Student poems
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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… -
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 -
My lucky neck lace
By Loni (Year 8, Balmoral School)Last year my friend gave me a necklace before he left to
another country cause his dad had a sponsorship we still
talk on calls but each day i pray for a good day and for my
family and friends to be safe when ever i play a match i kiss -
Handkerchief
By Emilie (Year 12, Havelock North High School)Red-bordered handkerchief,
crumpled and worn;
fibers that crunch
as I peel back the folds. -
Foundation
By Lourdes (Year 10, Villa Maria College)A small ornate bottle
Filled with a solution
A solution to many girls biggest fears
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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 -
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 -
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 -
My Special Shell
By Oliver (Year 4, Russley School)It is as rough as a pinecone, as light as a feather.
As white as a cauliflower, and as bright as the sun.
I put it by my ear, and hear the crashing waves at the dock.
It smells like the salty sea and breezy trees. -
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 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. -
My Collector
By Madeline (Year 12)a collector.
she smiles,
with flames upon her eyes.
crinkled dry, -
A whiteboard marker
By Hakea Hustler (Teacher, Broome Senior High School)The whiteboard marker,
Marked the hearts and minds,
Of many open book,
For everything she gave, -
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, -
Colours of the Rainbow
By KateSeven colours
scatter like marbles
reflected on the white walls
of our grey society -
My pony best friend oreo
By Katy (Year 7, Horizon School, Auckland)I met this creature,
This creature means everything to me,
Life wouldn't be the same without this creature,
If i lost this creature i would have no one to share secrets -
Talismanic poem
By Jake (Year 8, Balmoral School)I have a special object, that only belongs to me.
It's very common, but mine is different.
My object has travelled New Zealand.
My object has survived many wears, years and tears. -
The Ring
By #7472 (Year 9, Rangiora High School)I smiled at the ring that I had found in the sand, I knew I
would have magic powers once the gold touched my hand.
I bent down slowly, to get a closer stare, and reached out a hand,
which shook with anticipation and fear. -
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 -
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.
