Student poems
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Silver Owl
By Kayla (Year 7, Russley School)Every time I see it
Every time I wear it
It reminds me of you, my beloved cousin
I remember when you said -
My stress toys
By Hugo (Year 8, Balmoral School)My Sensory Sam stuff, I got them last year when I was
going to the phycologist (I go to every few weeks on Friday)
and she showed me some stress relief toys and the ones I
found that I liked were an infinity cube and a weighted lap -
As Thunder Splits Stone
By Monika Arnold (Teacher, Relief teaching)This stone I hold in my hand is special to me
I held it tightly when I was taken
As the government thought this was the duty of charity
To take me from my ancestral cradle -
Ode to a Timepiece
By Alisa (Year 10, St Cuthbert's College)My senses, dimmed as you moved in the dark
Ticking off charts and numbers, going on forever
My heart slows down to your humming tune of the harp,
One minute past, I have failed, yet you’re still clever -
Hottie, my Toy
By Willow (Year 3, Russley School)My toy is important
because it helps me not have nightmares
in the scary night time.
It is cute and fluffy with twinkly eyes and a beaked nose -
My violin
By Mira (Year 5, Croydon Public School)When my violin rests beneath my chin
The heavy burden on my shoulders takes flight
And flutters away like butterflies, gliding in the fragrant breeze.
My ears stop and listen -
Headphones
By Olive (Year 6, Wollongong Public School)Power on,
Connected.
Sliding over my ears and closing the doors behind it,
Sealed off from the outside world. -
Fairy Godmother
By Phoebe (Year 8, Balmoral School)A while back we got a gift,
It was magical, powerful,
A protecting goddess,
She waited till we fell asleep, -
There is a painting in an antique shop that reminded me of you
By Grace (Year 11, Ormiston College)No bigger than a walnut,
Framed in a tiny slice of weathered glass
Cork back pressing it to the screen
I look at you through the pane. -
Old Bear
By Henry (Year 9, Nelson College)Bringing happiness and joy
A friend who is always there for you
Listening to all the secrets you tell
Who will never forget your love -
Nana's Opal Ring
By Milla (Year 6, Russley School)As round as a basketball flying through the air
Marbled like a tie-dye shirt
Clasped like my hand in my Nana's
As we walk through hagley park -
Raining Minors
By Jacob (Year 5, Cairns School of Distance Education)Flattened 3s, 6s, 7s,
interesting tonality.
Growling progressions
disturbing harmonics -
Friendship Holder
By Lily (Year 8, Reddam House)A friendship-holder a story-teller and forgiveness-giver,
grasping heart in hand
a lantern of memory, glistening Auntie’s visage
It is what makes me, -
The Gravestone Outback
By Ruby (Year 6, Woollahra Public School)A hole is dug out and a coffin laid inside,
I sit above, cemented in the soil, guarding the beloved soul,
They think I can not see, cannot feel,
Every day she comes to visit, -
My Doll and Me
By Meijing (Year 4, Manurewa East School)Her blonde, curved hair runs like a squiggle,
Mine black, runs like ink down my back.
Her tall, lanky body like a netball pole,
Mine short and dainty like a fairy. -
The Red Leaf
By Frazer (Year 6, Gladesville Public School)The light shone at the bright red leaf
That sat in the middle of the room late at night.
Without sense or reason
Nobody knows where it came from -
My Cricket Bat
By Orlando (Year 6, Illawarra Christian School)Your cherries as red as a new leather cricket ball,
Your signature murmurs the voices of cricketers in their glory days,
I can still see the little wooden chips in you from when we were little, it feels like it was just yesterday,
Your rubber edging is so comfortable it is like lying on a cloud, -
1x4 brick
By Ron Barton (Teacher, Comet Bay College)They don’t know it yet,
they think they’re only building
spaceships and castles.
They don’t realise this is the way -
Ode to a Timepiece
By Alisa (Year 10, St Cuthbert's College)My senses, dimmed as you moved in the dark
Ticking off charts and numbers, going on forever
My heart slows down to your humming tune of the harp,
One minute past, I have failed, yet you’re still clever -
A Chain of mysteries
By Anika (Year 13, Glendowie College)'Soul-less chunks of metal'- that's what the world sees.
Can you take a look through my eyes, please?
I cheerfully received my first key chain at seven,
bound to a dainty doll- it was a little girl's heaven.
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