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Remembrance Love, Don't your remember me? I was there before you even thought Of making big plans. I was there before you even thought Of putting your thoughts into actions. So, Love, Tell me why you don't remember: The nights we had Looking at the moon and stars. Remember: the days we had Playing with insects and planting seeds of laughter. Or remember: the evenings we had Sitting by the window, Listening to the pitter patter Of the rain. You don't remember that? Anonymous (Free Verse) |
Betrayal My feet drag me to the woods- the ground makes me sad The flowers are dying out fast- there is nothing left The soil is dry under me- winter leaves a mark Taking away the brightness- that once existed here Laila Smith (Imayo) Wintertime Rotten Wintertime Why, a broken, evil heart leaves Betrayed by the cold Donivan Dorsey (Haiku) Beauty in Death In the sunset’s light, The rose, its silken petals, Stem cut, fading red. Ty Taute (Haiku) |
Ode to the Broom
Oh, with fluttered hair And ancient wood You are here, oh humble thing. With an eldritch stare That I’ve never seen Your silence to me is what sings. Other instruments may be bold, And others still more shiny, But you are old and worn, And never hate the dying. Any who sweep you Shall never weep upon you, And any who are humble Shan’t trundle without you. You, the humblest one of all Are truly the king of them all. Oh help me to know better! Oh help me to see all of the things that I think are beneath me. Man may rise and man may fall but brooms are eternal as long as them all. Thomas Blando (Ode) Soft Spoken Tired of being soft spoken No one listens to what I say Drifting away from surroundings No one will notice if i’m gone Constantly being unnoticed Tired of being soft spoken Blocking me out like they are deaf Into another universe It’s heaven compared to this hell Invisible to the public Tired of being soft spoken It kills me bringing me to my death Soon silence is what i’ll hear soon When they’ll finally hear my voice Maybe they’ll finally see me Tired of being soft spoken. Alora Dozier (Quantern) More at Eleven A rush of students walk into the school, another day has started. Another shooting this week, more at 11 Teachers welcome the students as the enter their classrooms, still tired from the day before Another shooting this week, more at 11 Students work as they wait for the bell to release them to lunch Another shooting this week, more at 11 Buses leave the parking lot as students plan their weekend Another shooting this week, more at 11 People walking through the park stop to feed the birds Another shooting this week, more at 11 Everyone smiles as the graduates cross the stage Another shooting this week, more at 11 We all smile as they shoot a photo of us together Another shooting this week, more at 11 A mother sings a lullaby to her child, her doors were unlocked, they were safe Another shooting this week, more at 11 I smile and wave to the moon as it rises, and waves to the sun as it sets, good night. Another shooting this week, more at 11 Victoria Carlson (Chant poem) |
Breaking Glass
(an examination of lesbian shame) i if you ran at me and jumped i would open my arms and catch you i worried all week that i was too weak and i would fall or drop you but when the moment came i caught you i did. ii i met you and it was a bad day overall because i met you i sound so mean i sound so convoluted but you seemed almost instantly unattainable i enjoy being around you a little too much i find you too inviting i talk to you, i stare at you but there is shame in my heart iii i want to be your friend so i start being your friend this implies talking to you more and that’s a bad thing for me and my summer plans of being your acquaintance by early august i’m seeing pictures and poetry about love and i think about you i think about my shame i look at pictures of cherries and hands i am having an average week iv i wear a homemade mask that i painted with my fingers and covered in glitter because i want you to find me beautiful i feel so unconvincing when i unbutton half my shirt wear the nice bra, spend all day picking a perfume and brushing teeth and putting on makeup but you like it i caught you in my arms we wrapped around each other and i kissed you on the lips i pull back and laugh like it’s just a joke i look at your wrists i talk against your forehead i feel so ashamed drinking after you from the same straw i want to kiss you like i mean it v when you went home and started to settle in for bed you said that you could still smell my perfume on you i hope it made you dizzy because i could still smell you on my hands and it made me have to close my eyes and sit with my head between my knees vi i feel like im falling i don’t feel so afraid anymore Ava Sailey (Free Verse) |