January 21, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Sep.28, 2017

    Spirit

    by Julia Zygiel, ’19

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  • Poetry | Sep.28, 2017

    Rocks

    by Jay Willett, ’20   A sunset in a picture doesn’t capture its beauty. The golden rim, rust-painted wood, Sleeping alone, cold nights, What will last longer? Looked upon as pretty, nobody truly means that. If it were beautiful, it…

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  • Poetry | Sep.28, 2017

    Daydream

    by Marelle Hipolito, ’21   I woke up, and I already knew you were there I felt you before I saw you I knew you before I heard you Like how I loved you before I met you The weight…

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  • Poetry | Sep.21, 2017

    On Social Media

    by Marisa DelFarno ’18

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  • Poetry | Sep.21, 2017

    Dear Father

    by Kiley McMahon ’20   Dear Father, As I walked through the rain, drenched and frigid, I watched the soldiers march, one by one, concealing their every fear from those around them.   As I carried the half loaf bread,…

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  • Poetry | Sep.14, 2017

    A New Beginning

      By Kiley McMahon ’20 Portfolio Staff   He sits, lingers, paces, runs, and begs.   He is starved, parched, alone, and weary.   He takes a train, far far away, from chaos, and clutter, that his future life brought.…

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  • Poetry | Sep.14, 2017

    Right Person, Wrong Time?

      by Sam Pellman ’20 Portfolio Staff   What had the potential to be the perfect summer instead turned into the summer of realization. The realization that sometimes no matter how hard you try or how badly you want it,…

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  • Poetry | Aug.31, 2017

    Full Circle

    by Marisa DelFarno, ’18 Portfolio Staff   What comes full circle? A raindrop descending into the ocean. Ice meeting heat’s devotion. The caged electric flow in a closed circuit. The sour workings of karma’s service. We all obey this motion…

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  • Poetry | Apr.27, 2017

    Baby Boy

    Photo courtesy of Alamy.com Matt Farrell ’17 “I grew up on the Southside.” We first meet a young baby boy, bright-eyed, Beautiful black skin seeing the world for the first time. His parents looked at each other and knew of…

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  • Poetry | Apr.27, 2017

    Without a Muse

    Photo courtesy of Pinterest.com Christie Smith ’17   Strands of hair whipped around my face as the wind picked up. I could feel the rain as it soaked through my jacket. You were walking towards me, about to say what…

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