ORIGINAL POETRY
WRITTEN BY
STUDENTS OF WARILLA HIGH SCHOOL
IN 2004
INTRODUCTION:
The material collected for
this publication was written by students in years seven, eight, nine and ten
for English class in 2004. Some students included their analysis of their work.
Some students provided their names and some included illustrations. Pages may
be accessed by scrolling through the book. Where pages are left blank the
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Special commendations are noted on the contributions. Students were instructed to Òwrite about something about
which they felt strongly.Ó The subjects range from beach, surfing, pets,
hobbies, sports and everything in between.Ó
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Poetry Book Alphabetical List with pages
TABLE OF CONTENTS ALPHABETICAL LIST OF CONTRIBUTERS WITH PAGE
NUMBERS
PAGE
B
Steve Balli (Year 7E) About
Cats 15
Caitlin Barton (Year 9) The
Quad 68
Nadine Boreham (Yr 9) My
Dog Freckles 13
Michelle Brajkovic (Year 9) War 70
Mat Burgess (Year 8) The
Day of all Days 50
C
Aaron Cartwright
(Year 7) My Dog Sandy 5
Jay Cieplucha
(Year 8) Dark Water 4
Sam Clarke (Year 7) The
Cat 84
Jake Colless-gorsuch (Year 7)
The Fierce Wind 72
D
Tom Denyer (Year 9) Untitled 57
Brooke Donovan (Year 7) My Dog Cozmoe 65
Ben Dormer (Year 10) Untitled 56
Christine Downton (Year 9) Afraid 6
Christine
Dragovic (Year 8) English poem 19
David Dragovic
(Year 9) A
Place 25
E
By Naomi Elliott (Year 7) My Dog Chloe 71
Damian Evans in (Year
7F) WhatÕs My Day Like? 21
F
Brooke
Fitzgerald (Year 7) Why couldnÕt we get along? 26
The Movies 77
G
Matt Garcia (Year 8) The
Lonely Bums 80
Trisha Glover (Year 7) The
Dog 28
Michelle Heyman (Year 10) Why
I love you 46
& Flowers
27
David
Hopkins (Year 7) Hunter 76
I
Shantelle Illic (Yr 10) Anger 49
J
Nari Jaque
(Year 7) Soccer 78
Timothy Javier (Year 7) The
Beach 69
Dylan Johnson (Year
8) Free
RidinÕ 58
& Sunlight 75
Daniel Jhonson (Year
7) The
Last Samurai 8
&
The BMX Crash 73
M
Brent McCracken (Year 9) Pit 62
Lisa McLennan (Year 8) Abby 52
Milos Milovanovic (Year 10) The Cod
Jovanka Mitrevska (Year 7) My Cat That Drowned 30
N
Terry Nietner (Year
10) A
Falling House 36
Paul
Norris (Year 8) Waves 35
O
Michael Olive (Year 7) Football 64
P
Aimee Pack (Year 9) My
Dog Rolly 71
Daniel Palmer (
Year 7) Surfing
Days 66
Douglas Pearce (Year
7) The
Bike 54
Stacey Peters (Year
7) My Mum 44
Michael Petinga (Year10) The Old House 39
Robert Petkovski (Year 8) Trouble 42
R
Alex Renes (Year 10) Fleas 18
Jessica Rey (Year 7) The
Mall 54
S
Whitney Sala (Year 10) Love
Is a Sad Game 56
Jamie Sangster (Year 7) My
Car! 29
Darko Sekuloski (Year 7) Soccer
T
Ben Thomas (Year
7) The
wave & 60
Sindy Tiang (Year
8) Candy 38
Matthew Tynan
(Year 8) The
Afternoon 31 59
V
Joel Vaughan (Year
7) Surfing
With Dave 79
W
Orry Weir (Year 9) The
Sniper 14
Damien
Wilder (Year 8) The Moon 63
&
The
Cat 74
Alex Willis (Year 8) Sister
Ginger 51
Z
Sam Zaboyak
(Year 9) School Can Be Cruel 48
TOCPoems04
TABLE OF CONTENTS LIST OF
CONTRIBUTERS
TITLE POET CLASS PAGE
List of Contributors
already recorded: 21/7/04
A
B
Steve Balli (Year 7E)
Mat Burgess (Year 8)
Caitlin Barton (Year 9)
Michelle Brajkovic (Year 9)
C
Jay Cieplucha
(Year 8)
Jake Colless-gorsuch (Year 7)
D
Christine Downton (Year 9)
Christine
Dragovic (Year 8)
David Dragovic
(Year 9)
Tom Denyer (Year 9)
Ben Dormer (Year 10)
By Brooke Donovan (Year 7)
E
By Naomi Elliott (Year 7)
Damian Evans in (Year
7F)
F
Brooke Fitzgerald (Year 7)
Nadine Boreham (Year 9)
G
Trisha Glover (Year 7)
Matt Gaarcia (Year 8)
H
Michelle Heyman (Year 10)
David Hopkins (Year 7)
I
J
Dylan Johnson (Year
8)
Daniel Jhonson (Year
7)
Timothy Javier (Year 7)
Nari Jaque
(Year 7)
K
L
M
Milos Milovanovic (Year 10)
Lisa McLennan (Year 8)
Jovanka Mitrevska (Year 7)
N
Paul
Norris (Year 8)
Terry Nietner (Year
10)
O
Michael Olive (Year 7)
P
Michael Petinga (Year10)
Robert
Petkovski (Year 10)
Douglas Pearce (Year
7)
Aimee Pack (Year 9)
Q
R
Alex Renes (Year 10)
Jessica Rey (Year 7)
S
Whitney Sala (Year 10)
Darko Sekuloski (Year 7)
T
Sindy Tiang (Year
8)
Matthew Tynan
(Year 8)
Ben Thomas (Year
7)
U
V
Joel Vaughan (Year 7)
W
Orry Weir (Year 9)
Damien Wilder
(Year 8)
Alex Willis
X
Z
Sam Zaboyak
(Year 9)
Dark water
by Jay
Cieplucha Yr 9
I went for a surf
out a reef
Something was
lurking down beneath
I stared in
fright as my wetsuit squeezed tight
Then I thought
something wasnÕt feeling right
I looked at my
watch the sun was dimming like a movie in a cinema about to begin
I got out quickly
And tried to beat
the dark
By Aaron Cartwright 7F
My dog Sandy: she is hairy
If you hold her
and someone punches you She will attack the person.
And when my mum is
near you
Sandy will jump off you and jump on
my mum.
She likes playing
with next doorÕs dog
And the dogÕs name
is Buster.
Next mouth she
turns one year old. 
Afraid
By Christine
Downton Yr9 2004
She wishes she never went
She wishes she
could forget
She wishes for the images to
disappear
She wishes it a dream-
No a NIGHTMARE
She wishes she could
tell
Someone-
Anyone-
But she canÕt
She is scared
Scared to come to school
Scared to leave the house
Scared to answer the phone
Scared to check her emails
Scared of her mobile and who
it may be
Scared of what her friends
may think
Scared of what will happen if
she tells
She told a friend but made
her swear
not too tell or all hell will
break lose
If she tells she may get hurt
She cant tell anyone
Or she risks her friend
getting hurt
But she cant stand the pain
and fright her friend is in
She puts on a tough face for
people to see.
But when she is alone she
breaks down in Shame and Pain.
Shame.
She shouldnÕt feel shameful
it wasnÕt her.
She couldnÕt help it
She couldnÕt stop it
She was forced
She had no choice
It wasnÕt her fault
She shouldnÕt be scared
She shouldnÕt have to act
happy and tough
It should never of happened
But it did and now she has
to-
Remember.
Analysis of this poem:
In my poem I have several
techniques these are:
Rhyme: some examples are went
and forget
Repetition examples of
repetition are she wishes, scared and she are all repeated throughout the poem.
Connotations are found
throughout the poem as many of the words may be associated with other images
examples disappear, nightmare, scared, shameful, happy, tough, images just to
mention a few.
Alliteration is also found in this poem an example of
alliteration is Tell, All, Hell, Will
Internal rhyme is hell, tell
This poem contains 6 stanzas
all free versed.
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By Daniel Jhonson 7E
As they get
ready for war
To start just one last
brawl
With the enemy at the door
TheyÕre not afraid at all.
From on the hill and in the
valley
The enemy can be seen.
As the samurai charge fear of death
One by one they drop and hit the
deck.
Blood
is spilt on that day of honour
As
one is left close to death.
That
is the end of the war
He
is the last samurai of them all.
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Mum came in and said, ÒOk Sally, Please
PLEASE donÕt be sadÉ ButÉ Your dog Corey has gone to a Happy place Ýup there.Ó
I said, ÒMum, I canÕt live like this,
IÕve had Corey since It was a puppy
I trained him EVERTHING he knows.Ó
After a day of my dogÕs death
A man came to my door.
He gave
me a puppy
And It looked the same as Corey when he
was a puppy.
After that I was so happy.
ANALYSIS:
I WROTE THE POEM BECAUSE IÕVE NEVER
REALLY HAD A DOG AND I THOUGHT I WOULD WRITE A POEM ABOUT A DOG DIEING BECAUSE
EVERYTIME I HAD A DOG I NEVER USE TO KEEP IT FOR A LONG TIME. I THOUGHT IT
WOULD BE A GOOD IDEA IF I SHOULD WRITE ABOUT IT BECAUSE EVERY TIME I LOST A DOG
IT WAS LIKE DIEING.
THE END
My cat
My cat is white
It glows in the night
It
is so fat
Just
like a rat
HeÕs teeth are sharp
Just
like a shark
HeÕs
feet are pink
And
they all link
He plays at night
And fights in the
light
My
cat is soft
I
pat him lots.
Analysis
This poems rhyme scheme is
A,a,b,b,c,c,d,d,e,e,f,f
This poem has 3 verses with 4 lines in
each verse and it also has 4 words in each line.
Bibliography:
The
first photo that is first on this work is from the Internet address is:
http://images.google.com.au/images?q=white+cats&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&star=0&sa=n
and
the second picture on this page is from the Internet address is;
http://images.google.com.au/images?q=white+cats&hl=en&lr=&ie=UTF-8&star=0&sa=n
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My Dog Freckles
Nadine Boreham yr 9
My dog had black spots all
over her.
We were one when we got her.
She died when we were 14 and
a half.
She loved to do the death
roll over cockroaches.
Freckles loved kids.
She loved dog biscuits
And loved to drink water and
milk.
www.abc.net.au/eyre/stories/s941426.htm
My poem has some
rhyme ÒherÓ and ÒherÓ. It has
repetition of her. There are no
similes or metaphors. The poem has
one stanza.
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Snipers
by Orry Weir Year 9
Cocks his gun, his gun, his
gun.
He is on the run.
He is still running.
ItÕs not much fun.
An enemy is shouting.
So I dived out of the way.
Boy is he going to pay.
So what did I do, I do, I do?
I pulled out my gun.
I looked into the scope of
the shining sun.
I lined him up in a perfect
way.
He sees me but he tries to
sway.
So what will it take, it
take, it take
To put him down?
One hit.
ThatÕs it.
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About Cats
by Steve Balli 7E
A cat will win a race,
Or draw you in a chase,
They wag their tail,
And follow you trail.
They chase mice for a meal,
And they wonÕt stop for a
kill,
Some cats are fluffy and
gentle,
But other cats are mental.
Some cats are black and
white,
And others are very light,
Cats can be fun,
They can run and run.
A cat can climb up a wall,
But sometimes can fall,
They dig up the ground,
And run round and round.
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Water
Shades of blue rushing
Through
Birds chirping
Creatures crawling
WaveÕs swishing
Blue as the sky
Sun light reflecting
Boats resting
Water that never ends
Moonlight reflection.
Analysis
Water Interpreted
Water is about a beach or a lake that has
birds, creatures
Waves lightly rolling in
making a soft swishing noise, with
Boats softly resting on the
water, with the water never ending
And a nice soft moon light
reflection.
There is 1 stanza with 10
lines
Picture by
learningtobreathe.tblog.com
Destruction
Flames roaring hot
In and out of trees
Raging out of control
Ending all wildlife
Destruction Interpreted
Destruction is about fire
with flames rapidly roaring through
The trees destructing all
wildlife and ending the environment
Leaving nothing but ashes of
what use to be there.
There is 1 stanza with 4
lines
Picture by
www.anbg.gov.au/fire_ecology/fire.jpg
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FLEAS
By ALEX
RENES 10
Josh has fleas,
They live in his hair.
They like to jump
As the people stare.
But these fleas are his
friends,
ThatÕs why theyÕre still
there.
Those hairy little things
Are everywhere.
He sits on his
lounge,
Watching tv,
While these little things
Start to bother me.
They crawl on my hands,
And jump in my ears,
But he still calls them
His little dears.
English Poem
By Christine Dragovic Year 9
Soccer is a sport I play
And I play it everyday
I play it in the rain the
hail and the sun
Just because its so much
fun.
I play with 13 other
people in a team
But I wish I could play
for Australia
ThatÕs my dream!
I wish I could become as
good as Lev Yashon
The best goal keeper in
the world.
He jumps he dives and
catches
In every single one of his
matches.
When IÕm in goals IÕm a
frog in a pond
Jumping and splashing all
about
But in all the doubt
I catch the ball and kick
it out.
As the other team moves
forward I move back
And then a smack!
The ball is hit into the
corner
And as I dive crack!
I hit the ball right out
of the goals
Leaving my gloves with
rips and holes.
But when we win I cheer
with glee
As we have just won
another victory.
The Analysis of the poem!
Well my poem has rhyme
almost all through it and this includes sun, fun, goals and holes and many more
as you might have guessed. It also has a metaphor I it this includes Òwhen i'm
in goals iÕm a frog in a pondÓ. I chose to have these in my poem because I feel
that it was the best way to describe the way I play soccer and how I feel about
it. I also find that its very hard to write a poem using other techniques so I
mainly based my poem on rhyme, as I usually do with most of my poems that I
write.
This picture was found at http://images.google.com.au/images?q=Lev+Yashin&hl+en&lr
The
end...
Christine
Dragovic 8
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WhatÕs
my day like?
By
Damian Evans in 7F
I stumbled out of bed
Scratching my head
Trying to wake up
For the day ahead.
Stumbling in to the bathroom
I tripped over the mat
I thought to myself
Oh what will my day be ahead?
Had my brekky, fed the dog
Walk out the door to meet a mate
Got to he gate and decided to wait
And then realised I am late.
I ran to school
With all my might
When I got there
Everyone thought I looked a sight.
My face was red
My hair a mess
Oh what will my
day be ahead?
Stumbling home
to do my chores
Getting ready
for bed
Thinking back on
today
WasnÕt such a
bad day?
Curling up in bed
Wondering what my day is like
tomorrow.
Running is fun, when you like
to run.
You can run here, there and
everywhere.
You can run to the shops, you
can run to school,
You can run to the pictures,
and even the pool.
When you run you might slide
on your bum,
Or even break your thumb.
So running is fun, if you
enjoy to run,
But if you donÕt you are so
dumb.
I got this picture from the web in famous people.
Analysis
I
wrote this poem because it was all I could think of and it took about 10
minutes to think of it. In the poem I have used heaps of
rhyming words like fun, run, school pool, bum thumb and dumb.
A place
By David
Dragovic
I walk to a place
And on the wall was a case
It had a picture of me
It looked liked me watching
out to sea.
I see an animal
and it was a camel
Its heart is about to burst
And its backside was 20 times
worse
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By Brooke Fitzgerald 7E
Why couldnÕt we be the best
of friends?
Is it because I have split
ends?
Or because you didnÕt care
Or the fact youÕd never
share,
Like the time you wanted to
use my hair dryer, or that time you called me a liar
Why couldnÕt we get along?
Techniques
This poem I wrote has got rhythm and
it rhymes, example, friends and ends, care and share and hairdryer and liar.
WHY I LOVE YOU
MICHELLE HEYMAN YR9
Why I love you
Is because what you do for
me,
The things you say
The things you do
Just for little old me
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FLOWERS
MICHELLE HEYMAN YR9
Flowers I see are very
pretty,
They are green, yellow, red
and what ever you see
Some are big some are small,
Some you can buy in the mall
If you want you can see how
pretty a flower can really be
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The dog
By Trisha Glover Year 7
The dog the dog
She lies. She talks.
She hates boys
Ôcause there not sweet
SheÕs a sweet dog.
She has sweet fur.
She has sweet teeth.
SheÕs a little lab.
SheÕs a cute dog.
She loves the grass
If you know what I mean.
SheÕs scared of the road.
SheÕs scared of bigger dogs.
SheÕs the best. Nobody could
give her up.
She loveÕs cuddlyÕs.
She loveÕs us.
My Car!
By Jamie
Sangster Year 7
Hi my car is
fully sick
It comes with a smile
gear stick.
When I burn the rubber
The wheels scream like a
little bubber.
When I turn on the
hydrolics
They go silly like dumb
alcholics.
When I spin the wheels and do a dohnut
it is in the shape of a
coconut.
When I go screaming down
the highway
I always shout out
ÒAm I going the
right way?Ó
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By
Jovanka Mitrevska Year 7
I had a long lost cat
She died It
hurts so much I creid
The way it
happened is so sad
It made me feel
very bad.
She drowned
We should have
taken the dog to the pound.
She was found
by my dad
While he was working
on the truck.
She also had
very good luck.
Oh why did she
die?
She made me
cry.
If she stayed
here
She wouldnÕt be
in fear.
She was white
and fluffy
With big blue
eyes
She was never
puffy
But always cute
and nice.
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The
afternoon
By Matthew Tynan Year 8
Walking down the
street
My friends IÕve
got to meet.
WeÕre going for a
surf.
The beach is our
home turf.
There we ride
waves.
To the ocean we
are slaves.
A few barrels we
did not catch,
Ones that were
hard to match.
The feeling that
you get
Watching the
waves in set.
Then itÕs time to
go.
On my bike I
roam,
Through the
familiar street IÕve known
As I have grown.
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By: Milos Milovanovic Year 10
He sits alone with only the sounds of the morning,
The birds chirping and the chill in the breeze slowly
flowing across the water.
He looks out but much for the fog on the water is so
thick and heavy.
A small rod in a hand and a wriggling worm in the
other.
He pierces the worm on to the hook and casts the line
with a simple and swift movement.
He sits waiting for the bend of the rod to signal that
he has caught the cod.
While he waits he whistles a soft and gentle tune as
not to disturb the fish.
And then with a flick of the rod he jumps up and
starts reeling with all his might
And to his surprise on the end of that hook he sees,
The cod that he has been waiting to catch and finally
has achieved it.
Murray Cod
ÒThe CodÓ
http://www.nativefish.asn.au/cod.html
It uses repetition an example is the first and third
line.
Which is morning.
Inner rhyme is cod and rod.
The subject is on a boy fishing.
It has 14 lines and is a free verse.
By: Milos Milovanovic Year 10
Beach
The sun is
shining and the waves are rising.
I stand on the cold wet sand with my
board,
In a straight line to
collect my award.
They hold my hand up in
victory
As I claim the golden
prize.
So they all shout
surprise.
photo credit http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=www.leeshin.com/images/wallpaper/surfing.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.leeshin.com/wallpaper.htm&h=600&w=800&sz=119&tbnid=YyMaycWuDlkJ:&tbnh=106&tbnw=141&start=18&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dsurfing%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26ie%3DUTF-8
Analysis
I have some rhyme like the
sun is shining and the waves are rising.
I picked this poem because
I just thought of it quickly so I wrote it.
I choose this poem for 2
reasons
1.
because I just
found it
2.
because I like
the beach.
WAVES
By Paul Norris Year 9
ThereÕs no
greater feeling than riding my board
On a clear and
windy day!
I feel like a
bird flying
As I go above and
through the spray
Over the
breakers I twist and turn
Staying upright
is my main concern
I challenge the
rage of the mighty sea
As I ride with a
feeling of glee
It is like riding
a bucking wild horse
In an attempt to
stay on course
I try to keep my
balance, riding on top of a swell
Swerving in and
out again, doing it so well
Spinning and
sliding I sway with such skill
Trying hard to
avoid my first spill
I feel like a
warrior, victorious and brave
Oh what a thrill
as I conquer a wave
As I carry my
board onto the sand
IsnÕt surfing
grand
By Paul Norris YR9
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The Falling
House.
By Terry Nietner Year 10
The house is
huge,
The walls are
made of stone,
The roof is
shinning like the sun,
The doors are
wide.
The carpet is
soft,
You get a
headache,
When you lay on
the bed.
The tiles lay still.
http://images.google.com.au/imgres?imgurl=www.mff.cuni.cz/fakulta/lib/voda/foto/200802_05.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.mff.cuni.cz/fakulta/lib/voda/foto.htm&h=356&w=208&sz=25&tbnid=kUThVFHprkIJ:&tbnh=116&tbnw=68&start=1&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dfalling%2Bhouses%26hl%3Den%26lr%3D%26ie%3DUTF-8
Analysis:
The structure
of the poem is:
1) 2 stanzas with 4 lines in each
2) Some poetic techniques used in the poem are: Smile and
Metphor.
An
example of Metphor is; The walls are made of stone.
Another
example of Smile is: The carpet is soft.
There
is no rhyme scheme in this poem
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SOCCER
Soccer
is the sort of sport
Where
you run and have
Fun at the same time
And if you score that day
You will get a dime.
If you scored two goals that
day
Everyone yells hooray.
Then the soccer match
Is finished for today.
In this poem there is two
stanzas and also there is rhyme e.g. sort and sport, run and fun.
Candy
Sindy Tiang Year 7
4/6/03
Candy is not a lolly.
Candy is a dog.
Candy loves to play.
Candy loves presents
And Candy is like a present to us.
Candy exercises a lot.
Everyday Candy runs around the house
And she eats alot too.
Candy was sick one day
Everyone was worried.
Now the house is so quiet
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The Old House
By Michael Petinga
The house is as
old as an oak tree,
Deteriorating day
by day.
The walls are made
of bricks,
Everyday
crumbling like bread.
The tiles shine
in the sun,
And shatter in
the wind.
Weeds are growing
through the ceiling,
Everyday itÕs
peeling.
The doors are
closed,
Mumbling in the
wind.
The house is
abandoned
(http://www.rootsweb.com/~mtphotos/sweetgrass/sweet-grass-gibson-old-house.htm)
Analysis
The tile of the poem is ÒThe Old
HouseÓ. The subject of the poem is about an old and abandoned house. This poem
contains one stanza and 10 lines. The rhyme scheme is A, B, C, D, E, F, G, G,
H, I. The 7th and 8th lines of this poem rhyme. The theme
is an old house, which is deteriorating everyday. It uses simile and
personification. An example of simile is ÒThe walls are made of bricks,
everyday crumbling like breadÓ. An example of Personification is ÒThe doors are
closed, mumbling in the windÓ. It also uses repitition an example of this is
ÒwindÓ which is used throughout the poem.
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Another Number Three
I hate the way she looks at me
I hate the way she stares
I hate the way she talks to me,
I hate it when sheÕs there.
The way she gets so jealous
That makes her blood run cold
And the way she treats me
Like IÕm only two years old.
When they say twoÕs company
And that threes a crowd
She doesnÕt seem to notice
As she shouts it very loud.
All the secrets that are hidden
Deep inside of me,
Probably Ôcause IÕm only
Just another number three.
THE CLOCK
Its face lies still
Its hands move fast
Spinning round and round.
The numbers show
And sometimes glow
Yet it only weighs a pound
The tickingÕs loud
The tickingÕs soft
It always makes a sound
But without time
The world would stop
And we wo not be found.
Life and death
What is life?
A gasp of air
ThatÕs held in with a smile
What is death?
A sneeze of life
ThatÕs taken for the while
ItÕs just game
A roll of the dice
The future that we choose,
But like a game
Cheaters play
And we can
easily lose.
TROUBLE
By Robert Petkovski Yr 8
One day I was flying a kite
Then it got out of my sight
Oh where, oh where did it go?
And then the wind it had to blow
It blew; it blew far, far away
While I ran, ran to the bay
I lost it and sat down on a seat
And then finally we had to meet
It was up, up there in a tree
Guarded by a fierce bee
Oh no, oh no what will I do
And then the wind it blew, it blew
It blew that bee far, far away
All the way on the other side of the bay
I climbed up that high, high tree
Then I saw that fierce bee
I panicked and said what should I do?
And then the wind it blew, it blew
I blew out of that high, high tree
Ouch, ouch it really hurt me.
The kite got away far, far away
Away, away from the bay
Oh well I best be off home
Home to be all alone
This
poem has six stanzas with four lines in each stanza. The rhyme scheme is aa bb,
for example kite-site, away-bay, tree-bee and so on. This poem has lots of
repetition like it blew it blew, I ran, ran, oh no, oh no and so on. This poem
is about a boy, who looses a kite up a tree guarded by a bee, but eventually
the kite gets away and the boy goes home alone.
All
pictures from google/images
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My
Mum
By Stacey Peters
She cleans
all day and gets no play.
Got heaps of
friends,
Always looks on the
bright Side of things
Not at the
worst
Always cooks
s
o there is
food on the table
Family
members love her
Always
dresses for success.
By Stacey Peters
My sister has
lots of power
She
is like a wonderful flower
Tenay wants to be tall
But at the moment very small
And todays she going to be bigger.
Tenay
likes to dance
She
wants the second chance
Tenay
has great hands
She
should be in a band
And
she is also is a great sister
I made
this poem by using rhythm and also you see the last three letters of the first
the letters are the same. In the next verse I also used the last three letters
of the second verse all the same letters.
I decided that I would do this poem because my sister and she wrote a
poem about me and also she wanted me to do this poem about her because I was
telling my mum about it and she was giving me ideas and my little sister came
out and said do it about me and thatÕs how I got this poem about my sister
Tenay.
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SCHOOL CAN BE CRUEL
by Sam Zaboyak YR 9
School can be cruel,
Like a bear,
It can give you a scare,
Or give you hope
Like the Pope.
School can teach you many,
many things
Or can be a waste of time
You can try so hard to get a
good grade,
But most people will give up
to get a job
Where you get paid minimum
wage.
When youÕre at school you can
have fun,
Or you flunk out and amount
to nothing,
The teachers can be kind or
they can be cruel
Or they could help you or
give you an arvo.
My Analysis
1. Simile-like a bear
2. Rhyme-or give you hope,
like the Pope
3. Repetition-can teach you
many, many things
4. It has 3 verses
5. It is verse free
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Anger
by Chantelle Illic Year 10
My anger is
a problem,
Yeah, itÕs
pretty sad.
When I just
lose it
I get
pretty bad.
I donÕt
mean to do things
Like punch
you in the face,
But I canÕt
help it.
I go to a
different place.
IÕm sorry
for how I am
Just leave
me be.
But if I
changed
There would
be no me.
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The Day of
all Days
By Mat Burgess Year 8
The wave
was as powerful as a truck
The lip was
as thick as a concrete wall
The waves
looked like a freight train rolling though
This was the day all the surfing gods
came out to play.
The sky was
clear
The crowd
was full
The day was
young
Ready to
bring out the bottle of fun.
The wave was full of adrenalin and
power, ready to blow
The barrel sucked up trying to swallow
the surfer inside.
It looked like a small bit of wood
trying to escape the powerful jaws of a personÕ
This was the day of all days that the
surf gods had fun.
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By Alex Willis
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Abby
By Lisa McLennan Year 8
I have a
dog named Abby.
Her fur is
black and white.
She has
rolls and is all flabby.
She also
likes to bit.
Her breed
is a staffy.
And is a
foot in height.
Her fur is
still soft and fluffy
Like a
catÕs tail after a bright.
Her kennel
is all stuffy
ThatÕs
where she sleeps at night.
Her snores
are oh so heavy
Although
sheÕs not in sight.
And when I
rub her tummy
She smiles
with delight
When she
chases her tail itÕs funny
As she runs
with all her might.
Although
she is a bit shabby
And isnÕt
all that bright
If I didnÕt
have my puppy
Things
wouldnÕt be quite right.
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NOTES:
Conversation between teacher
and Lisa about this poem:
Me: What did your folks say
about this?
Lisa: ItÕs okay.
Me: WasnÕt your mom
impressed?
Lisa: ItÕs a poem. SheÕs not
going to build a memorial for a poem about Abby.
Me: Did you show the poem to
the dog?
Lisa: SheÕd probably try to
eat it. Can I go?
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THE BIKE BY
DOUGLAS PEARCE YEAR 7
I ride my bike day and
night
I ride my bike without a
fright
I ride up and down the
hills
Going down gives me
chills.
I feel as if I can fly
Falling off makes me cry
I wonder how I get so fast
Maybe itÕs from that
windblast
I hate to stack I hate to
fall
But it is okay after all.
I get on the bike to ride
the plain
Before I fall off again.
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The Mall
By Jessica Rey
The mall the mall
How I love the mall.
How can you not go?
How can you resist?
Spending money the fun
Part of it all.
Spending it and listening
To the register ching
ching.
The mall the mall,
ItÕs time to go
ItÕs closing time IÕve got
to go.
Go home tired with twenty
bags
Of clothes IÕll see the
mall tomorrow
To buy some more.
When you go, to the mall
You go to have fun and
shop
Till you drop.
You have to spend every
cent
You have to go to every
shop
Get your nails done
Get your hair done
Get a whole new look.
ThatÕs why itÕs fun
When you go to the mall.
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Love is a sad game
By Whitney
Sala
Love is a hurtful game
Love is a bad game
We all play this game
Not knowing who were hurting
The only one were hurting is
us.
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Untitled
By Ben Dormer Year 10
The human heart is
unsearchable.
Who is to fathom?
Untitled
By Tom Denyer Year 9
Zip goes the steamer
Early in the morning
Rip goes the Velcro of your
leggy
As you walk towards the rocks
to take the jump
You can feel the power of the
waves coming at you
You jump off the rocks and
paddle around to the line up.
Waiting for the set to bring
your perfect wave.
You pick your wave
Start to paddle
Take the drop
And when you make the turn it
feels like youÕve got all the power of the world behind you
You come to the shoulder and
you can see that youÕre going to make it.
Nothing beats that feeling!!
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Free RidinÕ
by Dylan Johnson
Last week I went to catch
some waves
Got in a barrel
Free riding in the middle of
the cove
Caught a big wave but my
friend had to bail
Free riding the wave right on
the tail
Riding along as fast as can
be
Free riding alone, just me
and the sea
Walked into shore and laid on
the sand
Felt really good just to be
on the land
Went back out into the ocean
Sizzling a lot like a boiling
hot potion
At the end of the day
I look back in dismay
As I have to go away
Then I get on my bike
Just lucky I donÕt have to hike.
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The Afternoon
By Mathew Tynan Year 8
Walking down the street
My friends IÕve got to meet
WeÕre going for a surf
The beach is our home turf
There we ride waves
To the ocean we are slaves
A few barrels we did not
catch
Ones that were hard to match
The feeling that you get
Watching the waves in set
Then itÕs time to go
On my bike I roam
Through the familiar street
IÕve known
As I have grown
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The wave
By Ben Thomas
A wave or to be a wave
When IÕm on a wave
All I want to do is rave rave
rave
One day on a wave I saw Dave
Then he wanted to be my slave
But he was always in his cave
If he wanted to be my slave
All he needed to do is catch a wave.
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Pit
By Brent McCracken
Waves
crashing and smashing
As a bodyboard rider is
paddling
Putting his life on the line
for
A deep deep pit
To get it he has to go deep
He has to go back door
Before he gets his pit.
The pit was as big as a house
The rider watching the lip
throw over
As he is in his pit
analysis
This poem has rhyme {e.g. door, before crashing
smashing}. I also used simile (e.g. the pit was as big as a house). This poem
is about a bodyboard rider trying to get a good barrel.
Pit Ð a pit is a barrel on a
wave were the lip throws over
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The Moon
Damien Wilder Year 8
The moon is in the sky.
It is bored and it cannot
die.
The moon is round and white.
It lights up the earth at
night.
It sits there bored all night
and day.
It has nothing to do. It
cannot play.
The dogs howl at it.
The moon goes down bit by
bit.
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Football
Michael Olive Year 7
Football is fun
Football is great
Football is the time
To play with your mates.
You run really hard
And score a try
And kick a goal
Wide and high.
Your mates congratulate
you
With a Hi Five
And say, ÒGood on you mate
You scored a try.Ó
At the end of the game
We sing our song
And then walk off very
proud
After a game so long.
Analysis
I wrote this poem because I like football and it is very fun
to play and it gives you time to have fun with your friends.
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My Dog Cozmoe
By Brooke Donovan Year 7
I have a dog he loves to play. He could chase his tail
all day.
Every time I come home from school
he is always waiting for me at the door.
He likes sleeping on his blanket
right next to me on the floor.
Cozmoe and me are good
friends.
When we play I wish it will
never end.
I love my dog very much.
I bet you right now he is
having his lunch.
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Analysis:
This poem has rhyme in it.
Example: I have a dog he loves to play / chase his tail all day.
It is one verse. I chose the poem on my
dog because I love him and he does funny things.
Surfing Days
By Jake Palmer Year 7
With body board and flippers in
hand as I walked out onto the sand.
The waves were big and
peeling off to the right.
I could have stayed out there
till late that night.
The take offs were steep and
the barrels were hollow.
My heart raced and my throat
swallowed.
I surfed all day till the sun
went away.
And slept all night to start
again the next day.
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The Quad
By Caitlin Barton Year 10
Bodies draped all over it
Yellow and white lines weave
Sounds fill the air
Blowing are the leaves
Concrete are its foundations
Slowly eroding away
Memories etched all over it
Where the kids come out to
play
Slowly do they come and go
Singing cheery song
Waiting for the bell to ring
When they will say so long
The
Quad is a three verse poem. It uses rhyme in the form of a b c b. This happens
in every verse. The Quad is a poem about kids in a schoolyard coming out and
playing in their lunch breaks.
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The Beach
By Timothy Javier
I walked along a beach one
day
The sand moved through my
toes
The sea to my left
And the beach to my right
I took a swim in the great
blue sea
Just as the sun crept behind
And through the horizon line
And in not much time
It had gone dark
I walked home into the
darkness.
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War
By Michelle
Brajkovic Year 9
Miles of rubble,
Burnt plants and towns,
Nothing is left,
Except for the hounds,
Bodies on the street,
Families torn,
The dark clouds are falling,
DeathÕs angelÕs are calling,
And when the bullets are streaming,
Soldiers will be screaming,
The enemies closer,
This is a sad world born.
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My Dog Chloe
By Naomi
Elliott Year 7
My dog Chloe loves to play.
SheÕs only small but will run
all day.
A cute little dog with her
black, tan and white.
She was the smallest of the
litter
But for me she was just
right.
She has big brown eyes that
beckon me each day.
Come, come Naomi please come
and play.
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My Dog Rolly
By Aimee Pack Year 9
I have a dog called Rolly
She has spots and dots all
over her body
Her spots are brown not black
And they cover her whole
back.
She hates water
She is a good fighter
Everybody runs
With a fear of getting wet
SheÕs a bit like a bull
And charges at us when we open the gate
She likes a walk.
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The Fierce Wind
By Jake Colless-gorsuch Year 7
The wind passes by my window
Like a fierce monster
It wakes me up in the middle
of the night
It swings around my bedroom
light
I lay in fright
In the middle of the night
My pajamas reminded me of a
Beautiful soight of
Panorama Heights
I foget about the fierce
Monster outside.
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The BMX Crash
By
Daniel Jhonson
I come to
the track
I went down
the mountains back
I went off a
jump
And hit the ground with a thump
My
mum came
The
bmx course got blamed
I wasnÕt
going to cry
It felt
like I was going to die
I said
bye to my friend
He said it looks like my leg has bent
I went back
home
I was alone
I went inside the house
And nearly tripped over a toy mouse
I felt like the
world has spinning around
I fell to sleep without a sound
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The Cat
By Damien Wilder
There
was once a cat that lived in a big house
That was scared of
the dark brown mouse
The mouse chased it
until it tripped over a hat
And then got stuck
under a mat.
The mouse the bit it
on the tail
And then the cat was
looking pale
The cat was sick of
being chased by the mouse
So the cat moved to a
different house.
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SUNLIGHT
By Dylan Jhonson
The one thing that comes everyday,
Everyday then goes away.
Makes the sky blush at night,
But in the day itÕs very bright.
Rises
in the east,
Rests in the west,
Everyone owns it,
If only a little bit,
Makes the moon shine like a light,
Even at the dark of midnight,
Only here for a couple of hours,
Warms the
world like the hottest of showers.
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HUNTER
By David Hopkins
You are
innocent to the untrained eye
When you play with the ball of
wool you are cute
When you are sleeping you are
cuddly
But really you are ruthless
hunter.
Every night you stalk the hallways
Trying to find fresh meat
When you do it is a treat
Because you do not like canned meat
You do not deserve to be kept
indoors
Because you are a hunter and nothing
else.
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THE MOVIES
By Brooke Fitzgerald
When you go to the movies,
You have to be very quiet.
Some people like
to think,
That they can have a popcorn riot.
But when they find the usher,
Shining a torch in their eyes,
TheyÕll have to walk out the door,
Having to say goodbye!
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SOCCER
By Nari Jaque and
Darko Sekuloski
The grass was green
And the seats of the stadium were clean
The players were getting ready
When they went on the field they were
all not steady.
Pele was watching them all to see which
team
Had the best control of the ball
As half time went to England and
Greenland were at 2 all. They had a drink and England said to each other,
ÒWhat are we going to do?
WeÕll go on the field and
show them
Who is the best at soccer.
There were 20 seconds left
and Beckham had the ball.
He took a shot from halfway
and scored.
All the fans yelled
HOORAY!!É.
and England won the world
cup.
They all stood up and
partied.
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SURFING WITH DAVE
By Joel Vaughan and Ben Thomas
The water was
crystal blue
My board was too
Waiting all morning to go for a surf
Finally got to go for a surf
Sitting on my board waiting for a wave.
Then I saw Dave,
He was on the wave
When Dave fell off his board
He pulled out for another set
Then when I went out I got very wet
Then I pulled on the wave
And then u raved raved ravedÉ.
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THE LONELY BUMS
BY MATT GARCIA
There was a man,
He lived in a gutter
His name was Fred
He had no bed.
He has a friend named bob
He has no job
They lived on the streets
Under the seats.
Which they like to eat
Lots of meat
They saw a dog
They thought it was a log.
They found a
scratchy
They won a lot
Then they bought
A lot of grog.
He and his friend
Used all the money
Now they are poor
And sleep on the floor
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The Cat
By Sam Clarke Year 7
That cat is very fat
ThereÕs no doubt about that.
He likes eating the rat
With the little top hat
ThereÕs no doubt about that.
He sits at the window
Watching the dingo.
When mum calls my name,
ÒRingo,Ó
She goes: ÒStop watching that
dingo.Ó
ThereÕs no doubt about that.
When IÕm in the car
Mum goes, ÒDo you like my
car?Ó
Ringo goes, ÒNar, nar, nar.Ó
ThereÕs no doubt about that.
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