Student poems
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Pink Robin
By Ishbel (Year 3, Homeschool)A little robin,
With breast of pink,
Its head and tail black,
like ink. -
Rain
By Lina (Year 1, Southern Cross Early Childhood School)Uca mirimiri
There is a muddy puddle
And I am jumping in it.
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The Patient Thread
By Charlie (Year 3, Wollongong Public School)A tiny thread of hungry green,
upon a leaf of sunlit sheen.
A world of stems and vein and dew,
is all it knows the world is new. -
The Koori Knockout Goanna
By Kyole (Year 2, Glebe Public School)Goanna baby
After two years he will be a father.
Goannas are my favourite animal because they are
my totem. -
The Forest That Grew From a Lie
By Tanishka (Year 7, Mckinnon Secondary College)I told them she ran away.
I didn’t say how the argument ended,
or how the river didn’t keep secrets.
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Lutruwita Dreaming
By Charlotte (Year 5, Abbotsleigh Junior School)By the ground I sprout,
yet by the sky I frolic in the wind.
We shimmer where the sunlight clings,
cast shadows dancing golden thin. -
Mycena interrupta —after Sylvia Plath’s ‘Mushrooms’
By Jared (Teacher, Kolbe Catholic College)Undergrowth, vivid
Cyan, a frost-kissed,
Silent saprophyte.
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Touchstone
By Anita (Teacher, Mckinnon Primary School)We are moving again. Not back west
but around the corner
to the top floor of an apartment block.
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Wisdom
By Siân (Teacher, St Scholastica's College)There is nothing straight in nature,
I want to say to my students,
As they sit in worshipful silence
Under a circle of angophoras; -
Forest
By Mark (Year 7, Mount Barker Waldorf School)Run in a forest
Every noise of the city get out
Around you you still have all of sound
Sound of bird, of spring and of land -
Where the Urdlu Burns
By Duke (Year 7, St Catherine's Catholic College)The wind blows
The wallabies turn
But out in the sands
An urdlu burns. -
There's a bump in the road
By Artemis (Year 10, Burwood Girls High School)There's a bump in the road
And at once I am awake
My eyes heavy, glimpses of trees running past
And the wombat scattered motionless across the highway. -
Ini salah kita- It’s our fault
By Darwisyah (Year 10, Christmas Island District High School)Sun shimmering, leaves swaying, fishes swimming
Ini perlu bertahan- This needs to last.
Boat engines starting, water slightly moving, clouds appearing
Ini perlu bertahan -This needs to last. -
Trapped
By Shauria (Year 7, St Columba's Catholic College)The world unfolds like a half written story,
Cartoon outlines of trees and cars and buildings,
Each face familiar with a smile I once wore, -
Once Was Home
By Tianna (Year 10, Christmas Island District High School)I glide through the beautiful rainbow of coral,
the ikan and their kawans swim beside me.
The sun shining on my shell,
A delicious jellyfish dancing in the cobalt -
capillary waves
By Chloe (Year 10, Wantirna College)The ripples of sadness fill my center consumes my days for the storms and clouds fill my rivers from which I cup splashing my face with a cold burning rush often wondering why I’m clouded with such sorrow haunted with tenderness my hands are filled with scars my nails cracked with dirt I wonder why I miss them so much why my head fills with the pa… -
Ard
By Zahra (Year 8, Danebank School)Teta rinsed rice until the water ran clear.
Jiddo grew apple trees in the farm.
they said ard,
and I learned it meant more -
Growing up: Seeding Maturity
By Emily (Year 11, William Clarke College)Better there, through and through,
The light that beams looks so true,
Nothing like the dull canopy faded
Us young ones are shaded. -
I am death; Master of worlds
By Shrihan (Year 8, Glenunga International High School)Without me, shall the mother hold her child dear?
Without me, shall the Banksia burn for its seeds?
Why do you all run from the flames? Why do you fear?
Without me, why shall you live? -
There's a body in the woods (a likely place for one to be)
By Dhaksha (Year 10, Girraween High School)'Midst the toiling of moss and the greedy hand of mulch, is where I lay.
The soiling caress of any dark soothing bed's a simple pleasure,
but the seat above is what beckons my stay,
for I crave a different unmaking.
