Monday, 24 September 2018

'Cat Began' poems


Doodoo the Cat, Began
She took the voice of the tui,
She took the softness of the
     leaf for her coat.
She is the colour of ice.
She is also the colour of
      darkness.
She took the colour of a
       cheetah,
And Doodoo was made.

By Baxter.



Dog Began
She took the softness of the
         feathers,
She took the silliness of the
          clown,
And made her voice.

For her coat
She took the blackness of the
      beautiful sky
She took the sparkling and
      shimmering glitter
And Dog was made.

By Anjalee.
Seal Cub Began
She took the meow of the cat.
She took the squeak of the
             mouse
And made her voice.

For her coat,
She took the softness of the
              clouds,
She took the grey of the
              stones,
She took the shadows of the
             houses,
And made her coat.

For her walk,
She took the swim of a
          mermaid.
She took the walk from a polar
           bear.
And Seal Cub was made.

By Cynthia.








Dog Began
He took the meow of the cat,
He took the roar of a wild
               tiger,
And made his voice.

For his coat,
He took the grey from
         concrete,
He took the fur from the
          sheep.

From the garden,
He took the silences of the
              plants,
He took the waves from the
             water,
For his walk.

Then at night
Dog took the shine from the
               sun,
He took the brown from the
               girl,
For his eyes.

He took the sharpness of the knife for his claws
And for the shape
He took fake nails

And Dog was made.
By Fiona.











Cat Began
He took the silence of the
               night,
He took the squeak from a
              mouse
For his voice.

For his coat,
He took the softness of the
           clouds,
He took the greenness of the
             trees,
And the yellowness of the sun

Then at night,
He took the light and glitter from the
                   stars,
To make his eyes,


He took the curve of the moon,
To make his sharp claws.
And that is how cat was made.
By Bayleigh.




Cat Began
She took the softness of the
               snow,
She took the loudness of
      meowing at night,
And made her voice.

For her coat she took the
   softness of a mouse,
And the feel of the clouds at
                    night,

She goes away to the next-
        door neighbours,
She comes back to us like a
        cheetah,
For her biscuits

She took the fastness of the
              horse.
She took the grey moon for
             her walk.

To make her eyes
They are green like glass and trees
She is beautiful.

For her claws,
She took the sharpness of the knife

And Cat was made.
By Aaria.










Dog Began
He took the roar of a lion
      and made his voice.
He took the sharpness of an
      alligator’s mouth,
And made his teeth.

For his coat
He took the fur of a bear
And made his coat.

For his speed,
He took the slowness of a
              sloth
And made his speed.

He took the silence of stones
           for his walk.
And Dog was made.
By Aroush.










Rabbit Began
She took the cat’s meow,
She took the hamster’s
            scratch
And made her voice.

For her coat,
She took the white bear’s fur.
She took the soft clouds
   and made her coat.
From the kangaroo’s balance
    she took the koala’s legs.



Then at night
She took the glitter from the
         shop,
She took the paint,
And made her eyes.

Fire and Ice went down to her
            hands
And for their shape,
She took the sun’s hotness

And Rabbit began.
By Maria.


Guinea Pig Began
She took the squeak of a
            mouse,
She took the meow of a cat,
And made her voice.

For her coat,
She took the fur from cotton.
She took the chocolate from
     The Warehouse

For her walk,
She slithers like a snake.
She walks like a bunny.

She took the colours of the
                  sun,
She took the colours of the
               rainbow,
And made her coat.

And Guinea Pig was made.
By Mikana.







Dog Began
He took the roar of a tiger.
He took the fur of the bear,
    and made his voice.

For his coat,
He took the gold of the fur.
He took the darkness and left
    the lightness behind.
From the river he took the
          coldness,

And Dog was made.
By Scarlett.

Rabbit Began
She took the squeak of a
            mouse.
She took the tweet from the
              Tui,
And made her voice.

For her coat,
She took the purple of the
              paint,
She took the softness of the
             cat’s fur,
She took the shadows from a
             person.

She took the jumps from the
                     frogs,
She took the silences of the
                     dark.
She took the moving of the
                  clock
For her walk.

She took the pointiness of the
   sword to make her claws.
She used the blues of the
   water to make her eyes.

Then the cat was made.
By Xiaolin
Dog Began
She took the owls screeching
                   voice,
She took the softness of the
      feathers in the pillow,
And made her coat.

She runs like a cheetah
Her eyes are blue, and very
             shiny.
And they sparkle like the ocean.
And Dog was made.
By Brooke.








Descriptive Poems


WALT: paint pictures with words.

Some of us are learning to write two ideas in one sentence, in our poems.
 The Sun
The sun looks like a brand new shiny rose, like the bubbling, boiling lava,
The sun looks like a giant in the sky throwing bombs, like a cloud booming out lightning.
The sun tastes like hot wasabi, like the ginger in the sushi shop.
The sun smells like burning fire, like roasting marshmallows.
                               By Fiona

The Sun
The sun is like fire dragon.
It feels like lava bursting out with hot water.
The sun tastes like a fireball going into your mouth.
The sun sounds like a gun shooting at a target.
The sun smells like wood burning in the fire!
                  By Peter Li





The Ocean
The ocean smells like an enormous jellyfish swimming in the sea.
The ocean sounds like a roaring lion in the sea calling for help.
The ocean smells like salty water, like a feather tickling my face.
It feels like snow full of salt water on my tongue.
               By Mikana

Trees
Trees look like rows of soldiers marching.
Trees sound like the hissing of the snake.
Trees smell like the fresh apple I eat.
Trees look happy.
  By William Whaea Teupoko








Thunder
Thunder looks like a giant up-side down birthday hat, a gigantic pencil digging into the ground.
Thunder sounds like a racing car driving very fast.
Thunder smells like socks with jam, custard with yoghurt and bananas with eggs.
Thunder feels like the heavy wind in the sky.
Thunder tastes like mud with sticks, cardboard with paint and wood with a brain.
Thunder makes danger!
                 By Aroush


Snow
Snow is like a teardrop landing in water.
Snow sounds like a silent library, and smells like fresh ice cubes after rain.
Snow feels like rain drizzling on your house.
         By Aaria.




Thunder
Thunder is like your dad slamming the hammer when he’s building a tree-house for you.
Thunder sounds like when you scream in the car.
Thunder sounds looks like white lightning flashing for a second,
Thunder feels like aflame of burning lava.
Thunder sounds like a gun shot, like a person puffing.
Thunder looks like danger in the sky.
        By TJ.

The Clouds
The clouds look like some squishy marshmallows in the freezing cold air and flashing wind.
Clouds sound like a soft howling angry wolf.
Clouds sound like baby sleeping in its bed while her mum rocks her to sleep.
              By Anjalee




The Sun
The sun is like a volcano exploding out fire and lava.
It is like a bursting fireball in the red, hot sky.
The sun sounds like tiny little birds screaming for help.
The sun sounds like smoked sausages on the bbq.
The sun smells like burning smoke in a tree house.
The sun feels like a squishy ball to play with.
             By Maria



The Sun
The sun is like a shiny fiery ball, like lava that pops out of a volcano.
The sun feels like a hot ball of bubbling skin.
            By Patress




The Sun
The sun looks like a fire in the sky, hot like a fireball coming to destroy the city.
The sun can make our eyes hurt, and roast the chicken to eat.
The sun makes me burn like lava, and can burn paper.
             By Tale

The Sun
The sun is like a boiling volcano that is shooting out lava.
The sun smells like a sausage sizzling on a bbq.
The sun feels like a hot, hot pizza.
              By Brooke.

Thunder
Thunder makes a lot of noise like a giant clapping his hands.
    By Arian




The Sun
The sun is like a humongous cheese ball, and boiling lava.
The sun feels like sweat, trickling down my face.
The sun feels like a terrible rose sting, lava bubbling and boiling me to death.
The sun smells like burning sausages, crunching me down with fire.
      By Bayleigh


The ocean
The ocean looks like a giant blue fish sleeping, or a blue giant reading a book.
The ocean sounds like a sizzling sausage and a boat burning by.
The ocean smells like a heart made of salt water.
The ocean feels like a lizard’s tongue or a dragon’s feathers.
          By Cynthia




Snow
Snow looks like a puffy marshmallow cloud, like a ghost flying around.
When the snow falls on the ground it sounds like people crunching yummy food.
              By Amy


Snow
Snow is like a huge fluffy cloud and like shiny diamonds.
The snow is banging and crunching when I walked on it.
Rain
Rain is like a flying angel
Rain feels like a huge, fluffy ice cream.
Rain smells like bubbling cold water and sounds like popping candy.
            By Jooa

The Sun
The sun is like an enormous hot ball of lava falling from the high sky.
The sun feels like a boiling oven on my head.
The sun smells like hot sizzling sausages on a boiling bbq, a hot bomb shooting down from space.
The sun is like a boiling lava wave from the sea.
    By Scarlett

Thunder
Thunder looks like a white could, changing to a dark cloud when it is angry or sad.
Thunder sounds like a tornado destroying stuff or a motorbike going round in circles.
Thunder smells like fresh new water dripping down.
Thunder feels like very cold water in the winter, when rain and snow is dropping.
     By Baxter

The Sun
The sun feels like a hot bbq on my skin, roasting me.
The sun is like a fireball bursting in the sky.
       By Kendall

 Excitement
Excitement looks like when I have a birthday and my parents surprise me.
Excitement feels like when I am blindfolded and I’m touching something.
Excitement is like when there’s a smell that smells so good and you don’t know what it is.
Excitement is like when I hear my parents talking about something that is happening.
            By Xiaolin