Please name the poet, poem and explain why you like it.
45 thoughts on “Poems you like”
I’m a year 6 teacher at CTKS. When I was in year 6, growing up in Australia, this was one of the poems that we studied. It was written over 100 years ago!
This poem has a lot of relevance for me now, as the poet wrote it when she was homesick living in the UK. She was 19 when she wrote it.
My Country (by Dorothea Mackellar)
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
This Is Just To Say is a snapshot of a poem, a moment in time, a tiny field of 28 words, 37 syllables, 3 stanzas. Although it is very short it leaves us wanting more. Who could the speaker be confessing to? Did you notice the poet doesn’t actually say sorry?
hello Mr Drummond my name is Izu, i like the poem because it is about nature and Dorothea behaving patriotic because she’s from Australia and so are you . I have to ask you though, what is that picture of the giant red rock and i just searched it up and its called Uluru
hi I’m a child and I really love poems and I created one my self.
Here goes:
My city(Daniel)
My city has a lot of places
And a lot of races
Everyone living in crisis
Stressed out and puffed out
My people make delicious food
Others trying to poison fools
The city has a lot of gangs
Making big noisy bangs
Choking people out
Walking around and about
Making the wrong decision
Trying to go into their wright position
Carrying knives and guns
Taking lives and mum’s kids
On the other hand
There is a lot of green lands
Kids play
And get taken away
Kids say their parents are too overprotective
But parents are just trying to perfect them
My city has a lot of faces.
I edited this from the one I did in my school but I think this one is better.
Hi Daniel, You should be very proud of your poem. I like the way you use juxtaposition (placing opposites together) like George the Poet did. It’s very encouraging you redrafted your poem as creating a poem takes time and revisions.
This was my absolute favourite poem when in was in year 6. I loved it so much that I still know it off by heart:
Emma Hackett’s Newsbook by Allan Ahlberg
Last night my mum
Got really mad
And threw a jam tart
At my dad.
Dad lost his temper
Then with mother,
Threw one at her
And hit my brother.
My brother thought
It was my sister,
Threw two at her
But somehow missed her.
My sister,
She is only three,
Hurled four at him
And one at me!
I said I wouldn’t
Stand for that,
Aimed one at her
And hit the cat.
The cat jumped up
Like he’d been shot,
And landed
In the baby’s cot.
The baby –
Quietly sucking his thumb –
Then started howling
For my mum.
At which my mum
Got really mad,
And threw a Swiss roll
At my dad.
Don’t
Don’t do,
Don’t, do
Don’t do that.
Don’t pull faces,
Don’t tease the cat.
Don’t pick your ears,
Don’t be rude at school.
Who do they think I am?
Some kind of fool?
One day they’ll say
Don’t put toffee in my coffee
don’t pour gravy on the baby
don’t put beer in his ear
don’t stick your toes up his nose.
Don’t put confetti on your spaghetti
and don’t squash peas on your knees.
Don’t put ants in your pants
don’t put mustard in the custard
don’t chuck jelly at the telly
and don’t throw at a computer
don’t throw fruit at a computer,
Don’t what?
Don’t throw fruit at a computer
Don’t what?
Don’t throw fruit at a computer
Who do they think I am?
Some kind of fool?
THE THREE REASONS I LIKE THIS POEM
The things the poet says don’t do are funny
It’s a funny idea
There’s some great rhyming
My City
my city has a lot of faces.
But some are found in abandoned places.
My city has a lot of crimes
by buying a lot knifes.
sometimes my city is bad,
but you can still come too the London Dungeon!
This is my city.
Rush hour and packed buses
No space,
Every bodys breath mixing in the air,
No seats available,
No space,
Every space gone,
Every race,
In every bit of space.
Hello my name is zain and I go to Hargrave park school in london and I’m in indigo class I want to share with you my poem based on the Poem BLUE.
My poem Green means jealousy because that is the colour associated with jealousy
Green
Green like the attention-seekers
Wanting fame.
Green like the jealous-loathers calling
Your name.
Green like the houses with
Inferior terain.
Green like the doubters calling
Your dreams insane.
Green like the jealous who want to be rich
Green like the people who want to escape their ditch
Green like the people who desire diamond rings
Green like the people who want everything
Green like those who call you a disgrace
Green like those who want to take your place
Green like those who want the perfect face
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem. Many poets explore colour and its associations. I love the opening of your poem. What was your inspiration for the poem?
I’m a year 6 teacher at CTKS. When I was in year 6, growing up in Australia, this was one of the poems that we studied. It was written over 100 years ago!
This poem has a lot of relevance for me now, as the poet wrote it when she was homesick living in the UK. She was 19 when she wrote it.
My Country (by Dorothea Mackellar)
The love of field and coppice,
Of green and shaded lanes.
Of ordered woods and gardens
Is running in your veins,
Strong love of grey-blue distance
Brown streams and soft dim skies
I know but cannot share it,
My love is otherwise.
I love a sunburnt country,
A land of sweeping plains,
Of ragged mountain ranges,
Of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons,
I love her jewel-sea,
Her beauty and her terror –
The wide brown land for me!
A stark white ring-barked forest
All tragic to the moon,
The sapphire-misted mountains,
The hot gold hush of noon.
Green tangle of the brushes,
Where lithe lianas coil,
And orchids deck the tree-tops
And ferns the warm dark soil.
Core of my heart, my country!
Her pitiless blue sky,
When sick at heart, around us,
We see the cattle die –
But then the grey clouds gather,
And we can bless again
The drumming of an army,
The steady, soaking rain.
Core of my heart, my country!
Land of the Rainbow Gold,
For flood and fire and famine,
She pays us back threefold –
Over the thirsty paddocks,
Watch, after many days,
The filmy veil of greenness
That thickens as we gaze.
An opal-hearted country,
A wilful, lavish land –
All you who have not loved her,
You will not understand –
Though earth holds many splendours,
Wherever I may die,
I know to what brown country
My homing thoughts will fly.
great poem Mr Drummund (not sure if i spelt your surname right Lol)
Keep it up
btw this is grace 🙂
That was funny Grace but I agree with you Mr Drummond done a fantastic job!!!!
wow thats a great poem can you guys look at mine
I like this poem very nice
I really like what you said . It is amazing
This Is Just To Say
William Carlos Williams (1883-1963)
I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
This Is Just To Say is a snapshot of a poem, a moment in time, a tiny field of 28 words, 37 syllables, 3 stanzas. Although it is very short it leaves us wanting more. Who could the speaker be confessing to? Did you notice the poet doesn’t actually say sorry?
Great poem. One of my favourites too.
hello Mr Drummond my name is Izu, i like the poem because it is about nature and Dorothea behaving patriotic because she’s from Australia and so are you . I have to ask you though, what is that picture of the giant red rock and i just searched it up and its called Uluru
hi Izu your reply is fantastic!
hi I’m a child and I really love poems and I created one my self.
Here goes:
My city(Daniel)
My city has a lot of places
And a lot of races
Everyone living in crisis
Stressed out and puffed out
My people make delicious food
Others trying to poison fools
The city has a lot of gangs
Making big noisy bangs
Choking people out
Walking around and about
Making the wrong decision
Trying to go into their wright position
Carrying knives and guns
Taking lives and mum’s kids
On the other hand
There is a lot of green lands
Kids play
And get taken away
Kids say their parents are too overprotective
But parents are just trying to perfect them
My city has a lot of faces.
I edited this from the one I did in my school but I think this one is better.
Hi Daniel, You should be very proud of your poem. I like the way you use juxtaposition (placing opposites together) like George the Poet did. It’s very encouraging you redrafted your poem as creating a poem takes time and revisions.
I LOVE IT!!!!Great job.Did you make that?
this poem is really nice! c:
nice!
yes daniel this is good btw it is kevin
This was my absolute favourite poem when in was in year 6. I loved it so much that I still know it off by heart:
Emma Hackett’s Newsbook by Allan Ahlberg
Last night my mum
Got really mad
And threw a jam tart
At my dad.
Dad lost his temper
Then with mother,
Threw one at her
And hit my brother.
My brother thought
It was my sister,
Threw two at her
But somehow missed her.
My sister,
She is only three,
Hurled four at him
And one at me!
I said I wouldn’t
Stand for that,
Aimed one at her
And hit the cat.
The cat jumped up
Like he’d been shot,
And landed
In the baby’s cot.
The baby –
Quietly sucking his thumb –
Then started howling
For my mum.
At which my mum
Got really mad,
And threw a Swiss roll
At my dad.
~Allan Ahlberg
It is so funny Allan . Amazing
This poem is funny Mrs Wragg
Don’t
Don’t do,
Don’t, do
Don’t do that.
Don’t pull faces,
Don’t tease the cat.
Don’t pick your ears,
Don’t be rude at school.
Who do they think I am?
Some kind of fool?
One day they’ll say
Don’t put toffee in my coffee
don’t pour gravy on the baby
don’t put beer in his ear
don’t stick your toes up his nose.
Don’t put confetti on your spaghetti
and don’t squash peas on your knees.
Don’t put ants in your pants
don’t put mustard in the custard
don’t chuck jelly at the telly
and don’t throw at a computer
don’t throw fruit at a computer,
Don’t what?
Don’t throw fruit at a computer
Don’t what?
Don’t throw fruit at a computer
Who do they think I am?
Some kind of fool?
THE THREE REASONS I LIKE THIS POEM
The things the poet says don’t do are funny
It’s a funny idea
There’s some great rhyming
Thank you for sharing Grace. Who is it by?
I believe this is ‘Don’t Put Mustard in the Custard’ by Michael Rosen. Excellent poem. My class really enjoy his poetry as well.
Highbury Quadrant
Year 6
I love your poem! You must be a professional poet 🙂
hello Daniel your poem is good. It talks the full truth about London. You should be proud of it.
My City
my city has a lot of faces.
But some are found in abandoned places.
My city has a lot of crimes
by buying a lot knifes.
sometimes my city is bad,
but you can still come too the London Dungeon!
This is my city.
by:Ling ling
Hi that is an amazing poem I LOVE THE POEM
Lovely poem Mr Drummond you really though about how London is Great.
AMAZING!!!Keep up the great work
Curling finger,
Catching its preys attention,
To squeeze the life out of it.
Adewale Highbury Quadrant primary school
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curled up finger,
squeezing a fly in it,
so that he can taste the bitterness of it.
Very powerful Irem, if a little disturbing. It’s left me wondering who the “he” is.
Spiked hair,
Relaxing on holiday,
To feel calm and peaceful.
Pointy teeth
Waiting for its prey
Its choosing its prey
I like the way we can infer what it is you’re describing from the clues you’ve provided.
Curling Finger
Ready to attack
Delicious flies
I like the way you’re building suspense very quickly.
sharp teeth
waiting steady to crunch
on its next opponent.
zakaria highbury quadrant primary school
Big mouth
Open mouth waiting for it prey
With out a doubt it’ll swallow you whole.
Great poem
Rush hour and packed buses
No space,
Every bodys breath mixing in the air,
No seats available,
No space,
Every space gone,
Every race,
In every bit of space.
Pointy finger,
Tapping in disappointment,
Gnarled hand grabbing you in pleasure.
By Sara
Thank you for reading my poem.
Interesting Sara. It makes me wonder who is pointing and grabbing.
subway rush hour by Langston Hughes
Mingled
breath and smell
so close
mingled
black and white
so near
no room for fear
Hello my name is zain and I go to Hargrave park school in london and I’m in indigo class I want to share with you my poem based on the Poem BLUE.
My poem Green means jealousy because that is the colour associated with jealousy
Green
Green like the attention-seekers
Wanting fame.
Green like the jealous-loathers calling
Your name.
Green like the houses with
Inferior terain.
Green like the doubters calling
Your dreams insane.
Green like the jealous who want to be rich
Green like the people who want to escape their ditch
Green like the people who desire diamond rings
Green like the people who want everything
Green like those who call you a disgrace
Green like those who want to take your place
Green like those who want the perfect face
Green like those who view life as a rat race
Please give me feed back on my poem thank you
Hi Zain,
Thank you for sharing your wonderful poem. Many poets explore colour and its associations. I love the opening of your poem. What was your inspiration for the poem?