Personal Poems

A collection of Personal Poems I have kept or students have chosen to add from the poetry classes I have taught.


For students adding your poems to this page:
1. Copy the template below (inc dashed lines at bottom).
2. Paste it at the top of the last poem.
3. Fill in each part.

TEMPLATE

Poem Name

Short statement about your poem. Maybe why you did it or how you got your ideas.
Paste poem here.
(Name, Class, Year)


The Warrior

This is a personal poem about my past and the present

I am a survivor.
I am all the things of my past.
I am my father’s blue eyes.
I am my mother’s weak mind.

I am all I see.
Boys playing footy on the footy field.
Girls dancing in the ballroom.
Love being broken.
Hearts being healed.

I am all I hear.
The beating heart of a new born child.
Brothers yelling at sisters.
Parents arguing.
The traffic on busy roads.

I am all I feel and taste.
The chips and gravy in my mouth.
The water I drink when my mouth gets dry.
The bitter taste of coffee.
The milk that fuels my body.

I am all I remember.
The words my mother once said to me.
The reassurance that they love me.
The times I spent with my other family.
The feeling of sadness when I missed them.

I am all these things.
I am like a butterfly, wrapped up in a cacoon waiting to break free.
I am the warrior of the future.

Charli (7/8 2017)

The Deep Thinker of the Future

This is a personal poem about me
I am a survivor.
I am all the things of my past.
I am the eyes of my mother.
I am the maths brains of my father.
I am all I see.
The house being renovated.
Video games being played.
I am all I hear.
Birds chirping in the trees.
Dogs barking at foxes.
I am all I feel and taste.
Apples crunching in my mouth.
The sweat taste of cake.

And all I remember.
The first day of school.
And all the times I almost died.
I am all I think.
About what I can do.
And about what would be different if I died.
I am all these things.
I am like a crow,
Smart and free.
Because
I am the deep thinker of the future.
(Ky, 7/8, 2017)


I am the Unique Woman of the future.

This is a personal poem about me.
I am a child of a broken home.
I am all the things of my past.
I am the long hair from my mother.
I am the eyes of my father.
I am all I see.
Trains coming through the small town.
Learning from my mistakes.
The drama in the schoolyard.
The sparkling stars shining bright.
The sun and the moon
In the sky.
The children judging me.
I am all I hear.
The bark of a dog.
The whispers of the children.
Lectures from my parents.
Names I do not appreciate.
Teachers telling us what to do.
I am all I feel and taste.
The loneliness when I sit by myself.
The warm cheesy taste of margarita pizza.
The times when I feel proud of myself.
I am all I remember.
The happy sleepovers and birthday party’s growing up.
The big smiles from my brothers and sisters.
The time when I met my dad.
I am all I think.
What would have happened if I stayed in Melbourne?
How I miss my younger siblings.
What I could become when I’m older.
I am all these things.
I am like a buzzing bee working hard. Bees are under appreciated and feared by others.
I am the unique woman of the future.

(Lilly, 7/8, 2017)


Sucess of the Future

I wrote this poem about myself. I thought some paarts were hard because I don't really know myself.

I am a girl.
I am all things of my past.
I am my mother’s delicacy.
I am my father’s growth.
I am all I see.
The ocean crashing.
The friendships of people around me,
The happiness of people around me.
I am all I hear.
The flashes of a camera.
The screams of people around me.
The notes changing on a Clarinet.
The spine cracking as I read a book.
I am all I feel and taste.
The softness of my kitten.
The pain when I get knocked down.
The saltiness when I accidently take a gulp of the ocean.
The sourness of my dad’s bread.
And all I remember.
When I met my favourite artist.
The pain when I broke my arm.
When I had a tea party with my friend from Melbourne.
A frog in my sandpit.
I am all I think.
I think about where I’ll be in 20 years.
I think about being tumbled about in the waves.
I think my life would have been like if I stayed in Melbourne.
I think about life after death.
I think about leaving Wycheproof.

I am like a Mandala, lots of work done on me but only to have it wiped away.
I am the success of the future.

(Josie, Year 8, 2017)


Star of the Future

This is a poem about myself. I actually found it easy to write.

I am a fighter.
I am all the things of my past.
I am my father’s curls.
I am my mother’s build.
I am all I see.
Netballs or tennis balls being launched down the court.
Naughty brothers fighting in the lounge room.
Gymnasts or acrobats flying through the air.
I am all I hear.
The wind whistling in my ears.
The strings on my guitar being strummed to the rhythm.
The cheering when I do something well.
I am all I feel and taste.
The stabbing pain of something hurting.
The relief when everything goes well.
The sweetness of candy when it enters my mouth.
I am all I remember.
The memories of fun and games with my family.
The secrets being shared with my friends.
The moments that make me proud when I finally get the move right.
I am all the things that make me happy.
Winning the netball game.
Acing the opponent in a game of tennis.
Swinging on the bars in gymnastics.
Seeing everyone happy and smiling.
Watching the birds in the sky or the clouds moving slowly.
I am all these things.
I am like a shooting star flying and unstoppable.
I am a star of a future.

(Holly, 7/8, 2017)


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