March 28, 2020

Posts from "Poetry"

  • 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

    The Mist

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 There’s a mist that appears at times. What is real becomes hard to find. In my mind it clouds and obscures The things that I’ve thought, seen or heard. The mist’s purpose is to deceive All…

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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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