Sunday, May 17, 2009

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Year 11 Sonnets

Sonnet 3

It was a hot summers day when I caught his eye
He was standing there with his charming smile.
He looked back at me and started to cry
Because he realised that I was soon to die.
Without his love where would I be?
I wouldn’t be able to stand alone
His diets, his training, his low cheap fee
He says I’m not fat it’s my big bones.
I tried to go for a run
But my heart stopped me
He made me think that this would be fun
But I think he dies literally.
He made me change all of my moods
But then I realised I’m in love with a lot of foods.

Charlee McQuade

Year 11 Sonnets

Deaf White Cat

Her eyes shine bright with coldness and sunlight
No sound can be heard by her soft white ear
She roams the street with wet white paws at night
Silence surrounds her with nothing to fear
Her coat of fur is as white as the snow
Its meow is not a roar nor a squeak
Now where is her owner? She does not know.
Her delicate paws allow her to sneak.
She sits on the road not knowing the danger
Such beautiful eyes, ice blue and thick gold
Fed a lot by a kind-hearted stranger
No one will know if she is young or old
Her fur is so matted, she is not tamed
Here’s an idea, let’s call her no name.

Jamillah Falanitule

Year 11 Sonnets


Look at her hair blowing finely in the wind
She stands as a goddess, so strong and bold
Staring back at me with her eyes so thin
Giving me a chill, leaving my heart so cold.
Her charming smile so sweet to me
Her alarming laugh is like a little girl
It is a shame that she doesn’t notice me
I wish she would look at me with her beautiful pearls.
As she passes by she leaves back her secret
I take one look but no response from her
I want to have her by ourselves in a tent
When we’re in class I see she’s “duh”
But then I realise that this is not love
My true one will be sent from above.

Shalom Ngaro

Year 11 Sonnets

Alvina’s Sonnet

I love you, although it’s hard to show
When you are gone my heart is so weary
You are there when I am cold and low
I love you even if you are hairy
You feel so soft almost like a pillow
You grow on me like apples grow on trees
Without me in your life you are hollow
But as summer comes I wish to be free
From your clinginess towards my body.
I know someday I would get so lonely
And if I see you in the town lobby
Wrapped around another, I’ll cry loudly
Because winter returns so very quick
Oh my jersey, you make me look so slick.

Alvina Pau’uvale

Year 11 Sonnets


Over the horizon I see the sun
Slowly setting into a sea of pink
I slowly deliberate if I run
If it only began to slowly sink
I am enamoured by nature’s soft sounds
How it is a never ending score to my life
Birds chirp the most beautiful sweet sounds
But reality cuts like a knife.
It is around like a rush of sweet air
Like a piece of furniture or green trees.
But seemingly it doesn’t seem like it’s clear
And it frees me into the still breeze
Of the still, dull, sombre night.

Marama Vea

Year 11 Sonnets

Sonnet 2

I thought what we had was unbreakable,
Love so strong it couldn’t be broken.
Like the kind in the stories and fairytales
Both written and spoken.

Our love was like the ocean which goes down deep
I don’t think I’ve ever felt so down and blue
Our love was like a rose, whose beauty you wanted to keep
The love that could only be shared by you.
I thought we couldn’t live a life together
With a long never ending love for each other
But when you said it wouldn’t be forever
I just couldn’t replace you with any other.
So why did you go and throw my love away?
Why couldn’t you just keep it and stay?

Year 11 Sonnets

Sonnet 1

The dreadful awakenings in the morning
The repeating days just seem to go by
The piercing light comes on without warning
Sometimes, I just wish those days would all die.
Planning to fail, failing to plan
Forgetting about the long boring notes
The passing of time seems to hurt my hand
The burning ashes of work, seems to float
Without a collar, without any life
So, what is the difference after all?
Without this he’ll have no job, no life.
The teachers, the seem to be appalled
Sometimes I’ll be away day dreaming
Damn it! Wake up! It’s the dead school screaming.

Year 11 Sonnets

Tonga’s Sonnet

The changing face of the moon
Reminds me of our love
It floats away like a balloon
Then flies back to me like a dove.

Like the disguised meaning of lyrics in a song,
Or the things that humans cannot see
My love for you will live for long
And forever will grow like a tree.

Like the speckles of light when dawn is breaking,
Your beauty and mystique can’t be described.
And although my heart seems to be aching,
I will survive on the love you’ve prescribed.

I give you my heart as you have given yours.
Together we shall walk through heaven’s doors.

Tonga Tukia

Year 11 Sonnets

James’ Sonnet

The reason no one will find the feelings
that I cannot hide, down deeply inside,
Was your eyes. Showed forever appealing,
When the moment I saw your tears, my bride.
Could never forget that late September
I’ve seen you before, I wasn’t so sure.
You were the cold one now I remember,
Alone, you look at skies, showing love is pure

I see love; it is patient and is kind
Our love passes by. Peaceful and delight
It’s like the wind; you feel it but is blind.
Our love is rare, brighter than the day light

We see, we walk into the bright beam shine
I want you; love you, because you are mine

James Matavao

Year 11 Sonnets


The black starry sky sheds vague little light
The cold crisp air caresses her rosy cheeks
But before her was an awesome sight
He had been thinking, planning all week.
Rose petals, hundreds, covering the ground
And 300 candles, one for each day
300 days since their love had been found
They both knew each other is their own fate.
Her heart was beating eccentrically fast
He took out a small, velour black square
She and him knew that forever they would last
He smiled at her, all she did was stare
He slowly got down onto his left knee
Parted his lips and said “Baby, marry me?”

Emilou Hohaia

Year 11 Sonnets

Ashleigh’s Sonnet

I thought what we had was true
But then you went and proved me wrong
And left me feeling ever so blue
Replaying every depressing love song.
I really want to hurt you and make you pay
But even if I did it wouldn’t change a thing
Because you’re like a Leopard, you will stay the same way
And there you go off again, having another fling.
Your name makes my face blank and makes my heart sink
I hope every night as you sleep, you have nightmares
But karma will get you, so take a moment have a think
And when you see my face and it gives you a scare
‘cos this should remind you , your useless and insecure
And to your sickness, there is no cure.

Asheligh Vilione-Palalangi

Year 11 Sonnets

As part of our study of poems, our class has been studying sonnets and we have come up with our own. We are studying poetry because it is part of our reading assessment and is helping us learn how to read poetry for our external exam at the end of the year. We read My mistress’s eyes by William Shakespeare and XLIII by Elizabeth Barret Browning from her series Sonnets from the Portuguese.

While the sonnet traditionally follows a strict rhythm or 10 syllables per line (iambic pentameter), some students chose to only follow the rhyme scheme- ABAB CDCD EFEF GG. We were able to choose our topics.

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.


How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

-From Sonnets from the Portuguese,
Elizabeth Barret Browning (1806-1861)