Thanks and congratulations!
Congratulations to all young poets represented here!
NB: Please see Children’s Poetry 2 for poetry from other schools.
Extracts from poems produced by Yr 5 pupils at Penygaer Primary School, Llanelli, in my ‘Creepy Crawlies’ poetry workshop, May ’16.
I dangle from the ceiling,
I scuttle across your floor,
You always try to stamp on me,
But I can go under your door.
From ‘Deadly Dragonfly’
The deadly, bloodsucking dragonfly
goes swiftly over the ocean blue sky.
His wings are like smashed glass shredded to pieces.
His eyes are quite unique.
From ‘Beautiful Creatures’
Have you seen [my] fluttering wings?
They are very fragile.
Also very pretty and dazzling.
Don’t be afraid, I don’t sting.
From ‘Creepy Crawlies’ (1)
A beautiful butterfly goes
fluttering through the elegant blossom tree,
over the gleaming, transparent lake.
From ‘The Old Green Grasshopper’
A great green grasshopper
hopped across the huge, lime meadows,
with the spring in his step.
He happily lurked in the long grass strings.
That’s the old green grasshopper.
From ‘Creepy Crawlies’ (2)
A bumble bee goes whipping around,
looking for a picnic –
to eat all the food and drink,
all the pops so tasty and delicious.
Guess who I am
I’m slithery and I like to eat
Kate’s scrumptious flowers.
I am slimy and sloppy.
From ‘Bug Dance’
A bumblebee dashes
through a stormy wood,
stripes in a blur,
to find something good.
From ‘Creepy Crawlies’ (3)
A bumble bee goes
in and out of the beautifully coloured
petals of the lily.
From ‘Creepy Crawlies’ (4)
A lovely ladybird,
crawling ponderously through the long, itchy grass.
The Buzzing Bee
A stripy golden bee
dancing … like a glowing sun.
From ‘Creepy Crawlies (5)
A spider crawls up your wall.
Maybe when you go to school
you will see it in the hall.
The following ‘Mini-Beast World’ recipe poems are made up of lines from individual ones produced by the writers above (Yr 5, Penygaer Primary School, Llanelli), during the same workshop.
Recipe for a Mini-Beast World
A pinch of sunlight
A bowl of leaves
A cup of gold
A dazzle of chrome
A welly full of mud
A sliver of slime and honey
A waterfall of luminous blue
A lure of twilight
Massage in: your desired amount of fawn, crimson and aqua.
An Atlantic Sea of grass
a forest of bugs
1 litre of slime
100 grams of whirls
dots, wings, slime, stings
a web of a spider
a dash of poison
slime, stripes and blood
a flap of wings
Leave to set:
for three days on the bright, blazing sun
in a creepy jungle
on a beach for five days
on a bush for an eternity.
Warning: venomous spider danger.
The poem below is made up of individual lines from the warm-up jottings the children produced before their ‘creepy-crawly’ poems above. For simplicity, we focused on dragonflies.
– See-through, hovering,
their wings delicate, fragile, transparent,
– zooming like a flash
through the gleaming, shimmering sky.
– Zooming, zagging,whizzing, looping
– swiftly, briskly,
– through the midnight blue sky.
– Their wings are delicate as a piece of paper.
– Dragonflies go as fast as a cheater,
– as quick a lightning,
– ascending, descending,
– swooping like butterflies
– through the misty, dark, Navy-blue, shimmering sky.
– Their wings are elegant, dazzling, shimmering,
– lacy, delicate, gleaming.
– Glowing, glittery, fluttery, sparkly patterns,
– stunning, beautiful, shooting, dazzling,
– zooming, rocketing through the starlit, dark night sky.
– Wings see-through like glass.
Here is some of the poetry produced by girls at Headington Prep School, Oxford.
This ‘autumn leaves’ poem is by Reception class:
salad green, red as fire
yellow as stars, rainbow sparkle
a glittery fire.
bumpy, silky, diamond whites
windy, dancing, floating, fluttering
to the ground.
The following ‘night lights’ poems are by Yr 6:
The sky turns into a magical maze of light
Guiding all the travellers walking through the night
And through the window shines the light of the pearl white moon
But it shall be replaced by the suns light soon.
At night my town turns into:
a streetlamp with orange
a light you’ll never forage
for, a dashing crashing fire
it leaves you with some tire
from looking at the stars so bright
Oh, I really love the night.
Night Light Haiku
At night light shimmers,
like dragons’ breath glistening.
My Town and the Dark
My town lights up with friendly lights
Making this dark night a little bit more bright
And people from all around
Are making a babble of sound
Big Ben makes a twelfth strike
And the people in the town are heading home on bikes
The car brake lights are jewels
And the people dressed in white remind me of ghouls
The cattle in the field are dozing off to sleep
And this is a memory I am going to keep
The green leaves are now looming shadows
And in the church I hear the sound of cellos
The poetry below is by Yrs 3 & 4, Paxcroft Primary School, Wiltshire, produced in my ‘dragon’ workshops there in September 2015.
Here’s a link to photos from the day on the school website: http://www.paxcroft.wilts.sch.uk/skylark-2/
I’ve taken lines and verses from each child’s poem and combined them to form several class poems here.
Watch out for Ice Blasting Dragon!
He feels like a boiling kettle, boiling madly. Sam R.
He goes darting and dashing
like a shooting star in the pitch black sky. Libby C.
He goes twirling through the clouds
like a spinning top. Ellie C.
He goes terrifying people in the town
like a skeleton at night. James M.
He goes sneaking in the woods
like an M15 agent. Serena S.
He goes bouncing through the jungle
like a crazy kangaroo. Rhys L.
He goes leaping and jumping
like a kangaroo on the hot ground. Alfie D.
He goes flying like mad,
like a deer in the air with wings, flying for the first time ever. William O.
Watch out for the Golden Glow Dragon!
…He goes roaring off
like a rocket with rabbits. Harvey T.
He goes front flipping
like an acrobat who has gone bonkers. Beau H.
He goes crazy like a clown,
he goes twirling like a ballerina. Gabriella F.
He goes evily crazy, like a baddy doing somersaults.
He goes sneaking and tiptoeing
like a secret spy robbing gold. Jakub M.
He goes in thorn bushes to get spikes to protect him
like a tortoise protecting himself. Maisie H.
He goes to town in South America, like a running tiger.
Sometimes he flies like an owl. Daria G.
Watch out for the Shining Star Dragon!
He goes pouncing extremely fast,
friendly like a cuddly pet cat. Callum D.
He goes twirling round the classroom
like an elegant ballerina. Rachel I.
He goes jumping like a frog,
he goes spiralling like a tornado. Simon K.
He goes shooting at the moon
like rocket just after lift off. Jamie B.
He goes to the African jungle
like a pouncing tiger and flies like an eagle
and runs like a cheetah.
He goes to God when he is sad
like a part of the planet falling down. Nikola
Watch out for the stormy, skyscraper dragon!
He goes sprinting spirally
like a lightning bolt in the sky
changing its mysterious ways. Tyler T.
He goes bonkers like a robber climbing on walls
ROAR! Jacob S.
He goes whizzing, spiralling
like a ballet teacher spinning in a hall. Phoebe S.
He goes exploding, whizzing, buzzing
like a bee on fire coming out of a volcano,
burning on the rock. Kaitlyn M.
He goes twirling up, down, around and around
like the earth, but faster. Ellie G.
Watch out for the moody, evil dragon.
He goes swooping, screaming
like a tornado storming in the sky. Lauren W.
He goes like a clown jumping through a hoop of fire. Caleb T.
He goes cartwheeling over the circus audience like an acrobat. Isobel D.
He goes bonkers like a very silly clown. Paige G.
He goes climbing through the jungle
like a hamster climbing up his cage.
He goes crawling under broken branches
like a crawling puppy under a child’s bed. Ruby H.
He goes rushing, cartwheeling and spiralling
like a rabbit in Wonderland, late for a party.
He goes sitting, daintily
like a granny on your birthday saying
“Oh, it’s wonderful to see you”. Olivia C.
This poem was created by a Yr 2 group, with a little support from their teacher, at Treorchy Primary School, Rhondda, in my ‘Creepy Crawlies’ workshop.
This poem is by Richard Brummitt, age 7, Yr 2, Johnston Primary School, Haverfordwest.
My castle is…
Gloomy and green,
And pitch black.
It has an attic and the attic has cobwebs.
It is enchanted and ancient.
Dragons guard the castle
And the dragons breathe fire.
It is as big as a sky scraper.
It is as green as an emerald.
Inside there lives a dragon who rules the land,
Who likes to burn servants to toast!
Link to display of poems from my workshop at Llangan Primary School, Vale of Glamorgan: http://llanganyear34blog.wordpress.com/2013/10/13/our-poems