Australian Poetry Quotes

“Dreams
If I could mould the world
As if working with clay
I’d soften the hurt take the pain away
I’d paint the sky the brightest blue
With raindrops making wishes come true
The sun would shine so bright and strong
To dry the tears and right the wrongs”
― Deborah Hyland, For the Moment: An Anthology of Poems Straight From the Heart

“My Flower
A seed it was planted
Inside my heart
And as it started to grow
I was filled with joy
And overwhelmed
By the beauty someday it would show
I watered this seed
With wishes and dreams
And hoped for sun filled days
I watched from afar
As it started to bloom”
― Deborah Hyland, For the Moment: An Anthology of Poems Straight From the Heart

“Moments hanging by a thread
Tortured twisted memories
Where angels fear to tread
If I could put together the pieces
Of the the puzzle in my mind
I could finally become whole again
And fill the void inside”
― Deborah Hyland, For the Moment: An Anthology of Poems Straight From the Heart

“An Aussie January by Stewart Stafford

Dead air in the fallen forest,
The black goat circled silently,
Three hillside crosses sombre,
January, warm as an Aussie winter.

Boy brandishing a thin, red worm,
Cheerful march on raspberry feet,
Turning left at the silver potatoes,
Leftovers from the gnome’s feast.

4 a.m. wind a rolling bandmaster,
Whipping a flagpole cord to a beat,
Tingling every wind chime around,
The hibernating squirrel missed it.

© Stewart Stafford, 2023. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Metamorphosis

A beetle woke up one morning
to find it had become Franz Kafka. There were many challenging issues. It had no literary background.

How it yearned for its former life, free amongst the silky flowers
and fragrant leaves.
The beetle’s journals
in their scratchy scrawl
were dark with pessimism
and thoughts of suicide.
What is the point of books
it kept asking. What is the point. In the end they will
only be consumed
by insects.


so its books came slowly.
It was stuck with a tedious
public service job.
An angry fiancée turned up
and demanded it marry her
without further delay.
The beetle felt no attraction to her but could not explain why.”
― Philip Neilsen