Sound and Touch Poems

Sound Poem

I like the sound of the biscuit crashing down on the white-capped wake, 
our rusty clocks tick tocking in the night, snowballs splattering on my face, 
the metal jug boiling in the busy kitchen,

bacon sizzling in our pan, 
my mum calling me out of my cosy bed.

By Riley

Touch Poem

I like the touch of

the slippery surface of my bedside lamp,

the gritty feeling of my noisy rice bubbles,

the silky feeling of my little sister’s nightgown.

By Riley

I like the sound of

birds chirping in the morning,

the lovely voices of children singing,

the whimpering sound of my dog when is scarred,

the purr of my cat when she is peacefully asleep.

Keira

I like the sound of

the back boot closing,

the bubbling of the pot at tea time,

the doorbell ringing,

the stapler clicking,

the click of the seatbelt,

the ice sliding across the table,

loud cars going past,

Jake

I like to touch of

the cold door handle first thing on a sunny morning,

the warm fluffy toys in my lovely room.

Lucy

I like the sound of

birds tweeting, telling me its time to get up,

the news on T.V. when I’m waking up on a lovely day,

the meow of my cat telling me she wants outside or feed.

Lucy

I like to touch

my cats warm fur when I wake up in the morning,

the cold murky water in the river when we take our dog for a walk,

The smooth white pages of chapter books,

The bumpy hard metal of dad’s wonderful creations.

Alana

I like the sound of

my big cat purring when it is happy,

pretty birds singing outside my yellow window,

the tick tock of my cousin’s nutons cradle, my trees rattling when I shake the leaves,

The meow of my starving kitten,

pages turning in a book.

Alana