Kid's poems Kid's Poems...
These poems are by three students from St Agatha's Primary School. After I had visited St Agathas, Ella, Isabella, and Arabella decided to each send me an email with some poems they'd written. Thankyou so much for sending these in girls! They were a delight to read.

My Best Friend
My best friend is as fast as a shooting rocket.
My best friend is as funny as The Simpsons.
My best friend is as loud as beating drums.
My best friend is like a BEAUTIFUL sunny day.
My best friend is a miracle to me

Ella McNamara

Today is a heavy hippo
Today is a movie day with rain dripping down the windows

Today is a twinkly xylophone
Today is a tap dance
Today is a bright pink day
Today is a playful puppie
Today is a bouncy trampoline I bounced on all day

 

Isabella Shun Wah

The Day after Yesterday
Today is a magical twinkling harp,
Today is the most beautiful golden seahorse,
Today is a calm and amazing ballet
Today is a peaceful rainbow
Today I danced gracefully through the day


Arabella Scott

My Best Friend
My best friend is a big red fire truck
My best friend is as weird, wacky and dramatic as "SpongeBob Squarepants"
My best friend is as KRAZY and loud as a trumpet
My best friend is a friendly thunderstorm
I am probably the luckiest person in the world to have a friend like my best friend.

Arabella Scott

These two poems are from Aiden McCarthy, a student who attended the Curtis Bay Carnivale. Aidan was also one of the judges of the Australian Inky Awards. Thanks for being a terrific minion, Aidan! Great poems - I particularly love the imagery of My Best Friend - there's a lot of good energy in the poem. Awesome!

Portraits of a Best Friend
My best friend is a bright orange Mustang, driving well over the speed limit with two flats.

My best friend is a set of bagpipes, bought not so long ago but so very well used, with one bag missing, and so refusing to behave.

My best friend is a television show full of car chases; lacking a plot line, but fun to watch all the same.

My best friend is a partly cloudy day, keeping in the cool, the secrets, but shining ever so brightly.

My best friend is a bright ginger cat with a patch of white, lazing in the sun, who isn’t afraid to catch a mouse – to work for himself.

My best friend is a dawdle along the beach, but with a place to go, watching the waves while slowly reaching the destination.

He is my treasure chest, my panic room, my rolling dice, my everlasting inside joke, my punk rocker who never stops trying to be different.

My best friend is your old wedding dress, battered but beautiful, always sitting at the back of the cupboard, waiting for you.

My best friend is your favourite mug, knocked about but always loved; by you at least.

My best friend is that last book you need in the bookcase, always trying to fit in but never quite doing it.

My best friend is a boring novel at first, but then becomes more and more exciting and becomes the best you’ve ever read.

My best friend is Superman, from another planet, but still pure-hearted.

My best friend is that sock that goes missing, then turns out to be under your bed all along.

He is blind to flaws, deaf to lies, though always listening to the problems of others.

My best friend is a painting by Picasso, weird to look at, but so interesting if you pay attention.

My best friend is a holey toe-sock – overused, wacky, colourful and fun, not all there, but still so useful.

He is a guiding light, a morning star, a snooze button, a day off work, an unmade bed, a cold-morning sleep-in.

My best friend is an angel in disguise.

Meet Mac
I’m gonna introduce you to Mac,
He’s a good mate of mine.
He’s coming from work soon, but then he’ll go back,
He doesn’t have a lot of time.

He’s a real nice guy,
He’s working for his whole family’s food.
He’ll probably be a bit fried,
But he’s always in a good mood.

I’ve known him since we were just small,
We were always messin’ about.
Oh, by the way, he’s very tall,
And he’s always kinda stood out.

Our neighbourhood wasn’t very nice,
But it never bothered him.
Most people looked at him twice,
But he never got sad or grim.

He was always kinda good at school,
Now he’s got a real good job.
Sure, he wasn’t all that cool,
But soon he’ll be a big knob.

He should be here any minute,
I think you like him too.
Oh, that rubbish, I’ll just bin it,
Yeah, he’ll like you.
Listen, he’s at the door,
I’m glad he came to visit today.

Oh, wait, just before,
There’s one last thing I forgot to say.
My friend Mac is absolutely great,
He’s definitely my best mate.

It’s just, and, you know,
I don’t want you to go,
But my mate Mac,
He’s black.

He’s still the best guy I’ve ever met,
So please, don’t be a fool,
And don’t fret,
And please, please, don’t be cruel.

 

In June 2010 I visited Methodist Ladies College, and, among being amazed that they have 20 staff employed for the school library (!), was read this very cute poem by Phoebe, in thanks for my visit. She also included a few photographs of her two West Highland terriers, in relation to my book Millie and the Night Herron, where there is one such dog named Phoebe. Thanks a heap Phoebe! You made my day!

Pheobe's Work

Poem reads:

We girls share a love of words on the page,
Varying in genre, in scene and in age.
We thank you for sharing your warmth
and your wit,
With the passionate members of our
Club Lit.
It was a great remedy for exam week
Sheer frightenment,
To meet and recieve this re-
enligtenment.
We thank you again for your time and generosity,
And now before I'm accused of excessive
verbosity,

I'll sit down.

From a Phoebe who may not be a West Highland Terrier, but owns two, and that's good enough.

 

These next poems are by Jacob, James, Junior, Jade, Princess, Maddy, Jocelyn, Jolene, Raymond, Dean, Angelo, Dylan and Steven of Thomastown Primary School. These poems explore metaphor as a poetic technique, using colours and senses. This is a great excercise particularly for Primary School students who are often open to non-literal translations of the world and experiences.

Chocolate

Tastes smooth
It sounds like RnB beating
In your sleek low rider car.
go

Indigo


Indigo tastes like blueberry pie.
Indigo smells like expensive perfume.
Indigo sounds like clouds crying.
Indigo feels like a warm robe.
Indigo is stromy weather.

Silver

Is a crystal in a cave.
Rain pelting down on the roof.
It is a taste of victory.
The freezing touch of snow.

Lime

Lime looks like the beautiful green parts of the earth from space.
Lime sounds like a fizzy green drink that you just opened.
Lime tastes like a lemon not ready to eat.
It smells like sour grass.

 

These poems are list poems by Marka.K, Victory.C, Vanessa.B, Alexandra.R, Geno.B, Danielee.K, and Maria.L. I love the idea of swimming in dark chocolate! I would also love to experience the serenity of the Amazon rainforest.

8 Reasons to Stay Alive!

1. To experience the serenity of the Amazon rainforest.
2. Falling in love.
3. Spring- the bright colour of spring and the warm sun.
4. Literature- so many books with different messages.
5. Friendship- fun and laughter knowing that there is someone who cares.
6. Being succesful in your career.
7. Family- knowing you belong somewhere.
8. Learning about other people and tolerating their cultures.

10 Things to do on your Lonesome

1. Go skipping through a field filled wiht sun flowers and tulips up to your neck.
2. Dress up like a fairy and go shoe shopping...retail therapy is always good.
3. Climb on rooftops and go down peoples chimneys.
4. Buy $100.00 worth of dark chocolate and swim in it.
5. Slide down a bowling alley and see what is out the back.
6. Lick the trays at Maccas.
7. Get locked inside a shopping centre.
8. Be a boy for the day.
9. Dye your hair hot pink.
10. Drown a tea towel.

 

During Feburary 2010I went on a trip to Ryan Catholic College in Townsville, where I stayed for a week. The students at Ryan Catholic College were excellent; eager to learn, and they produced great work. The first is by Kayla Spragg, Richele Breed andMadison Delit, from 7B. This is an example of an excercise, 'Magical Cities and Faraway Places', which explores writing from all five senses. The other two poems are examples of a 'Recipe' poem, which explores metaphore. 'Today is a Fiddle' is by Tahlia Bird, Mitchell Jensen and Sarah Webb. 'Today is a Piano' is by Rhiannon Kondisenko of 9G.
The Great Barrier Reef

I'll go to the Great Barrier Reef on
the back of a turtle's hard green shell.

I'll go to the Great Barrier Reef and smell
the fresh salt water and taste it on my lips.

I'll go to the Great Barrier Reef
and dive down deep to touch the colourful coral
and hear myself breathe deeply.

I'll go to the Great Barrier Reef to meet
the friendly schools of fish
and now I have to leave this beautiful place
to get back home.

Today is a fiddle

Today is a fiddle, playing a lively folk song.
Today is a golden shade, like the sun gleaming on the beach's sand.
Today is a million dollar BMW cruising down the streets of L. A.
Today is a 'Friends' episode, sharing champagne while Phoebe's having twins.

Today is sitting in the air con while it is hot and sunny outside.
I grande jete through today.

 

 

 

Today is a Piano

Today is a piano
with chipped and broken keys.
Today is a pitch black day,
we blindly stumble through.
Today is a dying tractor,
wheezing its last breath.
Today is a game of hopscotch
with a continuous line of squares.
Today is dark storm clouds
rapidly dropping tears of rain.
I clawed my way through today
scratching my palms and fingers.

 

1. I asked year 11 students at Wodonga West to write five images for bad love; no explanations, just images. They then picked their favourites and wrote a group bad love poem. Dont you love that last line- putting it all into perspective! Brought back memories for me, of sneaking in to the house a little later than promised! This first poem is by Brooke, Jamie, Shaun, Luke.C, Dean, Leigh, Aron, Michael, Mitchell, Luke.G, Robert, Cindy, Danielle, Kade, Sarah, Sian, Kerrina, Chris, Asheley, Tara, Sheree, Sarah, Amanda and Kylie.This is an excercise I have previously run with my T.A.F.E students.
2. This is another poem by year 11 students at Wodonga West, and another great last line- laconically adding a very Australian voice to the whole poem.
3. Ben Townsend, a year 11 student from Wodonga West, handed in his own Bad Love poem. Ben's images of bad love were terrific- his images create a litany of bad loves and the last line is an apt conclusion.

Bad Love
Have a whinge love
Late love
Playing empty cricket love
Empty bank account love
Peeling hands love
Bad breath in the morning love
Cold Monday love
Forgive me, for I have sinned love
Improper love
Dogs barking in the night love
Reject shop love
Look but you can't touch love
Broken string love
On the list love
The only love
Can't get enough love
Hateful words love
Like falling over painful love
Sand in your shoe love
One night love
Earn while you learn love
Hair raising nail biting love
Clean the kitchen love
Don't tell my father love

Bad Love
Worried sick love
Love that's kept in the closet
Stain on your new pants love
Smelly locker room love
Pimple on first date love
Eating with mouth open love
Real emotional love
Stupid camera love
Love that tries to rule your life
Broken heart love
Spew your guts love
Bad timing love
Sick in the guts love
Trashed love
Stab in the back love
Copycat love
Lazy and unwilling love
No beer in the fridge love.

 

 

 

Love
Bad timing love
Too busy love
Hatred of love
Annoying people love
Drunken hangover love
Rainy day love
Broken zipper love
Failed exam love
Embarassing love
Yearning love
Falling over love
Kick in the teeth love
Closed off love
Worrying sbout love
Not loving love.