Student poems
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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. -
My Collector
By Madeline (Year 12)a collector.
she smiles,
with flames upon her eyes.
crinkled dry, -
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 Pounamu Necklace
By Hollie (Year 7, Russley School)as green as fir trees
smooth as freshly washed hair
unusual swirly patterns within
like the shell of a gastropod -
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 -
Sticker Dot Doxology
By Blake Nuto (Teacher, St. Michael's Collegiate)I have this reel of golden stickers
And I place them like God, the galaxies.
When I was a boy
Making delicate, deliberate offerings -
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, -
Midnight clock
By Akira (Year 7, Lyneham High School)tangible stillness
you’re
stuck
midnight -
Marlin Talisman
By Anton (Year 5, Mona Vale Public School)My little marlin bones
share my connection to the sea.
Others may not think much of that,
but they are bound to me. -
I.D. Smallwood, Makers, B’ham England
By Patsy (Teacher, Craigslea State High School)Well and truly deceased now
these makers of a brass swivel ruler,
Two lengths etched in inches
1 to 12 rotate to 24. -
PS4
By Byron (Year 9, Lake Illawarra High School)Geometric white rhombus
Fresh new plastic skin
A jet engine roaring to life
Hot and rough -
On Considering The Stapler
By Tom (Year 9, Christ Church Grammar School)Fangs pointed; teeth bared,
Prey oblivious; ready to be snared,
A single push, a crunch, a wait,
Resistance comes much too late. -
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. -
Grandpa’s Compass
By Daniel (Year 4, St Joseph's Primary School, Wandal)This compass I hold, Has many stories to be told,
It belonged to my Grandpa, A man brave and bold, Grandpa liked the bush, Especially the trees,
He loved to roam wherever he pleased, He also loved to hunt and fish, And nothing pleased him more, Than a trout on his dish, Or rabbit stew on his plate, To share with a mate, When wandering in the bush s… -
My Papa Cec's Prayer Shawl
By Jamie (Year 7, Reddam House)The prayer shawl folded in its bag
The tallis of my father’s father
Idle as an unwound watch
Longing for its owner’s touch -
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 -
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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Candle in a Glass Bottle
By Luke Bartolo (Teacher, Glenmore Park High School )Cascading wax like pyroclastic breccia in pastel hues of
pink and purple and violet-blue
trowels across the candle-surface in lumpy deposits of
calcium-winter-carbonate -
Handkerchief
By Emilie (Year 12, Havelock North High School)Red-bordered handkerchief,
crumpled and worn;
fibers that crunch
as I peel back the folds. -
Phone
By Cooper (Year 7, Lake Illawarra High School)Black
Inside a square box
A screen
Inside an old dinosaur
