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Your Science Poems 2015

Including poems about light to celebrate the International Year of Light and National Science Week.

Twinkling Stars by Harmonie
Whitfield State SchoolTwinkling Stars

Flickering starlight in the night.
Impossible to miss.
Although it seems natural
it wasn’t always like this.

A star is oh, so far away.
Immensely far from here.
Before that light can reach our eyes
it passes through our atmosphere.

Different densities of air
can change the view of starlight’s place.
Its light is interrupted here
compared with outer space.

The twinkling light of a far-off star
is only an Earth-bound view
as stars themselves don’t twinkle.
And now you know that too.


Bright Shiny Rays by CocoBright shiny rays 1
Whitfield State School

What’s never murky or blurry
and couldn’t be foggy or dreary?
What’s ever so bright and full of colour
happy to shine on a polished mirror?

It’s light, illuminating our world
in glimmers and gleams both new and old.
Refracting, reflecting and being absorbed
light gives us life, and light is adored.


Bioluminescence by Harmonie
Whitfield State School

In the deep dark seas, a light shines bright –Anglerfish cartoon
from what, we do not know.
A white-lit glow in dead of night
holds terrors far below.

An anglerfish’s light will show
its jaws, thrust open wide.
And smaller fish, struck by the glow
swim foolishly inside.

How does its light, as bright as day
occur so naturally?
If you don’t know, then I’ll explain
and then we all will see.

Some luminous bacteria
(their light is hard to miss)
are helping deep-sea anglerfish
via symbiosis.

The female angler has a spine
on which bacteria sit.
Their microbe-hostess doesn’t mind.
In fact, she’s proud of it!

Bacteria provide the light
that lures the angler’s food.
And in return those microbes will
get shelter from the gloom.

The two live out connected lives.
Both working hand-in-hand.
Until the fish, without a fight
is caught and brought on land.


Light Duties for a Photon by AvaPhoton
Whitfield State School

Photons who are unemployed
but keen, hardworking, bright
we’d like you to be part of
a brand new ray of light.

To be a working photon
you’ll set the world aglow.
Helping plants to make us food
so we can live and grow.

You have to be a lightweight
move quickly, still be calm.
You must be an optimist
to keep your sparkle on.

After you have left the Sun
aim straight for Earth’s blue sky.
If the photon job’s for you
we’d like you to apply!


Moon Light by Tayler
Whitfield State SchoolMoon 4

Peering through the misty gloom
the light that shimmers from the moon
is never that of its own
but simply a reflection shown
of light-waves from our sunny Sun
beaming over everyone.


Rainbows by Tehya
(Whitfield State School, Cairns)Rainbow file0001227500548

Rows of ripe colour spread through the sky
They look so extraordinarily high
Sometimes vibrant and crystal clear
But often faded and not so near.

When rain clouds clear, the sun shines bright
Then raindrops are dazzled by the light
Which first refracts, then reflects on each drop
As a spectrum of colour bursts with a pop.

Some think that rainbows hold magic and mystery
Myths about gold were believed throughout history
Races on rainbows?  Now that can’t be right
It’s simply the wonderful science of light.


Decoding Bursts of Light by Moona Perrotin

Do we see reality as it is?eye for Moona
A third of the brain’s cortex is engaged
in vision.  The eye has a retina with 130 million
photo-receptors but there are even more

They construct what we see
out of the arrangement of the bursts of light
trapped by the lens in our eye.

Reality exists without us watching.
If our neuro-receptors construct a good likeness
of that reality, it will enable us to survive
better than others of our species and it will be biased
towards our specific needs.

Light is information.
Fitness for purpose is the outcome of evolution.
Fitness for purpose means to interpret usefully
the interface between reality and me.

Things are preceptional symbols only.
Reality is far more complex and fluid
than the crude icons we name as things.
Reality is energy, vibration, light,
is consciousness realised.


Bush Fire  by William
Trinity Anglican School, Kewarra BeachBush Fire

The fire roars across the land.
The ash is like dusty sand.
Motor cars burn and rust.
Family memories turn to dust.

When lives are at stake, no-one’s civil
running from the blood-red devil.
Oh!  Oh, no.  What an awful sight.
The flares, the flares, diamond bright.

Then, when the rain pitters down
the earth colour is a dim dark brown.
They’re safe at last, the rain is coming.
They’re safe at last, from all the running.



I Want To Be A Scientist  by Phoebe
Redlynch State CollegeSci Clown

I want to be a scientist
Observe the world around
I want to be a scientist
Not a boring old clown.

I want to make smart guesses
Hypothesising things
Doing cool experiments
And wearing lab-coat strings.

I want to be a scientist
That studies Earth or Sky
Recording all my data which
Will answer what and why.

I want to be a scientist
Who has a famous name
Receiving Nobel Prizes
So that will be my aim.


The Wondrous Human Body by Sascha
Redlynch State CollegeLou Kilver

Rarely do we think about how the human body works
And instead we live our lives unaware of all the perks.
Each and every organ combined with every nerve
We’re made up of eleven systems, each unobserved.
When we’re sitting down, we hardly stop and realise
How we breathe, digest and perspire, all to our surprise.
Little do we know about the digestive system.
We simply eat the food that appears in our vision.
Did you know these molecules absorbed by our bloodstream
Are all a part of the systems which work as one large scheme.
Every time we breathe out, exhale or perhaps have a sigh
The carbon dioxide is released, do we ask why?
The deoxygenated blood needs to be replenished!


Refraction by Brea
Redlynch State CollegeRefraction

If you
shine a light
through a curved lens
the path your light takes
also bends. This trick is called
refraction. Speed of light
changing from one
substance to


Erbium Haiku by Emily
Redlynch State College

Erbium and tin
are both metals, but carbon
is more abundant.


Human Homeostasis by Jessica
Redlynch State Collegebalance 2

I never knew about my body.
To me, it was all very foggy.
But now that I have studied science
I no longer need any guidance.
Homeostasis is the key
As it controls stability.
Involving all the body’s organs
To regulate our fluid portions.
The kidneys are the most important.
They help to keep our insides constant.
Their roles are really quite simplistic:
Stop the body going ballistic!
They regulate the body’s water
Keeping mineral ions in order.
They also move out extra waste
While glucose, proteins, stay in place.
Overall, I’ve become a genius
Since I’ve proved this marvellous thesis.
It’s simply an essential basis;
Human life needs homeostasis.


The Moon by Alistair
Redlynch State College

Floating high.
Later on
The morning sky.


Volcanology by Zayli
Redlynch State CollegeVolcanology

Do you want to know
what makes a volcano go?
First you add some bi-carb soda.
And inside the same container
you put in some vinegar.
Shake, shake, shake
pour, pour, pour.
Watch it bubble
it bubble, it bubble.
This is what it looks like
when you replicate a volcano.
You take acid & base.
Watch out when
they touch.
Watch it bubble
it bubble, it bubble.
The bi-carb base tries to
neutralise the acidic vinegar.
They react, making carbonic acid
which fizzes out carbon dioxide gas.
And now you know what
makes a volcano go!


Tired of Science? by Lia
Redlynch State CollegeApple

Do you like science? Science to me
is Newton’s apple-tree gravity.
Albert Einstein’s crazy equation;
Earth’s seasoned tilt and day rotation.
It’s when Neil Armstrong stepped on the Moon;
How penicillin’s no longer immune.
The theory of evolution;
Starting a carbon revolution.
Organisms still developing;
Why the dinosaurs were threatening.

I think it all started with big bang theory …
but now I’m feeling incredibly weary!


Three States of Matter Haikus by Bailey3 states
Redlynch State College

A solid has a
fixed volume, as well as shape.
Molecules compact.

Fixed volume, no shape.
Most certainly a liquid
has fluidity.

Fills any space with
no volume, no shape.
It must be a gas.



Your SPACE Poems 2014


The Spectacular Solar System by Tahlia
(Trinity Anglican School, White Rock)

Neptune is furthest away from the Sun.The spectacular solar system
It’s extremely cold but still seems like fun.
It has faint, faint rings
and other cool things
like weighing more than a tonne.

Uranus is a giant ball of gas
which has a mega, mega mass.
It is number seven
and looks like heaven.
It would be a dream to go past.

Saturn is the second largest.
Its radiant rings are the best.
It is very cold
and I have been told
that it is way, way better than the rest.

Jupiter has dusk and dawn
ever since the day it was born.
It has a red dot
called the great red spot
which is a huge, huge wind storm.

Mars is a cold, cold desert.
However, it could be pleasant.
With rust in its surface
to mine for a purpose
we’d soon have a fabulous present.

Only Earth is a planet with water
which takes up just more than a quarter.
With heaps of things living
dancing and singing
some creatures are taller, some shorter.

Venus is so very hot.
In size, it’s like Earth quite a lot.
It looks bright at night
like an LED light.
Is 400 degrees hot or what!

Mercury has almost no air.
No human could breathe over there.
It is awesomely dry
like a cloudless blue sky.
I think I’ll learn more stuff to share!


Our Gas Giants by Bea
(Trinity Anglican School, White Rock)

There are four gas giants.  Jupiter is one.Our Gas Giants
But to stay up on Jupiter would be no fun.
Its Earth-sized core is extremely hot.
But its freezing clouds are certainly not.

A bit further out lays the beautiful Saturn.
It’s yellow and grey with rings forming patterns.
When seen through a telescope, Saturn appears
like a shiny round head with a pair of ears!

Uranus is next.  It’s the coldest around.
Like a marble rolling along the ground
it orbits our Sun, side-ways on.
Winter lasts 42 years long!

Then far, far away is a mysterious place.
Methane gives Neptune its stormy blue face.
So there, now you have it.  They’re gas planets four.
They’re the furthest ones out.  But there might be more.

These giants are cold.  The sun reaches barely.
Made of gasses and dust, could life survive?  Scarcely!


Space And Beyond by Charlotte
(Trinity Anglican School, White Rock)

Did you know that we live in a curious place?Space and beyond
The universe, which you know as Space.
There are trillions of planets like Earth and Mars.
Also billions of suns which we know as stars!

Now in the Space is the Milky Way.
Our Sun lives here, which we see every day.
At six thousand degrees on the outside, our Sun
would turn you to ashes in 1-2-3 done!

Last but not least is Earth, our home.
There may be life on Earth alone.
But nobody really knows that’s true.
I think it’s a fact, but how about you?


The Fantastic Solar System by Taliah Rose
(Trinity Anglican School, White Rock)

What planet is grey and yellow and has rings?
I believe it is famous for its icy flat rings in several groups of strings.
Have you guessed this planet yet?
Are you part of the Saturn set?
When you look high in the sky, it sparkles with bling.The fantastic solar system

Venus is the second hottest planet of them all.
It is the second farthest from the sun and is quite tall.
It’s yellow too.
You would need 38,000 km of kangaroos.
It’s also the same size as Earth, the only place you use phone calls.

Mercury is the closest to the hot exploding bright Sun.
I would go there just for fun.
Did you know its atmosphere has almost no air?
You couldn’t possibly get there unless you got dared.
I’m sure it weighs more than a ton.

Have you ever heard of the black hole?
It’s rather scary when you’re told.
It sucks you in
and stretches your chin.
But don’t be scared.  It’s wrinkly and old.


Terrestrial Planets by Lucian
(Trinity Anglican School, White Rock)

The Solar System is filled with planets and stars.
Especially terrestrial planets like Mars.
There are also gas giants like Saturn.
And the Milky Way has a dotty pattern.

The Sun is so very scorching hot.
If you landed there you would fry a lot!
Mercury is very small
and it almost has no air at all.Terrestrial planets

Venus has clouds that reflect sunlight.
Creating a light in the night that shines bright.
Earth is our planet and home which we live on
with a moon that weighs more than fifty tonnes.

Looking like it’s covered in rust
there’s a rocky clump of blood-red dust.
Fourth from the Sun, it’s the planet Mars.
And after that, it’s off to the stars!


Your Poems 2014

There’s an environmental thread through these poems.

Rainforests by Ava
Whitfield State School

Rainforests: beautiful, lush and green.
Bursting with wildlife, a treat to be seen.
One bird starts to chirp an amazing song
then all other birds start to sing along.
A shiny green tree-frog has climbed a tree
as bush bees fly round very happily.
Owls and bats roam in the night.
They’ll not let prey escape their bite.

To figure out their current location
bats use precise echolocation
while owls can see in very low light.
Their vision’s right for sight at night.

And when the night turns back to day
diurnal creatures start to play.
And once the birds begin to cheep
nocturnal creatures go to sleep.

Rainforests: beautiful, lush and green.
This place full of trees is a treasured scene.


Oceans by Sian
Whitfield State School

Beautiful oceans, sparkling blue
so many creatures depending on you.
But sadly pollution is taking them down.
Our oceans fine beauty is starting to drown.

It’s not just pollution that’s causing some harm
but also the atmosphere getting too warm.
As icebergs start melting the sea levels rise.
Pollution solutions we need to revise!


Kelsey May is a spoken word poet and literary student at Grand Valley State University in Allendale, Michigan USA.   Her first book of poems and essays is titled Adrift.

You&aGlobe  by Kelsey May

Let your fingers explore the wonderful
crevices of the globe, sitting aside pen holders,
paper cups, things made of the earth. Your fingertips
smile at the notion that they can “see”

such wonders as the Grand Canyon, Sahara Desert,
Atlantic Trench, all while lifting a mug of cocoa
to your lips, adjusting the volume on
your shuffled playlist.

The leaves will brush up against
the windowpane, then kissing their glossy skin
to the lightsource like insects. Do plants ever feel

cold? You’ll shudder a glacierwide dread, counting
your blessings that you aren’t spending the night
beneath a bridge. But that would never have been

you anyway. Your fingers will find the Pacific Ocean
and think nothing of the plastic island as big as Texas.


Linda Poon is an undergraduate at the State University of New York (ESF) where she is studying ecology. She lives in Brooklyn with her cat and piano.

Cellular Life by Linda Poon

Isn’t it beautiful
that we are made of cells?
So simple, yet so complex
so small and yet so powerful.Onion cells by Asagio from morguefile

Busy inside us
replicating, dividing
growing at a rapid pace.
Supplying us with energy.
Giving us life.

So simple, yet so complex.
A myriad of cells
interacting with other cells.
All united in one.


Merrissa shares her love of physics, chemistry, astronomy and everything mysterious with her two daughters.  Her passion is creating glow-in-the-dark jewellery with her husband at Clover 13 in Texas USA.

GravityAll’s Fair In Earth’s Gravity
by Merrissa Sorrentino, Grand Prarie

Here is a lesson you won’t learn in class.
A gravity concept that leaves out the mass.
So pull out some paper and start taking notes.
There’s a moral inside that is getting my vote.

Gravity acts on us all as the same.
It doesn’t point fingers or play silly games.
We all hit the ground with the same exact speed
if we fall the same height.  No-one gets in the lead.

The black and the white, and the shades in between
are treated as equals.  The way it should be.
Light as a feather or heavy in weight
nobody comes in a second too late.

The good and the bad, the large and the small
they all become weightless when in a free-fall.

It doesn’t have favorites, or need to choose sides
a fact that can be easily verified.

The point of this lesson should be crystal clear.
I think that you know what I’m getting at here.
Stripped of our differences, one thing remains.
Deep down inside, we are all just the same.


Farther into the unknown
by Merrissa Sorrentino

Life is the question.  The answer, a riddle
But somehow we always get stuck in the middle
A complex emergence encrypting the code
The farther we wonder into the unknown.
Is it hidden somewhere in our “junk DNA”?
Or deep in the wrinkles inside of our brain?
Does gravity hold the answer inside?
Twisting and warping our view of space-time?

We sift through reality, lacking adhesion
Searching its matrix with no rhyme or reason
With each door we open, two more may appear
So answers become complex and unclear.
Uncertainty certainly plays a big role
By setting a limit on what can be known.
I assume this is how the rabbit-hole deepens
Just as we thought we were close to completion.


Your Poems 2013

Including poems from a Creature Features presentation at Mt Garnet; Volcanoes for Science On The Oval; Sunshine from Cairns Junior Eisteddfod; Mitosis, Synaesthesia, Quantum Reality and prehistoric monsters!

Kinrara Station is about 110km south of Mt Garnet where Robyn can be found mustering cattle.  She submitted this poem for a Creature Features Poetry Quiz.  Do you know what this animal is?




Puggle Puzzle
by Robyn O’Brien

My spiky hair is like your nails
but I only have a tiny tail.
My nose is long and covered in dirt
but unless you’re an ant, you won’t get hurt.

Some say my name is quite extreme.
I belong to the family Monotreme.
A single egg hatched in ten days.
Born blind and hairless, in a daze.

After I’m born, they call me a Puggle
and in Mama’s pouch I love to snuggle.
My hairy spines grow in three to four weeks.
Then snuggling mother could cause some shrieks!


Ché lives and works on a station in remote northern Queensland and participated in a poetry session I held at Mount Garnet State School in August 2013.  I loved Ché’s poem about the biggest flower in the world – Rafflesia arnoldii.




Flies In Utopia
by Ché Damant

The jungle is where I silently sit.
Flies and bugs all around me flit.
From far, a beauty beyond compare.
But get too close?  You shouldn’t dare.

My scarlet flesh is ripe and raw.
Its putrid smell will rot your core.
But carrion-flies I will torment.
They just adore my deathly scent!


Blowing Up A Riddle by Harmonie
Whitfield State School

I’m an underwater mountain
In the middle of the sea
And if you want to scuba dive
It’s possible you’ll find me.

When boiling magma gets too hot
Too hot for me to bear
I blow my top and I erupt
Sending ash into the air.

But when I am doing this
Magma has a different name
It’s known as lava, even though
The two things are the same.

When magma is still underground
It makes my insides rumble
When it’s bursting out as lava
My outsides start to crumble.

If you haven’t solved this riddle
I’m a mountain that might blow
So better heed my warning signs
For I’m a VOL-CAN-O!


Sunshine by Harmonie
Whitfield State School

Sunshine is an ingredient
In most nature recipes
Like beautiful coloured blossoms
On a jacaranda tree.

Sleeping in the winter
They are woken up by spring
And as the purple colour forms
You’ll hear birds start to sing.

A recipe for beauty
Always contains the Sun
And when it comes to nature
Sunlight is number one.

When a butterfly shows its colours
There’s just one thing it needs
Coz it’s nothing like a flower
Or some itty-bitty seeds.

Now here is the ingredient
And this the butterfly knows:
Sunshine is the only thing
That makes its colours show.

Another nature recipe
Is photosynthesis
All plants must use the sunlight
When they are doing this.

Nothing on Earth would be alive
Without photosynthesis
Because the plants make oxygen
And we need it to exist.

And yet another recipe
Is energy from sunlight
Which everything on Earth uses
By day, if not by night.

We use the Sun’s energy
For more than just its light
But the Sun’s not powered by batteries,
That cannot be right!

If you have solar panels
Then you would use the Sun
It would be your power source
That’s how your lights would run!

But the best thing about sunlight
Is how it makes me feel inside
To me, when the Sun is out
The world is open wide.

On those perfect sunny days
We like to have some fun
But there’s someone we ought to thank
Yep, that’s right  –  the Sun!


Greg Crowther is Acting Assistant Professor in the Division of Allergy and Infectious Diseases at the University of Washington in USA.  His web pages include music scores, videos and lyrics he’s created about science.  Here’s some science lyrics Greg has written about cell division.

by Greg Crowther

Mitosis is a process (mitosis is a process)
by which a cell divides (by which a cell divides).
A sequence of four phases (a sequence of four phases)
by which it must abide (by which it must abide).

Prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase
(prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase)
Prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase
(prophase, metaphase, anaphase, telophase).

Now prophase is the first phase (now prophase is the first phase)
the chromosomes appear (the chromosomes appear).
In metaphase they line up (in metaphase they line up)
at the middle of the sphere (at the middle of the sphere).


The chromosomes are split up (the chromosomes are split up)
as anaphase goes by (as anaphase goes by).
And telophase then seals ’em (and telophase then seals ’em)
in brand-new nuclei (in brand-new nuclei).



Laura lives in London, England and shares her experiences with having Synaesthesia (where two or more of our senses – sight, sound, touch, taste, smell – respond to a stimulus most of us would only identify with one sense).


This Thing Called Synaesthesia
by Laura Hindley, UK

“That smells like Beethoven!” I excitedly exclaimed to my class at school.
To which they sniggered, poked fun and continued to be cruel.
I, of course, knew what I was talking about completely
and gritted my teeth whilst forcing myself to smile sweetly.
The object of controversy lay ever so still on my wooden desk.
Gleaming with yumminess, very soon to become a crumbly mess.
The Christmas Pudding still emanated a classical tune
with which Handel and Bach would have both been over the moon.
Misunderstood by most people who witness my quirky senses and thoughts
little do they know how the miscommunication in my brain renders me rather fraught.

Oh how my life would be much easier
if I didn’t have this thing called Synaesthesia.

Just the other day I had a friend round to my house for tea.
I asked “Does your chip butty taste like circles?  Or is that just me?”
Since a look of pure confusion passed across his animated face
I quickly took back my tangled remarks with a great amount of haste!
He told me that his sandwich only tasted of bread and chips
followed by a request to teach him how to taste shapes and even give him some tips.
I explained that my brain was just wired in such a way
causing my sense to cross over, with me unable to have any say.
The astonishment in my friend’s face made me feel like a super-hero!
Not the loser from school who felt like a complete zero.

Now my life is becoming much easier
Because I have this little thing called Synaesthesia.

I’ve become quite a celebrity within my school it would seem.
Especially when I say that Mrs Munro’s lessons sound like the colour green.
Instead of laughing at my condition, children stand rooted to the spot, amazed.
They’re asking me questions repeatedly.  I’ve become quite a craze!
I excitedly skip to school every morning with new stories to tell my friends
of how my Mum’s chicken curry tastes like a rectangle with pointy ends.
I feel sorry for the children who pine for my super-powers
and pretend that they can taste sweets when looking at flowers.
This is a gift that I would definitely never wish away again
for I wouldn’t be as happy with my life if I had a different brain.

Why did I ever want my life to be easier?
I’m blessed with this little thing called Synaesthesia.

Merrissa shares her love of physics, chemistry, astronomy and everything mysterious with her two daughters (including this poem about Quantum Reality).  Her passion is creating glow-in-the-dark jewellery with her husband at Clover 13 in Texas USA.

Quantum Reality
by Merrissa Sorrentino, Grand Prarie

When we start peering deep inside the tiniest of things
far beyond what human eyes are capable of seeing
the sub-atomic world defies the laws of entropy
and particles begin to act with uncertainty.
If we measure one’s velocity, position or its mass
it causes other magnitudes to become less exact.
A photon for example may just simply disappear.
The act of observation makes its outcome more unclear.
A particle of light can also double as a wave.
A duality that’s sure to leave you scratching at your brain.
It comes down to this.  Of the view we once had;
what wasn’t now is, what is will soon pass.
Physics and light-speed, black holes and time.
All of these seem to be intertwined.
Like the fabric of space bent around a large mass
the gravity of this can be hard to grasp.
It will make you go mad, then beg for some more.
That’s what all those crazy equations are for!
Will we ever find a theory for all?
One that unites the large with the small?
Or will it continue to boggle our minds?
Forever entangled between space and time.

American published poet Kevin D Taylor has written a sonnet inspired by Alfred Tennyson’s The Kraken – only Kevin’s poem is about a real monster that lived during the Cretaceous Period.  Around 100 million years ago this formidable reptilian predator swam in the seas whilst dinosaurs roamed on the land.

Find out more about the fossil Kronosaurus queenslandicus at the Australian Museum’s website.

by Kevin D Taylor

Through outspread spans of oceanic murk
While from him every fearful fish-form flees
Intrepid, to where lessers dare not lurk
Descends the ancient monarch of the seas.
Leviathan surpassing all for size
At whose first glimpse the craven pale will dread
He casts the shadow of his regal head
Across the fluid realm that is his prize.
Concourses of molluscan creatures fill
His potent jaws as masticated fare
And mingle with devoured crustaceous krill
Seized in the death grip of his agile fangs.
In depths unfathomed timelessly he hangs
Skulking and watching with an icy stare
For who is next to be his captured kill?

Your Poems 2012

Poems about Cyclones, Humidity and Evolution.

Destruction by Zoë (age 11)
Whitfield State School, Cairns

Hurricanes, typhoons
Tornadoes, cyclones
Devastating, dangerous
Destructive and demonic

Category one
Category two
Category three, four, five

The roar of the wind
Descending upon poor villages
Ripping and wrenching
Roofs off their hinges

Red dusty deserts
Welcome the life-giving rain
When some suffer pain
Others gain

Where broken trees and ripped leaves are left to die
Birds and bumblebees will fly


Humidity by Elise
Whitfield State School, Cairns

She can make you feel
very very sticky and
very very icky.

I bet bet bet
she can make you sweat
All day long she’ll feel very strong.
She causes condensation
a soft damp sensation.

She moves with fluidity.

You can’t see her
nor can you hear her.
You can’t tame her or blame her.
She’s only made of water vapour!


Evolution by Claire
Whitfield State School, Cairns

Changes happen every day
Slowly gradually in many ways
Like humans used to be one little cell
Now we are complex strong and well.

What is this process called evolution?
It’s like a slow-motion revolution
Creatures adapting to their home
Wherever they may choose to roam.

Evolution is here in many ways
And doesn’t happen in a matter of days
Adjusting and adapting to a new area
Can take a species many millennia.

Evolution is the fish in the sea
That turned into apes wild and free
From those apes humans emerged
From their trees they scattered and surged.

We wouldn’t be here on planet Earth
If that small cell hadn’t been in the surf
To think we wouldn’t be alive
If one little cell hadn’t arrived.




Your Poems 2011

Poems about slimy things from a workshop at Mossman SS; The Sun & Science Rhymes posters created for Science On The Oval and Weather from students at Edge Hill SS

The Slug by Zoe

Snail by Zoe

i m e
yucky stinky
slimy stick-icky
gluey squashy
s l i p p e r y
g o o



A Belly Full of Slime by Jaymee

What if you were sick
Sick with a nasty cold
Spewing up disgusting stuff
That looks like really old mould

What if it was the mould
That made you really sick
A belly full of slimy stuff
Maybe even a mossy stick


The Sun by Kristen

Science On The Oval poster by Alex

Whitfield State School, Cairns

Let the moon glitter
Let the rain fall
But what we need most of all
Is a sun shining bright

The Sun gives us light
Light for the day

I may be far away
But I’m still as powerful as they say

You may not know this
But I’m fully renewable
Just as gum is chewable
But anyways back on track

I’m a star and that’s a fact!

I’m not the biggest of them all
Compared to them I’m rather small
I’m mostly visible during the day
But at night-time I’m hidden away

Well now it’s time for me to set
Off I go …
Good night!


Weather – poetic lines from year 1 students

Edge Hill State School, Cairns

Sunny weather can make me happy
and makes my armpits sweaty and wet.
Rainy weather makes muddy puddles.
I’d better get a rainproof jacket.
Windy weather flies like a feather.
Snow can make you sniffle and sneeze.
Stormy weather’s loud and scary.
But when it’s finished a rainbow appears.



Your Poems 2010

Claire’s Electricity poem was written for a Science Rhymes presentation at Cairns Tropical Writers Festival presentation; Slime poems are from a Workshop held at Ninelands, Yorkshire, UK

Electricity by Claire

Poster by Jessica

Whitfield State School, Cairns

Electricity runs through my veins
while you are playing video games.
I am a battery, strong but small.
But you would not think that at all.

You would think I’m small and weak.
But my chemicals can hurt if they leak.
Do not ever set me on fire
for my power is too strong to desire.

I am the power of toy trains.
I am the power of video games.
Do not open me for what is inside.
It’s something that is meant to hide.


Mum’s Slimy Horror by Tilly

I made a box with mucous goo
worms and even fish.
I gave it to my mother who
took it as a gift.

She thought it was the shower cream.
When she came out I heard her scream.
She was absolutely covered
in slippery slimy goo.

I hope this never happens to
me and you!


Saliva by Victoria

Saliva picture by Victoria

Smear stretches
squiggle squeezes
yucky gross
saliva’s greasy

Oily splatters
gloopy glops
in my bedtime
saliva drops

When my Dad isn’t looking
I put saliva on the door
It’s no use it just falls off
and lands on the floor.


Frothy Frogs

Frothy frogs are like
squishy slimy slugs
and they eat
squirmy oozy bugs.

They live in
the mucous-filled swamp
and there’s a sloppy icky place
where they eat.

It’s called the Domp.


Slippery Chips by Maegan

Slippery Chips picture by Maegan

Chips are golden ripe and ready
Have I seen some vinegar or ketchup?

I ooze slippery vinegar on the American plate …

Put on some ketchup so the dribbling smooth
slippery chips slip right in your slimy mouth.



Slimy Goo by Irwin

Slimy goo rolls all over my arm
but it doesn’t do any harm.
Slimy goo rolls all around
but it doesn’t make a sound.

Slimy goo is on my hood
then I drop it in the mud.
Oozy goo in my slimy bed
then it drops all over my head.


Jellyfish by Phoebe

Jellyfish picture by Phoebe

Jellyfish are really smooth
They are ever so wobbly
Fish that glide in the ocean
Living in the sea
They’re slimy
Like a snail on a barn gate
You and me think they’re gross
Although we can’t touch them
Because of the sting
When they sting they really hurt you
So here are the jellyfish.


Jolly Jelly by Callum

Jolly jelly wobbling all over
even in the fridge.

Lovely squashy squishy jelly
making lovely jelly waves.

Looking very squished.
Yes it’s very squished.


TV Dessert by Milly

TV Dessert picture by Millie

I like to eat jelly
that goes in my belly

while watching the telly
with my best friend Ellie.



Silly Shampoo by Lauren

Silly Shampoo picture by Lauren

It always falls off my hand
It slops when it drops
It smells of heaven
Always smells of horribly nice stuff

Makes your body covered in shampoo
When it falls off your head
you hair will be smooth as a snake.
That’s all about silly shampoo.



Flying Shampoo by Rosie

Shampoo slops and drops
down on the ground
Flies out the window
spins round and round.


Your Poems 2009

These poems are from students attending the Writers Festival at Trinity Bay State High School 2009

Wild Horses by Stephanie
(Trinity Bay SHS grade 9)

The ground rumbles and shakes
as if nature itself is quivering in excitement.
The untameable wild horses thunder past
moving through the trees
like mist over water
with their loud booming neighs and grunts
they move like the wind through the snow gums.

Daring and cunning they tear up the grass
and prance in circles
twisting and turning
they are pulled by their instincts
living by voices only they can hear.
They graze the vast and open grasses
only to vanish like ghosts
in the silver misty rain.


Graceful Whales by Lauren
(Trinity Bay SHS grade 10)

In the silence of the blue sea
The graceful whales call to me
A long and mournful song
singing and wailing long

Then they appear out of the blue
As if right on cue
Dancing and gliding as if flying
strange giants soaring

Then shooting out of the water
and crashing back down
frolicking and rolling playfully
onlookers laughing gaily

But this is no game
Finding a mate is the aim.


A Patchwork of Word Sounds
(by grade 6 & 7 participants at the Writers Festival)

Whoosh goes the balloon as the air escapes
BangthenCrash I heard a big smash
Ping is the ringtone on my phone
Under my shoe a slug goes squish

The fizzle of a soft drink echoes through my home
The door creaks open as the wind swishes in
A dancing ballerina, pitter-patter pointy shoes
I could hear the whisper of a night-time cloud

The ink black marker against the white board
came with a squeak that squawked
And bunnies are funny when they ping off the ground
or even hop on a mound

Friction is used to stick stuff together
and also to seal your pants!
A zing went bang, a whoosh went squeak
I had to be fast or I’d bleat!


drawing by T England Trinity Bay SHS

Car Go Zoom by Rebecca
(Whitfield SS grade 7)

Don’t make your car zoom
or the engine will go Ka-boom
Then an idea goes ping
and to the engineer you zing
They can’t fix your car
so you suddenly yell ahhhhh!

drawing by T England, Trinity Bay SHS


Harmonic Essence by Tallulah
(Trinity Bay SHS grade 9)

A flutter of wings erupting through the air
The chirp of birds sounding everywhere.
The shed door banged shut by a farmer in fleece
Interrupting the pure serenity and peace.

The gruff footsteps of his boots
putting the sounds of nature to mute.
But once his presence has disappeared
the harmonic essence has reappeared.

The flutters and chirps of birds are now clear
These pure signs of nature detected by the ear.


Hero by Natalie
(Trinity Bay SHS grade 8)

As his cape swishes forward
the hope glints in our eyes
anticipation for our hero to arrive.
The crashes, the pops, the booms
they lift our spirits high.

The culture of the superhero
is well and truly alive.

She’s standing there waiting.
The story’s heroine
watching our daily lives
waiting for crime to strike.
Ready to leap and stop the villain.

As a child we wear their capes
to feel confident, invincible.
All throughout our lives we still keep
our masks and capes
in the form of make-up and fancy clothes.

To give us the confidence of a hero.


Rushing River by Bec
(Trinity Bay SHS grade 12)

A river rushing roaring past
Desperate not to be the last
Pushing pulling at the leaves
Carry them like watery thieves


Puddles by Daijah
(Hambledon SS)

As I splash through the puddles with my muddy boots
I listen to owls making their hoots
For everyone is gone and the town is quiet
On this lonely night

drawing by T England Trinity Bay SHS

The Noises I Hear by Liam
(Whitfield SS)

I hear the crackling of leaves
the whoosh of the wind
The crash of the waves against the shore
I sit on the sand beginning to bore
I hear the crunching of sand
The stomping of feet
The bleating of sheep


The Strange Sound by Lily
(Freshwater SS grade 6)

One night as I lay awake in bed
a strange sound flew over my head
I shot straight up and peeled my ears
and then I thought I heard it near.

I jumped out of bed and flicked on the light
to find there was nothing in sight
Except for my room and my bike-lock key
and then I saw it. A little bee.


Lemonade by Kate
(Trinity Beach SS grade 6)

Fizzle went the lemonade
Almost ready and made
Bubbles pop at the top
and sizzle and fizzle
like excited whispers
of happy children
And when you drink it
you get a sudden tingle

Favourite Sounds
(by grade 8 & 9 participants at the Writers Festival)

I like the sound of old creaking trees
and the sound of a fly on a mid-summer breeze
The giggling glee of children’s false fright
or thunder on a stormy night.