December 10, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    First Essay

    by Abby Johnston ’17 Dredge up opinions, Swat the horseflies Named Worry, Sloth, Petty, Busy and Distrust… Rinse off the apathy. Tear off sheets of numbness, Wake up meter, Roll effort out of bed, Make my hand begin That stumbling…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    This Is My Goodbye

    by Clara Howard ’19   I don’t know how to talk to you anymore. There are so many things I want to say. So many apologies I want to make, So many rewinds I want to take. I wish I’d…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    Heavy Hearts Never Lose Beats

    by Matt Farrell ’17 Dreams die, stream of consciousness psychotic, A safe haven painted in blood By a self-proclaimed martyr, with no burden for murdering. Wading in the water, waiting to live, But blood is thick. Hot lead burns thin…

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  • Poetry | Sep.01, 2016

    Living Abroad

    by Chennah Sharpe ’17 All the streets are filled with souvenir carts vendors yelling, and selling their trinkets next to restored monuments, and pauperized apartments. The city hums from rushing subway trains and the ubiquitous blaring of car horns. Only…

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  • Poetry | Apr.18, 2013

    Undone

      The lonely like a weight on my shoulders Pressing down upon me, The tired like a gnawing within me, Consuming all that I was, The nothingness I have become Is tearing me apart at the seams, I’m not whole, I’m undone.

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    The Ball

    I formed myself into a ball And down the street I rolled. It’s curious that such a ball Could come from a square mold.

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    Last Written Words

    Empty bottles, medication Expiration dates unknown Stacks of notebooks Papers, napkins, newspapers Words Ink stains, lined paper

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  • Poetry | Apr.11, 2013

    The Garden

    You are blooming, Budding inside my chest. Only you I’m grooming. You have my heart arrest. Come springtime, When rain begins to fall, You plant inside my mind. Seeds deep but small.

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  • Poetry | Mar.14, 2013

    Irishman’s Luck

      He was not thinking about a letter On his way home from work. But it arrived in his mailbox In unforeseeable quirk.

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  • Poetry | Feb.14, 2013

    Sonnet of a God-Fearing Man

      A luminescent moon, the night’s raiment, A crown more fitting for an angel’s head. Long nights together, restless yet content, Under the stars we made our lovers’ bed. I crowned you Queen of Eros, Cupid’s wife

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