Award-Winning Poems

Plenty IDEALS Committee has been working on an R U OK program and the most recent initiative was a poetry competition in celebration of R U OK Day. The theme was 'Connection' and several submissions were received from students from Years 7 to 12.

Two poems won the competition: Hansikaa Sharma (Year 8) for Committee’s Choice, and Jordan Mihajlov (Year 12) for Teachers’ Choice. 

Connection

Hansikaa Sharma, Year 8, Plenty Campus

I stand away from them

I feel lonely

If only someone knew what I had become

If only

One of them walks to me

I start to back away

But it’s like she can see

Through my façade

She has an inviting smile

A certain type of warmth

If I lied she could tell by a mile

I don’t feel like I have to perform

She asks me the question

R U OK?

I know I don’t have to make a good impression

I can tell the truth, the whole way

She listens as I talk

I don’t feel alone anymore

She’s always there for me round the clock

It makes me feel like I can soar

Words connect to feelings

Feelings connect to emotions

Talking means you’re healing

This is the main notion

Don’t isolate yourself

Connect with those that show you love

You are not a forgotten book on a shelf

When push comes to pull, don’t shove

“Connection” 

Jordan Mihajlov, Year 12, Plenty Campus

He dazed to the stars, wondering where he was

His head was in Mars, but it was out of his cause.

I watched from afar, in my own car,

Knowing I pushed the bar, way too far.

He swayed to the left and to the right

As he squinted his eyes from the bright light.

Oh, how this was not my intention at all,

Even though he wanted my career to fall.

You used to be one of my closest friends,

You read me stories till the night ends.

However, you never showed me your true emotions,

Just asking how you were ended in rageful explosions.

Our connection was strong till the day,

Until my law degree pushed you far away.

He is losing balance, he is losing breath,

Hopefully, he is not meeting death.

 Finally, your balance becomes unstable,

And you hit your head right on the table.

Lifeless on the floor, drained out of colour.

Our connection is gone, and now is my brother.