December 10, 2018

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Mar.01, 2018

    Apotheosis

    by Marisa DelFarno ’18   His name was Jones, and the whole bus was his soapbox. Any regular on 21 knew about Jones; his rep for being tossed out onto the pavement, and his volcanically loud voice, while the mice…

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  • Poetry | Mar.01, 2018

    Sweetbitter

    by Jay Willett ’20   Dust and gunk spewed up from beneath the rails as her train skidded to a stop. You couldn’t see the orange citrus rays of the morning sun underground. “Boston, Boston!” She flung her flowered bag…

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  • Poetry | Mar.01, 2018

    One, Two, Three

    by Marelle Hipolito ’21   One, two, three Minutes late to the bus stop I sigh with relief, the bus driver waited because she knows me   Four, five, six Times I fell asleep in class But it’s okay, I…

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  • Poetry | Feb.15, 2018

    The World

    by David Martineau ’18   You grow on me like a coat of fur, but offer me no warmth. And sometimes all I would like to do is shave you off, But I cannot, for you are my children.  …

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  • Poetry | Feb.15, 2018

    The Empty Crowded Room

    by Marelle Hipolito ’21   Dear boy in this crowded room, Do I dare sit next to you? Will you pause your video, and say hi Or will you refuse me a second of your time?   Dear girl in…

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  • Poetry | Feb.15, 2018

    Snow

    by Erin Lucey ’20   Snowflakes fall from the generous sky, Blanketing the grateful ground with their grace and charm. They cover each fear, they hide every regret, they mask every drop of pain, and reveal only the sparkle of…

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  • Poetry | Feb.08, 2018

    ‘On the breath of a hope to be shared’

    by Jonathan Coppe ’18   Is joy more real when it is shared? I seek a soul to share my joy, To wrap in zeal for life and bathe in love Of every precious thing that pulls My cheeks into…

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  • Poetry | Feb.08, 2018

    It Looks Like, Feels Like, Sounds Like

    by Kiley McMahon ’20   I have never been in love, but I know what it looks like, feels like, and sounds like.   It is appealing on the outside, sweet and content on the inside; nobody can compare to…

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  • Poetry | Feb.08, 2018

    Backhanded

    by Jay Willett ’20   I won’t lie to you I’m not the most athletic, But the exhilaration of a touchdown or breakaway is won through patience. I’m not the most intellectual, But learning is my reason for existence, and…

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  • Poetry | Feb.01, 2018

    Auntie

    by Jay Willett ’20   The crimson tablecloth sprang up with the cold fall breeze, My great uncle had opened the window for a smoke, But the wind rejected it, spiraling it in our full faces. We were all there,…

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