Posts from "Poetry"
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Poetry | Feb.14, 2020
Below, a guide for writing a love poem to your sweetheart (or boogabear, snookems, or tootsie wootsie)
by Sam Ward ’21 To better understand love and its treasures, You must first reexamine your loyalty to vices. You are not ready to love unless you take the right measures. Would you keep caffeine in the A.M. if Starbucks…
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Poetry | Feb.07, 2020
First Lesson
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 How do I teach someone something that is beyond my own comprehension? That question incessantly prodded my mind when I sat down the first day Not at my usual seat at the keys But instead in…
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Poetry | Feb.07, 2020
String Lights
by Grace O’Connor ’22 Strands of string lights circled around the wooden frame of the bunk bed Warm yellow light illuminates from the mini bulbs White wire twisted together to hold each mini light bulb in place The string lights…
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Poetry | Feb.07, 2020
Raise Your Glass
by Connor Zimmerman ’20 Let’s have a drink to This moment, hope it never ends. It’s been forever since the last, And it’ll be forever till the next. Let’s have a drink to The memories, the tears, the smiles. It…
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Poetry | Jan.30, 2020
High Altitude
by Jay Willett ’20 There are two ways to look down. With pride, pitifully watching the climb, stumble, and slip. Cackling, pouring champagne at the top, enjoying the summit’s immersion. The greatest who’s ever lived. The king high on his…
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Poetry | Jan.30, 2020
Somber and Blue
by Kiley McMahon ’20 My face, Covered, Somber, And blue. My eyes, Glossy, Puffy, And red. My thoughts, Jumbled, Intertwined, And incoherent. My watch, Ticking, Quickly, Black and white. The paper, Handed, To me, Soon with tears. The hour glass,…
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Poetry | Jan.30, 2020
The Power of a Year
by Sam Pellman ’20 A year ago I was standing under the Eiffel Tower Surrounded by unfamiliar faces Some foreign, some similar to mine. I used to panic about that moment When I would be dropped into a foreign country…
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Poetry | Jan.16, 2020
The Looff Carousel
by Gabriela Baron ’20 I remember Mom hoisting me onto a porcelain pony: her flowery perfume swaddled me. I was strapped in safely; Mom blurred as my pony pranced. Her flowery perfume wafted through the air as the pony touched…
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Poetry | Jan.16, 2020
wet sand is stuck in my hair
by Marelle Hipolito ’22 wet sand is stuck in my hair but I’m too busy waiting for a shooting star to get it out “look, one just passed by!” I turn to you and say “love bug, did you see…
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