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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
is
HUMIDITY.
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.

 

 

 

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

Sl
i m e
yucky stinky
slimy stick-icky
gluey squashy
s l i p p e r y
squishy
g o o
the
sl
u
g

 

 

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.

 

 

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.

 

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!

 

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!

 

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

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.