Posts from "Poetry"
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Poetry | Nov.15, 2019
Kaleidoscope Vision
by Sam Ward ’21 How do we propel ourselves into the unknown? Without fear. Without doubt. How, without shaking in our skin at the thought of what could go wrong, or plucking heartstrings to play hopeful songs? How do we…
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Poetry | Nov.15, 2019
On a Train
by Elizabeth McGinn ’21 Flashes whirling past, face pressed against the glass, eyes adjust to a moving landscape from a train. A glimpse at strange moments as we pass, waving adieu to the lonely buildings that remain. Littered with flecks…
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Poetry | Nov.14, 2019
Day and Night
by Sarah Heavren ’21 It’s always darkest Before the dawn Darkness is still there Before it’s gone. There’s always the hope Of a new day. But there’s still the wait While the night fades. Good things are to come. There’s…
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Poetry | Nov.14, 2019
It Slowly Slipped Away
by Grace O’Connor ’22 She looked in the mirror and took a deep breath Today was the day her life would change She looked down at her newly polished nails as her heart drummed in her chest Time was going…
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Poetry | Nov.07, 2019
To The One Whom This Is For
by Sarah Heavren ’21 I remember, Thinking of days gone by, That this started With the blink of an eye. Before I was ready, Somehow I knew By some way at some time I’d be with you. You were…
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Poetry | Nov.07, 2019
November’s Dead
by Sean Tobin ’20 Here, November, warmth retires— Rush to start the Winter fires! Yet the Sun has not retreated And left him for whom It’s needed Without the glow which inspires. And on the dead for which It’s whitest;…
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Halloween | Nov.01, 2019
Ghost Poems
Does Fear Disappear? By Sean Tobin ’20 Does fear disappear If Stephen King writes it down And Hitchcock films it? Or does fear instead Creep, crawl, and hide deeper down Where you cannot reach? The Wind Sarah Heavren ’21…
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Poetry | Oct.24, 2019
Plymouth, Four Hundred Years Later
by Sarah McLaughlin ’23 Tourists converge from Earth’s every corner to see The piece of the past stored on this pebbled beach All paths extending westward from the east Meet here, the first of our nation’s vertices It’s so special…
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Poetry | Oct.24, 2019
Four-Hundredth Fall
by Sean Tobin ’20 One of mine, but given: Today when I arise And see slow-rolling skies Illuminate what lies This bleak side of heaven, Just one thought do I save— How bless’d this northern shore; The same which fathers…
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