Mistake by Akwasa Goodness Funlayefa On the grass I sit My heart soaked in pains Muttering now and then, I must have been disordered I then stare at the rising sun, I shake my head though in spasm of pain, I forge ahead with pains at heart I cannot turn back the time This …
the birds in winter arrive like a thunderstorm refreshing and threatening Filoli is known for its flowers, and winter has been thought of as a slower and quieter time. Yet the staff recognized what a special time winter is at Filoli. The bare branches, the grey skies, the just-about-to-blossom magnolias. Beauty in a winter garden …
Woodland Poem You can put anything on the magic paper Shining sun Pollen for bugs Flying in the water Eating fish Cold yummy Ice cream I love watermelons On a hot summer day Sunny days Play catch Skraps like little Vagume cleeners Peeps are yummy Nature is awesome The beautiful white petals Are like unicorn …
Introduction We begin with hope. This is perhaps why poems were traditional New Year’s gifts—for what is poetry but a stockpile of possibilities. The past year has been shaped by the coronavirus pandemic, by economic recession and racial unrest, by distance learning and social distancing, and what was possibly the most gripping election in US …
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School City I sit here looking at the bright lights of the city knowing that I don’t belong here yet a little piece of me wants to belong here I want to try to fit in but there’s no way of me fitting in anywhere that I’m not wanted it’s really hard sometimes when you know …
Empty Promises I have to move on from this constant race trying to change things that are no longer the case begging for those empty promises to one day be fulfilled it’s not my fault, but it is, I gave my hope a thrill it couldn’t have just been a desired void an ongoing cringe …
Grandparents Roots Will Anderson A potato famine, an old rickety boat, a great teal lady A new opportunity, a chance for rebirth The Great White North, Polaris But a different kind of Polaris, a star of hope, not direction A Land of Ten Thousand Lakes, with loons galore A place of Wild, Twins, and Vikings, …
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It is a great pleasure to share the work of a young man who I have mentored since his Sophomore year. I am proud to see that his poems capture his serious, yet hopeful spirit. Michael Bearden has been a lead member of The Modern Poets and Composer’s Club (MPC), the Loyola High School club …
We are fully a part of our world. Who we are, why we belong, All of us, united through nature. Perceive relation & create compassion. Who we are, why we belong, how we exist, our questions Perceive relation & create compassion. Sculpting our union with our world How we exist, our questions Realization of pain …
I am the guardian spirit of nature I believe in the flesh and the appetites I roam my self over the hill tops I pace through the forest Hearing the leaves rustle under my footsteps I hear the birds chirping Humming their destined melodies From afar from up close Everywhere I go I see perfection …
Solitude is defined as the absence of human activity. It is also defined as a remote or uninhabited place. This is the fence between alone and lonely I struggle climbing over. I sit on top, Humpty Dumpty towards the ground. A cracked eggshell people carelessly stepped on. I was broken. Solitude became four white walls …
Poppies I never truly understood flower readings. Not because the concept is particularly a difficult one to grasp, But because each flower could be assigned a sundry of meanings. It’d be like reading a sentence in which each word could be switched for 20 others. Red poppies. Beauty, success, Extravagance, and luxury in the East. …
To the Weeds in My Garden I saw a girl wear a mask of my face the other day She changed almost nothing, simply shrunk the nose and called it her own I thought it was a compliment until her friends joined in but still said I couldn’t sit with them That’s when I questioned …
When I heard Rudy Francisco say “my heart still searches for you without my permission” he was speaking for me. Times like this, I don’t know how to speak for myself. As far as my heart goes, it searches for you in the desolate quiet corners sitting still, and folded over it still lingers, in …
Unspoken Truths People’s cry for help wishing someone would hear Hungry for someone to truly listen Afraid of sounding crazy Silenced by their inner-hate self love is non-existent How do you express something you’ve never felt? Relying on others for constant reassurance That they are important That they matter The voices in their heads much …
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