The Story of Our Lives ~ Pryaska Goorhoo

Dawn drowns the sorrows of the night.
The flamboyant colour frightens the demons away.
People awaken to fulfil their purposes on earth
The stars get put away and the moon gets taken down.
Blue skies mark the beginning of a new day.
The blue Celeste reminds us of the infinite possibilities we have.
Water sustains our body,
Heaven sustains our soul.
The mind is calmed until
It sees sketches of crimson on the horizon.
The scarlet sky announces the death of the day.
The blood pollutes the azure colour with its ominous shades.
It devours the sky, leaving it empty-
Vast nothingness which becomes
A playground for the demons of the unlit night.
People replay all their memories,
From the sanguine morning to the evening.
They retire,
Only to fight the fiend that night will bring.
People lie quietly with their eyes closed
For the streak of the persimmon colour
That will awaken them once again.


©  Pryaska Goorhoo

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Matriculant 2017
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Fire in the Veld ~ Vriti Maharaj

Oh dance your ravenous flames as you devour the plains,
Grasping all the life within reach,
Perished to ash,
Your treacherous hold destroys the bearings of the veld,
Depositing bellows of charcoal-black smoke into the sphere,
Your inviting beauty of your golden flames cannot be trusted,
What power you have,
the velocity you possess.
And once your hunger has been satisfied,
Your superiority exists no more,
Your flames simmer down,
And the crackles soften,
You’ve disappeared,
Till your next visit.


© Vriti Maharaj


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Grade 10
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Sun ~ Mehnaz jamil

A fiery sphere
Of glowing wonder breathing beams of light
Into the darkness of the cosmos
Providing warmth
And giving life
But it is just
A mere speck,
One of many
Stars making the universe


©  Mehnaz Jamil


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Grade 8
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Ocean's Awake ~ Raisha Ramkhelawan

The sea is crashing onto the shore
Savagely enveloping the bare ground
While the waves roar for more.

The sun hiding behind a tree
Kissing the horizon's bare feet
For only the water to see

The clouds like a mass of cotton candy
For everyone to marvel
Swaying as though it's drunk on brandy.

The passionate love between the water and sky
Come into view
The waves glisten in the moonlight
The sun fading by with a heavy sigh

The ship docks on the harbor
The ocean is awake
While the moon disappears


©  Raisha Ramkhelawan


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Grade 10
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The Mountain & Other Poems ~ Samantha Tindogan

The Mountain


A King stands proudly
Steadfast and silent
His white hair frames his hard-set face
His eyes are cold, calculating
He stands above and watches
Dominant and powerful
Look Closer
You see the scars
Battles with the weather
Look up and see dark skies
Look down and see the trees
How they bow
Low and deep
For their King




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How peaceful the skies must be
Quiet and isolated
Millions of stars each
In their own little worlds




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I am just a lowly mirror
My face forever changing
Look into me and I see your thoughts
Dark, twisted
Sweet and carefree
Look into me and realise
I am you
The real you




©  Samantha Tindogan




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Grade 10
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It's Just a Thought ~ Sezanele Ngcobo

With blossoms that bloom amongst the leaves
Turned down petals
Her smile.
Her love so pure, a polished diamond
but on a rusted piece of copper
I so ever wonder whether she
would let her heart turn to
what she loves, than what she thinks.



I'd send messages with the stars
for I love dearly and she'd
gaze at the moon and think
about
The beginning of autumn
That's around the corner




©  Sezanele Ngcobo




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Grade 11
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I am a Tree ~ Sakhiso Mabizela

I am a tree,

In winter

The cold freezing 

July

I have no leaves or dreams

No colour and no life

I am a tree

I am weak

BUT!!!

In spring,

The warm and lovely

September

I will blossom with

Love, life and colour

Shielded by my dreams.

I am a tree

I am strong…

© Sakhiso Mabizela


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Grade 9
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Night ~ Pryaska Goorhoo

photo credit: Lake Reflection via photopin (license) 

Night ~ A Waltz Wave

Night-
Absence
Of
Daylight.
Soaring stars
Gliding
Along
Swiftly.
Around us
A sparkly page,
Nothing more
But a mere
Sight.
Blackness,
Never ending
Until
Bright
Daybreak
Comes…


© Pryaska Goorhoo


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Grade 10
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Yuktha Singh ~ The Scintillating Night Sky

An eternal, shimmering night sky,
Like a stunning damsel dancing,
Glittering under the moonlight.
It’s the scintillating night sky.

The sparkling stars- her twinkling eyes.
They make our night lives brighter,
more livelier.
It’s the dazzling night sky that seems to go beyond our eyes.

The big, bright, beaming ball-
This is the moon way above us all.
It’s a glittering disco globe which dances and prances,
Beneath the scintillating night sky.

Her round, rosy cheeks are as red and perfect as Mars.
Her gorgeous, luscious lips are like the crescent moon.
It’s the entertaining night sky into which we stare
And sometimes even lose ourselves in.

The eternal night sky is like a thick, black blanket
With dazzling diamante scattered on her nightgown.
As for the cherry on the top, her dainty pearls that twinkle so subtly.
This is the eternal, shimmering night sky that goes beyond our imagination.

© Yuktha Singh


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GRADE 9
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Kelita Angath ~ The White Light

In the dehydrating desert, pending,
Is the venomous creature itself.
Starving.
Tempted.
Steadily slithering on cracked soil.

Emerald.
Persuading, lingering.
Python.
In his eyes the world is rapidly changing,
The last day of his life is ending.

© Kelita Angath


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GRADE 8
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Eva Chen ~ Waiting & Under the Tree

Waiting

I spend my life waiting
I can see my heart beating
The wheel of time keeps rolling
I wait till my hope is dying
The world is still running
I’m still waiting………

© Eva Chen

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Under the Tree

I sit under the tree
Looking up the sky
Covering the whole world…..
What a beautiful night.
It is bright and it is light,
And I look at myself.
Is that my life?

© Eva Chen



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GRADE 8
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Jivana Reddy ~ As the Sun Dawns

As the sun dawns
I see your face
It feels like I’m reborn

We fly away to the unknown
I think it’s just a love case
As the sun dawns

A new world we are shown
But, why at such a pace ?
It feels like I’m reborn

Now you are gone
Sadly, I feel this sudden grace
As the sun dawns


© Jivana Reddy

Shweta Singh ~ Two Poems

The Wintery Wizard 

He visits us around April, May
It’s very true to say
His face is white snow
His hands and limbs are thin bare branches

He cast his icicle wands
In hope to freeze a million ponds
She showers the ground with soft candy floss snow
And that’s the Wintery Wizard I know

© Shweta Singh


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The Time Has Arrived

The time has arrived
Crystal blue waters
today is sunny
Come to the beach buddy
We’ll take a selfie
Just you and me

The time has arrived
The sunset has awakened us
This anticipation
Calls for a celebration

Play on the music
Drink the bottle to the last
We gonna have a blast

Your love…that’s all I need, bae

There be you and me
At the sea side, the sound of water
Take me into your arms, what you’re waiting for
Then to a lovely yacht
And we’ll be drunk after as few Malibu shots

The time has come
The night is colorful
Let’s make it meaningful

© Shweta Singh


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GRADE 10
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Uwais Coetzee ~ Earth

The Earth is living
Like a person
Like all of the things
That takes refuge upon it

The Earth lives
It breathes
It grows
And sprouts new leaves

But we are killing it
Ruining it
Throwing it off
A cliff to die in hell
And rot for all eternity.

© Uwais Coetzee


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GRADE 8
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Nsiki Gwala ~ This poem is the sky, a flower and the sea

This poem is the blue sky.
This poem is a blooming flower.
This poem is the cold sea.

This poem is the blue ocean above.
God’s gift of life to the living,
Where bird’s swim so fearlessly and freely
Like a dry autumn leaf sinking swiftly to the dry land.
Earth’s peaceful and heavenly place
Where the ground is but a grotesque memory.
This poem is the blue sky.

This poem is the florescent flower of life.
A rebirth of indefinite opportunities,
With a delicate promise of hope and revival.
This is life’s rare moment that captures hearts and souls-
A true vision of a brighter tomorrow
That renews all shattered dreams.
This poem is a blooming flower.

This poem is a vast, aquamarine sea.
An ice-cold blanket that hugs the earth
Like a blizzard on a freezing winter’s day,
With jaws that have munched on rocky cliffs
And murdered innocent lives.
The giver of life for those near it-
This poem is the cold sea.

This poem is the heavenly, blue sky.
This poem is a florescent blooming flower.
This poem is the endless cold sea.

© Nsiki Gwala


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GRADE 9
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Amina Moola ~ Every Little Bit Helps

Butterflies, bees and birds,
So lovely they were I heard.
Flying through the beautiful blue sky,
Hundreds of colourful birds no lie.
I heard about the cheetah so fast,
Before you could blink he past.
And what about the elephant so large
He couldn’t fit in my granddad's garage.
O and my gran told me about the whale
It was about a hundred feet from head to tail.
How I wish I could have seen them all
From the little bee to the giraffe so tall.
I feel so sad and want to cry
Because people do not worry
About the birds and the beautiful blue sky.
They chop down trees and forests too,
They never worried about what that could do.
The air was thick and full of smoke,
All the poor animals could do was choke.
Until, finally all the animals were gone
Our pollution killed them all before the next dawn.
So pick up your papers and your tins and throw them in your bin.
Every little bit goes a long way to make tomorrow a better day!

© Amina Moola


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GRADE 10
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Shweta Singh ~ The Language of Art

Art does not have to be seen
Art can be heard, art can be smelt
Art does not have to be named
Art should be experienced and felt

Art is created …
Behind the stars and under the hills
And empty minds it fills

Art can…
Bring out the sun and make darkness follow after
End life and kill laughter

Art is like a box…
A box with no hinges, key or lid
Yet golden treasure inside is hid

Art is like the creatures of the sea…
Alive without breadth
As cold as death

Art is like the wind…
Voiceless it cries, wingless it flutters
Toothless it bites, mouthless it mutters

Without art…
The sun would have no warmth
The flowers would have no beauty

Art is the rain that falls to earth …
And therefore is the reason of nature’s birth


© Shweta Singh


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GRADE 10
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Yuktha Singh ~ Winter Has Been Blown Away

Winter has been blown away.
I heard Spring’s harmonious voice as the sun rose.
Bright and colourful is the new day.

Over the horizon, the Sun shines his rays.
Across the bright, blue sky, so swiftly- a bird flies.
Winter has been blown away.

The skies and clouds were once so grey
and bare, dry trees are now in disguise.
Bright and colourful is the new day.

Mr Jack Frost too, has gone away.
Those cold mornings and frost bites slowly dies.
Winter has been blown away.

Children laugh and play and enjoy sorbet.
The Sun’s demands make everyone’s mood comply.
Bright and colourful is the new day.

Flowers, along with hearts begin to blossom.
As the Sun’s bright smile crosses one’s eyes,
Hearts sing and faces glow all day.
Winter has been blown away.


© Yuktha Singh


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GRADE 9
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Pryaska Goorhoo ~ "Far Above the Milky Way"

Far above the Milky Way                                                                                                                                                             People wanted the will to fight,                                                                                                                                            A beam of hope, a little golden ray.

Through dusk and through day,                                                                                                                                            Silent winds blow throughout the night,                                                                                                                                  Far above the Milky Way.

There is no yesterday, tomorrow or today.                                                                                                                       Violet horizons with that one golden flying kite.                                                                                                              A beam of hope, a little golden ray.

A perfection of hopelessness or a very tragic play?                                                                                                                  I often wonder about the many stars up there shining bright,                                                                                       Far above the Milky Way.

I laughed, I cried, however I still think its cliché.                                                                                                               Do you also wonder about some charming, mysterious knight?                                                                                       A beam of hope, a little golden ray?

Throughout this vast world I have searched, day by day.                                                                                                 My looking brighter, success within sight.                                                                                                                                 A beam of hope, a little golden ray…                                                                                                                                   Far above the Milky Way…


© Pryaska Goorhoo


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GRADE 9
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Grace Smythe ~ Two Poems

A Spring View

Like hares coming from hibernating
Blossoms start blooming
And gardeners pruning
Streams start running and whispering

Smiling sun lights up the sky
Everything is magnificent to the naked eye
Colours of every kind
With flowers of different designs

© Grace Smythe


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Take a Guess?

It rumbles and roars
It swirls and swooshes
It folds and flickers in volumes of sunlight.
It is beautiful, peaceful, bold and magnificent

Its dangerous, deadly and mysterical
Its deep and shallow
Its blue
Its the home to many a creature
Its God's majestic ocean

© Grace Smythe


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GRADE 10
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