Inside this ...

Inside this diary holds my memories & secrets,
Waiting for a dark mistress to open it, 

and read it, so they can spread it.
It is a shape of a square or rectangle.


In the darkness, people lurk at you
Creeping and crawling behind you,
Like a sneaky snake.
It hisses at you but as soon as you turn around
There is nothing but darkness.


Inside a spears stomach holds the death of a thousand men, 

it holds history of thousands of memorable warriors.

Its blade is made for piercing flesh like a bullet shooting through organs,

its long wooden body is made to be held by a mighty warrior’s fist.
Its structure helps it to fly and glide like eagle soaring through the sky,
The diamond shaped blade drinks the blood of generations mighty of warriors.

Object Poetry

The calm strumming of a ukelele,
takes my worries away.
As you feel
the strings just melt
in your heart,
but when you can't focus
it just tears the song apart.
You can smell the fresh new song
in the air
when I'm pulling out my heart strings.


The broom scrapes the floor,
taking the dirt off the ground like a vacuum
sucking everything in it's way.
The broom is brown like wood in my hand,
giving me blisters.
Blisters, burn like boiling water.
I smell wood in hard tech
with dust around me,
tickling my nose
till I 
sneeze.

Poetry from Week 2

Yellow like a blasted hot sun

like wild fire.

Tastes like spices burning all the way down.

Tastes like burnt tomatoes.

Exploding overcooked cheese balls

and smoked suns burning

out of my nose.

Zeus is the god of the sky

like an eagle watching from up high

Poseidon is the god of the sea.

like a seagull hovering above the sea

to find a feed.

Athena is the goddess of tragedies

like me trying to find a way

to get rid of my peas.

Baby blues soft like the bright sky.

Speeding waves crashing though

the rocks.

Freshness spreading through the whole

of Auckland

hearing the wind swishing past.

Anger is red like living hell

raging through my veins

and crashing everything

in it’s way.

Homework Week 3

One of our reading groups has been reading about Māori kites and suggested kite making for homework this week.  

1. Read some of the websites.
2. Make a kite.
3. Write instructions on how to make it for others.  

Websites

Did You Know?

A kite site with lots of design ideas.

More kite ideas.

Speed kite.

Poetry of Colourful Emotion

Room 5 have been exploring poetry of colour and emotion.  Here are some of our first attempts.

Crying is grey like heavy rain
falling from the sky.
It makes me feel like there is no one to turn to.

Shyness is baby blue
like the sea rocking gently 
also like a bird flying high
into the baby blue sky.

Joy is yellow
yellow like the sun shining on me.

Sorrow is blue like the cascading waves 
and also like the water dripping down.
It slowly slides through my body
It reminds me of the time 
I fell and scraped my leg,
It makes me feel sad
like a lonely boy
It makes me want to cry.

Depression is grey
like dusty old cobwebs
like the empty grey sky
on a rainy day.