During Term 3 the Poetry competition ran again for a second year. We received double the number of last year’s entries which was really encouraging to see.
A number of creative and thoughtful poems were entered that covered a range of topics from nature, creation to love.
The poems were all read and judged by the English faculty and after much deliberation two winners were chosen; one from Years 7-9 and one from Years 10-12.
Congratulations to the following students
Junior Secondary (Yrs 7-9) winner
Felise L “Rose”
Senior Secondary (Yrs 10-12) Winner
Neysha S “Genesis”
Arad B “Uncaged”
Dayanara C “Wound”
Below are the winning entries.
Soft and sweet,
Don’t let me hurt you,
Not too tight,
Not too much,
Stay by my side,
Don’t let me fall,
Soft and sweet,
Take care of me.
Shrouded in darkness,
light pours through my veins.
Segments of the universe spread out before me.
Endless amounts of rain
leaks from my eyes and
settles into the small crevices of my soul,
while parts of me dry up
absorbing the dewfall.
From the depths of knowledge, imagination flowers,
bearing fruit that tastes of kindness and warmth.
Branches of undeserving love stretch out to brush my cheek,
combing through my hair with endless compassion.
The best parts of me
spill from my heart
scattering itself in the sky.
Dirt presses into my knees as I cry out when
the sky illuminates itself in a splendor of bashful beauty.
Sitting on a throne of enflamed grace is a
jewel brighter than any
inkling of joy.
Sinking, it is replaced by an
iridescent light who shows
herself in secret, like a
whisper in the dark.
Shadows stir from a gentle breeze as these
lovers cloaked in light fight for a place in the sky.
My ribcage cracks open as
creatures conjured from dreams of
escape my thoughts.
Swimming through my hair,
soaring towards the crystals sprinkled on the horizon.
While others gnaw on my bones,
trample on my toes until all that is left is
That’s when they come.
Squeezing into my heart.
Making a home of my soul.
he and she dance in this
Cirque des Rêves
Immersed in the goodness laid out before them,
As they embrace, I see Him.
And His smile causes my heart to explore.
For his eyes hold such a love for what He had done.
Threading goodness and purity into my hair,
He twirls me into everlasting light,
whispering under His breath,
“It is good.”
The Sydney Writer’s Festival is currently looking for stories about the everyday lives of young people from across Western Sydney. The stories can be submitted in written form as an audio recording or a story in pictures. A selection of stories will be published on the Sydney Writer’s Festival website from the beginning of November. The first round of submissions close Friday October 23.
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