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 Education » Teaching resources › Poet/Makar/Bard › Rhymetastic!

Matthew Fitt led a series of workshops with P5 pupils at Preston Street Primary, during which they had a wonderful time exploring lots of different ways into writing poetry. They experimented with describing some pretty cool colours, they imagined what it would be like to be a tree, they wrote couplets and quatrains (two-line and four-line rhyming poems), thought about a special moment in time and more.

As one pupil put it, "It was brilliant! You use your imagination and it was really fun. We could make them as funny or as daft as we wanted to. It was all Rhymetastic!"

This is only a tiny selection of their poems.


Cool colours

by Preston Street Primary P5 pupils

Yellow

yellow as a laser-beam
yellow as a buttercup
brass yellow
rubber duck yellow
yellow as hot custard
yellow as melting butter
workman's jacket yellow
sunrise yellow


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Black

black as a bottomless pit
black as outer space
shut coffin black
dungeon black
black as a dark alley
black as a slinky shadow
killer whale black
vampire black


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Red

red as bubbling lava
red as a devil's suit
hot chilli red
angry dad red
red as the Earth's core
red as a strawberry lolly
warrior's blood red
baboon bum red


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Grey

grey as a raincloud
grey as a sad mood
wolf's breath grey
old movie grey
grey as a tarantula
grey as a wizard's beard
tornado grey
glum grey


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If trees and plants had five senses…

If trees and plants had five senses like humans (and maybe they have…?) what would they be able to see, hear, smell, taste and touch?


I see the clouds and skies above me
I hear the bird singing high and low
I feel the feet of climber tickle me
I taste the dew of grass around me
I smell the flowers growing on me

Sidra Ali


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I hear the busy bees buzzing about me
I smell the cars' gas on the road
I taste the mud beneath my roots
I feel scratches when children climb on me

Samil Aydin


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I taste the soft clouds ready to burst with snow
I feel the mountain marmots scurrying around my roots

Rachel Flynn


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I hear the wind swirling softly through my leaves
I feel the children swinging on my low branches

Flora Stobart


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I taste the wind blowing slowly
I feel the rain dripping fastly

Jin-Mo


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I see the cars parked below me
I feel the axes they dig into me

Beth Carson


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I see the fluffy clouds and the clear sky
I hear the screeching golden eagle and the whistling winter wind
I taste the rain and the healing water of the spring

Abdul Ahad

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Teaching resources

Poet/Makar/Bard
Look around you
Hands up and listen
First men on Mercury
Arthur's Seat
Ticket for a mile
St Andrew's Day
What's in a name?
Inside the frame
Canongate Kirkyard
Pump action poetry
The senses
In the rainforest
Particle physics
New beginnings
The life of a snowflake
Rhymetastic!
Close your eyes
Exploring poetry
Inventing the world
Pencils, pixels, poems


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