympic medal,
smelt like old golden syrup
rusty, rickety crumbly bricks.

The Hockey Stick

by Kelly, age 11

I’ve waited all week
To get out
I get pulled out
Of the bag
I get very excited

As I go in
For the tackle
I make a clicking sound
Like a skipping-rope

I now have the ball
Zoom!
Bang!

Gloomy Piano

by Daisy-Jane, age 11

I sit here all day…
Waiting for Beethoven
Lily comes in and slams my tongue down on my chin
She clunks with her elbows again and again and
again and again on my freshly moisturised face
I screech an F sharp!

TICK TOCK

by Mckenzie S, Year 7

Every once and a while my hands clap
with each other
It all happens on my face
My gears are my brain
My batteries are my heart
I’m always watching
TICK TOCK

T.V.

by Soverin, age 10

Remote clicking
switch flicking

glowing light on screen

fictional characters
getting into trouble

Autumn Poems on Poetry Box

We recently entered some of our Russley Writers' poetry in Paula Green's Poetry Box Autumn Poem Competition. From the huge number of entries from schools all over New Zealand, five Russley students' poetry stood out and received special mention.

The following students' poems were shortlisted and have been published on Poetry Box:

Team Awa Nui:

Soverin 
Gus 
Makenzy M
Bridget 

Team Moana:
Daisy-Jane 

Congratulations!

You can read their fabulous poems in the Autumn post below.

Autumn poetry

Fall

 It’s getting darker now

My friends and I discuss in hushed voices

About how we're getting ready to fall

When mother tree tucks us in

I dream about a world on the ground

By Daisy-Jane

Tentacles

by Harry K

Branches, naked
and brown like a teddy bears fur
in the shape of an octopus’ tentacles
falling and hanging from a tree.
 Wind snoring and howling
like an old man in bed.
Bark - old and wrinkly
like his face.

Surfing the Wind

by Matthew B.

Distracting, amazing, yellow blazing

Stuck, chains too tight, this is their chance to be free.

Breeze blows flipping like fish fins

flying, falling, surfing the wind.

Dying-

their wish comes true to live free and be alone.

Bare as a bone.

He stands still; someday he will have

a tight group of friends again.

He will truly be happy…

For a while.

VELVET NINJA STARS

by McKenzie S.

Shiny wet grass

velvet ninja stars

twinkle down from the oak

like  spaghetti on a fork

Branches curved like boomerangs

 bare after wind

Branches getting the runway ready

Tall brown figures stiff and sad

 now their cheery, lime and ginger dress is

gone.

DOWN

by Santino

Leaves crunch like French-fries,

dangle like noodles

on chopsticks.

Leaves

slip off a twig like a fish

trying to escape

from my hook.

Leaves dance

their way down

like ballerinas in red tutus.

            

Branches curl

like a liquorice roll

bark chips

like nails getting cut.

Shiny moss scattered

all over trees 

piles of leaves

like pyramids.

Leaves crunched up

like ashes

after a bonfire.

Leaves

brown, old and ugly

like a witch’s nose

crunchy like stale bread.

Branches,

bumpy like a climbing wall

swerve like big waves.

Leaves, red like a mad man

orange like juice

yellow like hard cheese.

By Bridget E.

Untitled, by Gus

Thin old leaves

hang like a wrecking ball

on the end of a chain. 

A curved purple leaf

quivers

on a thick brown branch.

A bald Silver Birch

stands like the Statue of Liberty

a leaf stem

as long as a baby snake. 

Saffron leaves

like a bowl of nachos. 

A game of rugby on a freezing icy day,

getting thrown on the ground

walking home with dirty legs.

The Autumn Poem

by Makenzy M

Leaves, crackling, gold,

 like a crunchy bar. Branches,

 brown, thin, like an old man’s arms.

 Leaves, quivering, hanging off.

   Me and my friends play

 rugby union at school, I hear people

 yelling from the side line, I have

 dirt on my legs and I’m laughing

 and I have butterflies in

 my stomach. 

Crackly Leaves

by Rebekah

Orange  red  yellow 

peachy  green 

spiky  soft  leaves  

I stroll through 

Crunch  munch

I  love  to  build  leaf piles  with my  friends 

and  jump in  them. 

I even love to have leaf fights

with my brother and dad.

The weather is windy

but the sun is up.

The clouds are gliding  through  the air

like a gymnast swinging on the bar.  

Autumn poem, by Soverin

Old ugly branches hung

like bats in their cave.

Bald tree

with curved witches nails.

The wind blew

like a tornado.

Leaves like red flames.

A nosey fantail followed me

for food.