Student poems
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On Reconsidering My Typewriter
By Spencer Davis (Teacher, Clarence High School )Typewriter of Hemmingway, my wife’s gift,
Wrapped, serviced, set upon a writing table
Early on my rainy June, branches shift,
And soon, unsure fingers strike in able -
Karate Trophy
By Bryn (Year 6, Russley School)Walking up to the front of the room
I heard cheering from the crowd
I see my family,
photos and staring people and a gold trophy -
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 -
Exploding Pixels
By Oshadha (Year 10, Southland Boys' High School)I stare at it, fogged eyes, memories stinging; a headache nothing can heal
a black and white photo, under a layer of dirt, unframed – a man, a woman, a child: me
the untouched jagged ends from an old-styled printer, which made mum cry every night, alone
the blending black and white pigments that made me think until my brain cells deformed my emotions… -
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 -
Midnight clock
By Akira (Year 7, Lyneham High School)tangible stillness
you’re
stuck
midnight -
An Orange
By #9010 (Year 9, Columba College)A sunny globe, sweet-tart juice running down my fingers in
small rivulets. Summer itself, captured in a golden fruit, with
a tang of chance and unknown. The heat of baked dry long
days wrapped in a leathery skin. Bringing with it memories -
Trinket Box
By Kate Wilkinson (Teacher, Illawarra Christian School)She holds a box in her weathered hands
Tiny treasures; trinkets of time
Shells from sands they once walked together
As waves chased away the stress of the world -
Memories
By Taylor (Year 5, Balgowlah Heights Public School)Its solid silver surface, cool under my fingers
No detail forgotten, every intricate scale sculpted with care
Bright red eyes, red as hot magma
He prowls around my mind -
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, -
My Soccer Ball
By Meriyem (Year 5, Manurewa East School)My soccer ball.
Bursting with colours as it shoots across the field like a rainbow.
The colour is as vibrant as the green pitch I play on.
As blue as the sunny daytime, when the crowd cheers my name. -
What My Soccer Ball Can Do
By Kerstah (Year 5, Manurewa East School)Soccer is my life.
My mum knew this when she bought me a brand new soccer ball.
I unwrapped it for Christmas and felt very happy.
I play when I feel sad and suddenly everything seems okay. -
The Clock
By Nechama (Year 7, Beth Rivkah Ladies College)The clock is sitting on the mantle.
Tick tock, tick.
The clock is watching me.
Tick tock, tick. -
Mother of Pearl
By Sophie (Year 7, Russley School)My thumb rubs against its lumpy shell
In the sun it shimmers like gold
It’s solid like a rock
If I lose it I'll crawl in a ball -
Campfire
By Emma (Year 5, Murrumbeena Primary School)Fire crackled
Embers flew
Logs burned
And ground was glowing red hue -
Keep on Dreaming
By Aira (Year 11, Takapuna Grammar School)What is your dream?
Who are you, what do you see in the mirror
Walk your own path, even if there are thorns
Be what you want to be even for one day -
Things in my garden
By Harriet (Year 1, Encounter Lutheran College)Look closely and you will see a garden is a mystery
A blue trampoline, bouncing bouncing
A swing that makes me feel like I am flying like a bird
A squeaky slide, Waving trees -
Abuhu Birds
By Bridie (Year 9, Villa Maria College)When the abuhu birds fly up high in the breeze the clouds watch in awe.
The birds flutter in the breeze and I catch a glimpse of the golden wings.
I looked up into the crystal blue sky and saw the abuhu birds flutter down and land on my chest.
Their golden wings shimmer as I lay down on the grass. -
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, -
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
