This collection of student poetry (some original; some chosen), collated by akonga from across our kura, offers an insight into the poetic works and preferences of our rangatahi.

Hornby High School  World Poetry Day    Poetry Yearbook  2022

CALMNESS Calm is green It feels like lime It smells fresh Looks like nature with trees filled with greenery Sounds like breeze with the nature Feels calm, sleepy and cold. Anon

HAPPINESS Happiness is yellow It tastes like a sugar &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;rush It smells like a fresh batch of cookies It looks like wide pure smiles It sounds like endless laughter Happiness is a warm and wonderful feeling to 	Experience 	&nbsp; Anon

LIVING How we live is what makes it real Life is a bit crazy sometimes But it will be OKAY! Anon

I Am I am love I am joy I am sunshine I am friendly I am gratitude I am Samoa by Charis

TĪEKE Talented Independent Eager Kind Imaginative by Bailey

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The Perfect Day I felt a warm breeze bounce off my body as I walked I could taste the fresh air as it flew past me. I could see the dark heavy clouds disperse, while I heard The birds chirping I smelt the flowers as the pollen brushed them by Daisy

The Storm As I dream 	among the rising sun, I’m awoken 	by the howling wind, clouds on clouds 	fill the horizon as I’m waiting…. &nbsp;for the storm &nbsp;to pass, 	just as 	something moist 	&nbsp;splashes among 	&nbsp;my 	strands 	of 	hair. by Alazae

Poem Writing a poem A dictionary tour The Saugus maze So many words to conjure The vocabulary haze A whirlwind of letters Pieced together like a puzzle Some words make you feel 	better Like a reading 	muzzle Anon

Flowers Fragrant and bright Swaying, growing, blooming They always make me happy - blossoms by Hollie

Sunflower The sunflower was yellow; it felt like the water was shallow, it was as soft as a Pillow Anon

Leaves Colourful dead leaves Falling gently to the ground Capturing the eyes

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I CAN I can see the trees moving in the wind. I can feel the wind blowing around me I can taste the fresh air I can smell the blossoms on the tree I can hear the birds singing by Michaela

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Sadness Sadness, just like when no-one comes to your birthday party, oh how miserable and painful. I hear silence, Nothing but the cold hard rain lash down onto the grass giving life! But also taking the excitement and thrills of kicking a ball around with mates away from the children. I taste the bitter wind penetrating my throat. It hurts. It’s a problem, but such is life. I feel the wind, freezing cold, on my body. It’s too cold. Today is such a horrible day. by Oscar

Ukraine Bombs are exploding, Guns are firing, People are dying, They invaded my country. It’s my Ukraine. They blew up a hospital, A preschool too, My president is fighting, I’m still alive, Unable to know what to do, we have no food Please help us We are begging you. Anon

MY HOME In Arabic they call it “Manzili” “Cara mia” in Italian “Ma maison” in French “Aking tahanan” in Filipino “Mi rogar” in Spanish A home is not just a place, it can be a person or someone, where you can rest and rest with .. A place you can return to over and over &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;again. Anon

RAIN Flooding houses water splashing outside wanting to play in the rain crying by Laisa

Life A Journey &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Attitude &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;of Gratitude &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; Peace

Dark Clouds Thundering in, It gets muggy, then it gets cold, I feel a drop fall on my Face as I look up at the dark sky I see droplets on the concrete, Oh no! It's raining! Quick,&nbsp;get inside! Anon

Our vision at Hornby High School is to be a CENTRE OF CREATIVE EXCELLENCE - he puna auaha. It would be a little odd to make such a claim if we didn’t then celebrate the wide range of creative aspiration, endeavour, and product, generated by our wonderful rangatahi. We do so in many ways. This collection of student poetry (some original; some chosen) around the time of the 2022 World Poetry Day is one such celebration.&nbsp;The original works (and those selected from other sources) are many and varied, collated by akonga of all ages and cultures from across our kura. We hope you enjoy reading these poems as they offer an insight into the poetic works and&nbsp;preferences of our rangatahi. Robin Sutton Tumuaki

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AT 17 When I was 17, I fell in love with infatuations, apparitions of the ‘what if not in love with the body, but an idea?’ I found myself between the platonic and the romantic, A thin line drawn thinner by the expectations of solitude, So I am sorry I did not fall for you. Though I may have stumped, along the way, my heart will remain protected, in a glasshouse, For why should I give my time of day to one who does not see me in the dawn? by Sam

DEPRESSING DAY I see cold, damp depressing sky, colours are so dead. No life in the freezing cold rain. I smell sadness because of the wet grounds, damn near impossible to do anything fun.

SWIMMING Swimming in the ocean Under the burning sun Meeting up with family and friends Making the memories Enjoying the warm days Running in and out of the ocean by Miley

Autumn Autumn winds Begin to blow Coloured leaves Fall fast and slow Whirling, Twirling All around Till at last They touch the ground &nbsp; Anon

Summer The clouds disappear The birds start to chirp louder The sun burns my skin &nbsp; by Risha

Spring Bizzzz! A bee passes by It lands on a pink flower It smells like pollen &nbsp; by Risha

Heroes Heroes always start from Zero to being a hero They sometimes crumble and stumble They rumble their enemies, protect their loved ones, help the lost &nbsp; Anon

TIME TICKING Time Ticking Cold breeze. Clock ticking along with keyboards typing Loud silence broken by murmurs. Heavy sighs are to be heard. Students yawning and complaining “AHH, halfway there” Is in everyone’s thoughts. Time is ticking School is yet to be over Three more hours and we’re set free. by Kristille

KINDNESS Ah, kindness! What a simple way To tell Another struggling Soul That there is love In the world Anon

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LIES A mere child shall be upfront, yet its guardians show otherwise. Children are told lies, yet simply cannot utter one Questions are asked, yet they tend to be lied to without showing guilt sincere and honest, yet it cannot be reciprocated. Threatened with fear all built up using lies, yet is trusted by an innocent child. by Aili

Nothingness Nothing Is like a blank piece of paper, it’s like when you have an empty mind It’s like when you go to your new home and there is no furniture,just the empty room Sometimes you just feel like a piece of paper Bored. Empty. Anon

Workplace Taking orders Making orders Rolling eyes 	of ungrateful 	customers Work sucks! by Siera

The Breeze Cold breeze hits as the dark takes over the sky Anon

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Freezing As the morning breeze brushes over my hair as I get out the door I shiver in fear as the blistering trees wash over the air. As I think to myself what a cold, cold wind. As I sit on the chair hoping for a friend. As I sit there my fingers begin to curl becoming as pink as a berry and as cold as ice. Then I freeze until I’m as still as ice. &nbsp; Anon

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Purple Purple is a cool colour Purple is a lovely colour Purple is the colour of my pencil case Purple smells like yummy grapes Purple tastes like grape gum Purple sounds like soothing music Purple looks like the colour of the text I am using Purple feels like a soft buzz Purple makes me happy

Brown Brown as a horse galloping in the wind Brown as a tree full of shade, a tree with leaves falling and scrunching on a fall day. Brown is chocolate melting in your mouth.

Yellow Yellow is the bright sun that is delicate Yellow is what wakes me up in the morning Yellow tastes like my eggs for breakfast Yellow smells like morning doves that roam the air Yellow sounds like a singing hummingbird from its nest Yellow feels like the rising sun at dawn Yellow looks like a gold ring but brighter Yellow makes me feel happy and excited to draw Yellow is a beautiful colour.

SPRINKLES AND SPLASHES I see sprinkles of rain fluttering down gently. I hear the seagulls screeching aggressively. I smell the fresh cut grass floating around in the air. I feel the light touches of rain splashing against my skin. I taste the icy cold rain touching the tip of my tongue by Nevaeh

Blue I am blue like a river that is rapidly flowing. Storm clouds brewing above rain, in the haziness there is clarity. I am blue like&nbsp;a business suit, professional and focussed. Tiffany jewellery, classy and timeless. A sapphire that dazzles in light. I am blue like a shark who roams the vast ocean. A blue jay who travels with curiosity and fearlessness. Hydrangeas that love the morning sunshine. Blue is&nbsp;my favourite colour. &nbsp; Anon

Warm and Cool While the rain and snowflakes fall to the ground, I watch as the windows condensate and feel my room, nice and warm, the outside turns cool and cold. &nbsp; Anon

Flames Burning flames Orange war is dancing in the twilight The heart and pain The fireball of destruction &nbsp; by Brayden

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Eyes and Walls The plain white walls ... not a speck of dust or muck The long winding wooden stairs leading through the fog. The walls The walls have eyes They’ve seen everything The eyes see everywhere The eyes can see you The eyes can hear you The eyes judge you. by Taylor

Priorities I don’t know what to do I might read a book … wait I am at school and I need to work. &nbsp; Anon

Cherry Blossom Elegant, Graceful Floating, Falling, Fluttering Flourishing in Beauty Fleeting Nature of Life &nbsp; by Rheanne

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SENSES I sight the dark, soft sky I taste the mist in the air, I smell the chemicals in my mask I hear the trees in the wind I touch the cold door handle

Miss Beer Beautiful Elegant Eager Radical by Daisy

BURNT BRIDGES I don’t know what to do To get me back to you I’ve got nothing left to lose I’m sadness, tears, and blue All bridges have been lost.

V8 My red V8 car It has got 8 cylinders Sounds loud and rumbly by Jackson

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