Student poems
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Midnight clock
By Akira (Year 7, Lyneham High School)tangible stillness
you’re
stuck
midnight -
Prayer Cap
By Riyan (Year 10, Christmas Island District High School)The cap sits on my head, like the moon smiling.
It is a piece of puzzle.
The cap has been here since I was an infant.
It is always there when I pray. -
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, -
Pounamu / Greenstone
By Iritana (Year 5, Manurewa East School)My pounamu, my greenstone.
As green as the harakeke used to weave a basket together.
The smoothness is broken by curves that move like the ocean.
It is small, but has the strength of Maui’s hook. -
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. -
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 -
Greenstone
By Cheya-Leanne (Year 4, Manurewa East School)As green as the grass, or a lily pad.
Part of nature, sways with the trees.
My eyes are reflected in them, the same green.
My dad gave it to me, happy is my heart. -
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 -
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 -
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. -
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 -
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 -
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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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 -
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 -
Greenstone
By Marc (Year 8, Balmoral School)The smooth stone sliding through my palm.
Light reflecting off the dark green surface.
Slowly breathing in and out.
Getting ready to be on the court. -
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 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. -
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.
