Middle Years

Year 7 Poetry

This term, the year 7 students have been engaging in an exciting writing unit of Poetry. While not everyone's favourite topic, 7C rode to the occasion and produced some incredible poems that reflected the many skills we were looking at in out developmental rubrics. They used figurative language such as metaphors, similes, personification and imagery.

Michaela Piritidis 

English Teacher

Cinquain Poems

Dumbledore 

Wise, Magical

Protecting, Cursing, smiling 

Amazing wizard

Professor

By Charlie Cincotta

Tiger

Fearsome, Intelligent 

Stalking, Waiting, Hunting

Tigers wait stalking there prey

Big cat

By Tristan Beaugeard

Narrative Poems

I was standing out doors.

When suddenly i fell 20 floors 

I somehow didn't die. 

Yet i still wanted to cry.   

I was thinking about this strange mystery.

When suddenly i had a epiphany! 

I must be in a dreams 

Yes, that is what it seems 

But now i ponder 

How do i get a transponder? 

I pinch my arm 

And wake up with quite alarm 

I am finally free from the nightmare 

It felt like i could've died there. 

By Hayden Brooks

The whispers in the willow

They follow to my pillow

The curtain shrugging back and forth,

My quilt trapping in the warmth,

The morning traffic passing by,

Making my head hurt,

My alarm clock goes off there I lie,

Already late for work,

With a companion cup of coffee,

From platform, to train,

Heading towards the city,

With the pitter and patter of rain,

Rain has stopped, 

The day is clear,

At long last,

The destination is near,

Just arriving, 

not a trouble in sight,

Over the speaker, 

flinders street station on your right.

By Farell Paton

Sitting in the dim graveyard, walking along

slowing seeing all the pathetic flowers

wither.

I begin to tilt my head down to see a ruffled

note sitting next to a stone, 

It makes me shiver,

As curious as I was, I looked away turning to the gate, 

But instead I decide just to take a peek of what's inside. 

In the darkest days,

when I thought I'd never live,

he was my sunshine.

Was this love? Or heartbreak.

Crunchy leaves break like paper shredding as I walk to the italic writing on the stone,

Realising that the handwriting was mine.

I look back up to the sky and realised 

I was dead. 

By Lauren O'Brien

a hundred thousand more

One night when im about to turn off my phone, 

I see your text, 'goodnight, i love you'

 and i suddenly feel like im not alone

But how should i respond to the words 'i love you'

i can say endless things, filled with words i didn't even know i knew

words that would cut like a dagger, or heal like a scar

words that show character, and the ones you can notice from afar

but for you, i want to say infinite things

and let my heart say words that fly to you with wings

i want to tell you that you're all i ever needed

but in that i have not succeeded .

when you're around my heart seems to stop,

my tongue starts to twist, making my words flop

my stomach starts swarming with butterflies

and you don't seem to notice because im under a disguise

i want to tell you that your smile shines brighter than a star ever could

and i can say that a thousand times, but never think that i should.

i cant help but think about your gorgeous eyes

the brown mixed with the green and the amount of each is just the right size

your voice makes my heart jump

and the words i want to say gather and roll into a clump .

but i cant tell you that .

so what would i tell you when you say 'i love you'

id tell you a simple answer, 'i love you too'

because i don't want you to know all the things i feel and that my anxiety gets in the way,

my words start to mix up and crawl back in

and all the things i want to say are kept within, 

So i type the words 'i love you too' into my phone

Because I never want to say something that will make you go away,

but i want you to know that i will always have a hundred thousand more words to say.

-r

No word could define how much 'i love you'

By Riana Muir