English

Writer’s Workshop

Here are some poems written in Mr Oakes’ Writer’s Workshop class, semester 2, 2017

Repetition Poem – by Kelsey Moylan

Cringeworthy Eighth Grade Emo phase

Is how I describe it to my peers

But from that phase I grew

I grew into the person I am today

The things I learnt two years ago

Will help me two years from now

Cringeworthy Eighth Grade Emo phase

With the black hair and the black eyeliner

With the heavy metal and sadness

But also with the great friends

Developed with similar interests

Friendships I shall cherish forever

Cringeworthy Eighth Grade Emo phase

I will ever be grateful as I learnt

I learnt to be myself

To stand up for what I believe in

To go against social norms

That things DO get better

Eighth Grade.

Greatest Years Monologue – by Kelsey Moylan

Studying and studying and studying

Gaining friends and losing friends

Heartache and heartbreak

Attachment and addiction

Expectations and bullying

Disappointed parents and failed grades

If these are the greatest years

Gee, I can’t wait to grow up!

Personification Poem – by Meg McAuliffe

When Autumn comes

I shake my arms bare

I say goodbye to the birds

As they flee from my hair

My friends all leave

But new ones come

They rustle in the leaves

And soak up the sun

As the sun starts to set

My friends scurry from the cold

But I stay standing

Strong and bold

Six-Year Old Me – by Montanna Woods

If I could meet six-year-old me

What would I say?

What would I tell her?

Would I warn her of the bad things coming her way?

I would not warn her

Because in the mind of a six-year-old the world is a perfect place

I would give anything to view the world through her eyes again

Eyes that have not seen heartbreak of a different kind

Eyes that never witnessed the loss of a parent

Never seen or felt the wrath of society

The eyes of six-year-old me

I Remember – by Hafza Bakhiet

I remember the day my sister was born

I remember I gave her the name

I remember me crying because the name got changed

I remember me telling Mum that Hafza was a nice name for a baby

I remember Mum saying do you only want to name this baby because of your name?

I remember saying “yes” because there will be two Hafzas!

I remember asking dad for chocolate

I remember dad asking me what flavour

I remember my favourite flavour wasn’t there

I remember me crying again

I remember going to different shops to find it

I remember I ended up getting it!

Van McCann – Sonnet – by Tayte Earle

I hear that sweet beloved voice

The one that runs like honey

He moves as if he has no choice

A man worth more than money

His face composed and heavenly

The music picks up so quick

How deep my love I wish he’d see

How fast my heart does tick

He plays this tiny simple song

His strums are clear and light

How he holds the note for so long

While he grips his guitar so tight

His beauty is pure like the whitest dove

How I wish he would know he has my love