Friends ~ Lindokuhle Mbatha

Music is the answer
Poets have their own answers
Friends support you
Friends backstab you
Friends always laugh with you
Friends never leave you when times are great
Friends always have the answers when there's no trouble
But wait until there's trouble friends disappear
Friends look at you like they don't know you anymore
Friends will do somethings with you
But you'll always find yourself in trouble and they won't be
Friends think with you
Friends are friends when times are great
But when days are dark you won't have a friend


© Lindokuhle Mbatha 

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Grade 9
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Music of Life ~ Uwais Coetzee

If our lives were a record,

How would yours sound ?

Would I listen to it and get bored ?

Or be surprised by what I found ?

Would you enjoy your song ?

Played on the record player of life,

Repeatedly played on and on 

Replaying every strife.

Would you be shocked 

by what you tried to hide ?

That the door was locked 

when you tried to sneak back inside.

That you found that girl to be pretty,

but the conversation was a bore 

and when she hugged you goodbye you thought she was 'silly'

Because you wanted 'more'.

Had you the option to play your life out loud

on a record player today

in front of people in a crowd ,

would that be okay ?

Be happy about what you've accomplished

yesterday or today.

Be proud of your life and make it something

that you'd be proud to play.

© Uwais Coetzee

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Grade 10

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Multiband Compression of a Dream ~ Nash Aniruth

I'm sorry.

Sorry that I have dreams...
Dreams so amplitudally high
that you high-passed
my harmonics
In an attempt
to prevent me
from reaching the sky.

Dreams which were once so miniscule
That they were often ridiculed.

Sorry for these goals that I have
Buried deep within the lowest frequencies of the succulent
known as my mind.

-The very orchard from which you
Extracted the ripeness
and synthesized it into something bitter
and dissonant.

You limited and compressed my creativity
Until my life eventually lacked dynamic range.

The kickdrum with a fundamental frequency Of 75 hertz.
Which pounds relentlessly through
the chamber of my mind at 128 beats per minute

Every.
Single.
Day.

-Sorry

For the perpetual
music within my mind.


©  Nash Aniruth


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Grade 12
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Be Inspired by Music! (A Poetry Prompt)

For those who prefer a less formal approach to writing poetry, it is best to allow ideas to flow in Free Verse. Remember that correct phrasing and some punctuation is still necessary for your writing to make sense to your reader. When you do not have a fixed idea of what to write about, a favourite song can provide a starting point.

This is my favourite song of April.





 If you like it too, why not write a poem beginning with the words:

Once I was _________ years old...

Supply your own landmark years; think of where you have come from and where you are going in life, as well as those important people who have helped you on you way.

I am a Dancer ~ No'cebo Ntuli

I am a dancer
in summer in the lily garden
warm December.
I am in gain
because I am winning.
I am a dancer.
I am a ballerina.

I practise and practise
therefore I have no need of pain.
I am happy,
I have music to console me
and I am shielded by my radio.
I am  a dancer
I am a ballerina.



© Nom'cebo Khethelo Ntuli


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Grade 9
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