Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts

Wednesday 1 July 2020

Nic and Mikayla's Whānau Group: Learning about Puanga

In Nic and Mikayla's Whānau group, we wrote collaborative poems to signify the importance of Punaga. We also created some star art! It was great to learn with other people across the school.

Here are some of the poems that we wrote:




Monday 14 November 2016

Imagine Poems

We read a poem called Imagine by Pie Corbett. We closed our eyes and imagined. We played with words to paint a picture. Some of us used repitition, similes, metaphor, alliteration and personification.

Imagine
A hot moon and a cold sun
A worm with a bazooka chasing a bird
The solar system exploding
A bee chasing a car
Imagine
Count Dooku was tiny
A Jedi defending Darth Vader
Kylo Ren destroying his own base
Imagine
Plastic bags were not made of plastic
A Jedi with the lightning force
You don't see yourself in a mirror
Peace is war
Imagine
Everyone was bald
The sun was not light
By William

Imagine
imagine a thirsty drink bottle waiting for water.
Imagine… a dull pencil waiting to get sharpened.
Imagine… a sharp hook waiting for a crazy fish.
imagine yummy food waiting to get eaten.
imagine chewing waiting to get chewed.
imagine hair waiting to get shaved .
Imagine… lases waiting to get tied.
Imagine… a tooth waiting to fall out.
By Cruz
 

Imagine .
Imagine a bad bumblebee biting your bum.
A cat sprinting after a dog.
A princess riding a tricycle.
Imagine a pink fluffy unicorn dancing on a rainbow .
A queen riding on a sparkly unicorn wearing board shorts and sweaty t-shirt.
A goblin turning blue and a blueberry turning green.
Imagine a tiny kitten breathing fire and setting fire to a house.
One orangutan eating an orange while sitting on an oblon.
John jiggling joyfully jumping on a jam jar.
Imagine glasses giggling grimfully. .
A huge mouse in a tiny house.
Imagine all that.
By Nela 

Imagine

A beautiful butterfly blushing,
A hippo hating hip hop dancing,
A chameleon crawling carefully
Along a colourful cantaloupe.

Imagine
A water as angry as a rhino,
A rose as pink as a pig,
A moon as big as a balloon.

Imagine
An avalanche is a cheetah,
A piece of watermelon in a watery sea,
A tornado is as angry Pikachu.
By Edward

Wednesday 21 September 2016

Flynn's Poem- When you are sleeping...


Today in Tautoru, for our reading some of us read Flynn's poem, "When you are Sleeping". We liked it because he chose the best words for the purpose. It also paints a picture in our mind. During Independent writing, some of us decided to write our own scary poems. Thank you for the inspiration Flynn!

When you are sleeping...

When you are sleeping, sneaking through streets,
Snatching, eating, gobbling, slithering, he whispers,
In Parseltongue “kill, kill, kill, KILL!”
                          
Cats meow, dogs bark, wind flows, rain flies,
Trees drip, no one sees the monsters,
Roaming feet thudding, houses crushing,
Water rising, trees falling, ground ripping.

People growing, ideas flowing, time spinning,
Coming, going in and out, blackness falling over,
Mountains growing, trucks towing,
Rivers Flowing,
Things Roaming.
By Flynn, WBS,  (Year 4)

Saturday 17 September 2016

Down the Back of the Chair

We were inspired to write "Down The Back of The Chair" poems after looking at the Mahutonga Blog. They did such a great job and we thought that we could do the same. 


We read the story by Margaret Mahey story, then we wrote our own poems and recorded them on Seesaw. Here are some of them...

 

This is the shared poem that we wrote together: 

A fox, some blocks and polka dots
A plane, a train an airport lane
A mat, a bat and hairy cat
Down the back of the chair

A chair, a bear, pink underwear
A king, a ring, a chicken wing
A queen, a bean, a magazine
Down the back of the chair

A can, a man, a chinese fan
A dog, a log and a spotty frog
A cat, a mat, a stinky rat
Down the back of the chair

An orange peel, an electric eel
Some diamond rings, emerald things
A kung fu Kangaroo,
A sparkly old high heel shoe
Down the back of the chair

Tuesday 13 September 2016

Auntie Dot Poem

Some of us read a poem called, "Auntie Dot" today. We have been learning to read poetry in different ways. 



Thursday 25 August 2016

Performance Night: Shared Poem by Tautoru


Music Festival


Costumes Clashing
People Shivering
Music Playing
Children sneaking
Dishes cleaning
Night Sky Darkening
Stars twinkling
Moon shimmering
Turntables turning
Drumsticks banging
Shakers crashing
Pots booming
Bells ringing
Butterflies flapping
Gorrilas thumping
Clothes shining
Fingers pushing
Pots donging
People singing
Parents clapping
Dragons flying
Aliens dancing
Lights flashing
Bugs shaking
Cheetahs crawling
Kids screaming
Birds flying
Buckets banging
Heads nodding
Babies crying
Magic flying
Haka chanting
Audience listening
Parents cheering
Face painting

Monday 22 August 2016

Noodles in my Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt


Today we read a poem called, "I have Noodles in my Nostrils" by Kenn Nesbitt. The poem is about noodles that fall onto parts of the body. The person who says the poem is a bit silly and calls himself a nincompoop. He falls asleep while eating his lunch of chicken noodle soup. The poem is very funny. 
By Adam and Dylan

I Have Noodles in My Nostrils by Kenn Nesbitt

I have noodles in my nostrils.

I have noodles on my nose.
There are noodles on my cheeks and chin
and dripping down my clothes.
I’ve got more upon my forehead.
Some are sticking to my neck.
It’s completely disconcerting.
I’m a noodle-covered wreck.
I can see them on my kneecaps,
and I know they’re in my shoes.
(When I stand, they’re somewhat squishy,
and I feel them start to ooze.)
There are several in my pockets.
There’s a handful in my hair.
And I’m pretty sure that some are even
in my underwear.
So try not to do what I did:
I’m a total nincompoop,
and I fell asleep at lunch
while eating chicken noodle soup.

Here are some of us reading the poem:

Friday 5 August 2016

Peace Poems at Assembly

Next week is Peace Week. We will be connecting with a school in Pakistan- a place that is not as peaceful as ours. We have been writing "Peace" poems and will share these with the school in Pakistan.


This is shared writing by Nicola's literacy group:

Peace is

A calm, graceful day

A friendly, open hand

Happiness, all together

Friendship and calmness

Peace is

A serene jungle

A good day

When families come together

Love on Valentines Day

Peace is

Relaxing on a hot, sunny beach

Wedding bells ringing

A world without rubbish

A calm ocean with lots of life

Peace is

Non-violent and no hate

A quiet library

Showing empathy

4 am in the morning

Peace is

Breathing deeply in and out from your lungs

Starry Matariki at night

A smile

A beautiful sunrise

a spectacular sunset on a summer’s night

Reading a good book

Peace is…

A place to understand

Sitting in a spa with jets and bubbles

Feeling the sand between my toes

Snuggling in your bed with your teddy

Sleeping in a cosy bed with soft pillows and a blanket

Saturday 2 July 2016

Assembly: 1st July 2016

Thank you to our wonderful presenters!
What a fantastic assembly. See some of the highlights below...



Well done to everyone who received a principal award for connecting with others!

Tuesday 21 June 2016

Music: Shared Writing

We are listening to music...
We have been learning about sound as part of our Inquiry... Today we listened to a range of different types of music.

This is a piece of shared writing by Nic's literacy group:

Music


Music reminds me of
Shooting stars in the night sky
A golden violin on a summer’s night
The moon singing in the dark sky
The funky DJ mixing disco sounds
A 90’s movie with a car chase


Music reminds me of
A giant tornado speeding through town
People running along like a herd of elephants
A volcano erupting with hot lava
Owls hooting through the night
The opening of a Brazilian carnival
Cannon bolts falling to the ground


Music makes me feel
Surprised like bangs of fireworks
Bright like Christmas lights
Excited like a university graduate
Strong like a super hero flying
Sad like a lost battle
Sleepy like I have walked for a thousand days.


Music is spectacular!

Wednesday 15 June 2016

The Kite



As part of our reading this week, we read this poem:

The Kite
by Harry Behn


How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!


With a dive and a dip
It snaps its tail
Then soars like a ship
With only a sail


As over tides
Of wind it rides,


Climbs to the crest
Of a gust and pulls,
Then seems to rest
As wind falls.


When string goes slack
You wind it back


And run until
A new breeze blows
And its wings fill
And up it goes!


How bright on the blue
Is a kite when it's new!


But a raggeder thing
You never will see
When it flaps on a string
In the top of a tree.


Here are some of us reading the poem: