A Collection of Original Poetry by Students of Ladysmith High School

Sunday, 8 October 2017

The Meet ~ Marlize van der Merwe

At first he was a stranger.
He didn't know what to say.
Two smiles just crossed the room
Not a word to say.
Silence.
Every second felt like forever
And forever felt like a second
Words were thrown out with no worries

They felt like enemies
Turning into loved ones.
The more they spoke
The closer he moved in.

One simple look turned into a kiss.
They exchanged a
Sweet. Flawless. Real. Kiss

No words were said after.
Only stares were left off.
The two were silent
They felt like eternal friends,
That can't be broken apart.
Not now
Not ever.

The two become strangers once again
Were never found.
She felt lost
She felt alone
She felt like no one could ever replace him
Not even her boyfriend.

©  Marlize van der Merwe

The Day I Stopped Wearing Black ~ Varisha Jugamohan

I wore black and you wore blue
We are opposites that’s true
I have seen many colours, but blue is my favourite
That’s because you’re a true blue.
Blue is the colour of the sea and sky
Everything seemed to lie, because my world used to be black and white
Until you became the highlighter of my life.
You were the paint that adorned those mundane walls which held me hostage
You even painted a window to let sunshine in.

I was terrified to be apart
One drop of paint landed on my empty heart
Which was your reminder that you would never leave me.
I didn’t notice how consumed I was by my addiction of you
Until I stopped wearing black and started wearing blue..

I wore blue and you wore blue
You swore love and I swore forever
Opposites no more
As true love stood by our side forevermore.


© Varisha Jugamohan

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Grade 11
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The Sorrowful Breaking Point ~ Marlize van der Merwe

When is breaking point needed?
You feel like breaking and shouting
You feel like your anger is slowly building
Ready to explode
Not with angry words being let out
But with tears
Your anger can not be let out with words
Nor with silence
Dropping as a acid firm
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Hitting the closest would surface
Building the acid tears into a pool
A sorrowful acid pool

It is done
The damage is done
The breaking point is complete
Broken inside but fixed out
The final hurting point has come


© Marlize van der Merwe

Saturday, 26 August 2017

Ashes of Regretful Pain ~ Mangaliso Xaba

Looking back at the times that we had
Beginning to notice what I did to you was bad.
You have always been beside me
But I just didn’t take the time to see.
The guilty conscious seeps deep into my soul
As it is so dark and can be compared to coal.

I am dearly sorry, that it had to come to this.
To me, giving you a bruise just gave me peace,
I needed you to know who wears the pants in the house.
Every time I had to fold my fist, I forgot that you were my spouse.

I am dearly sorry, that it had to come to this.
I never meant to break your heart into pieces.
I wish I could have understood all your wishes,
Maybe I wouldn’t be standing here talking to your ashes.

I am dearly sorry, that it had to come to this.
I am truly going to miss you.
You did not deserve all the abuse.
May your soul rest in peace.


Mangaliso Mthandazi Xaba [Mangz Nation]

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Grade 11
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Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Mountain ~ Alex Nyathi

I am a mountain
A crisp winter's night
June
I am criticized for being myself, lonesome
Reaching heights one can only dream of
Simply to escape the concrete jungle chaos
I am natural evolution

Looking down on my problems, the ones who disagree
Like a snow flake they fall, drifting into the darkness
I have no need for the brief highs and devastating lows of drugs
Or the endless but seemingly dissatisfying celebration of the nights

Because the only way to forever be high is to reach the summit
I have my dreams, my 'once upon a times'
I am shielded by the same ambitions I am criticized for
I am a mountain


©  Alex Nyathi

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Grade 9
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Pain ~ Uwais Osman

I am a gasp of pain
A midwinter's close of day
An entity bound by a single chain
August;
I am trepidus
Ascension of astral ashes with no assent
Nor a need to ascertain
I am a gasp of pain
I am a heave of suffering

I have forsaken conflict
Walked away from it yet still invict
Inverted insults into intriguing intuition
I have no need of control or restraint
With my withered wrath and wretched rage
I have my calm conceptions
And napalm perceptions
I am shielded by the mind's terrain
I am a gasp of pain


©  Uwais Osman

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Grade 9
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Revival ~ Zuhairraa Sardiwalla

I am revival
Autumn
In the park
February
I am rebirth
"Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
close bosom friend of the maturing son"*
I am revival

I have built gardens
Millions of seeds lie in moist soil
Gardens that no man may destroy
I have no need of the past because
From the ashes come nothing
I have my art and clay
I am shielded by my self worth
I am revival


© Zuhairaa Sardiwalla

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Grade 9
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*John Keats