February 21, 2020

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Sep.26, 2019

    Grounded in Memory

    by Erin Venuti ’20 Every place I go, I take a rock, So, when I’m floating off, My feet will know to stay calm. In my hand, the stone warms, wakes, Remembers the spot from which it came– A shore,…

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  • Poetry | Sep.26, 2019

    Fresh, Never Frozen

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 I’m fresh, never frozen. My thoughts are not cold. They’re living and breathing, Never growing old. I’m fresh, never frozen. I want to be heard. My thoughts have some value. It’s what they deserve. I’m fresh,…

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  • Poetry | Sep.26, 2019

    Rainforest Rain

    by Gabriela Baron ’20 The sky turns a soft gray and skeleton trees breathe in life as the wind compels them to stretch out their arms. Animals in the forest scurry, smelling the imminent rain. Red cardinals take shelter in…

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  • Poetry | Sep.26, 2019

    As the Darkness Poured Over

    by Grace O’Connor ’22 We sped down the never ending road I could see the worried look on his face As his grip tightened on the steering wheel The trees outside the window blended together As they erased into the…

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  • Poetry | Sep.19, 2019

    here’s to the boys

    by Marelle Hipolito ’22 here’s to the boys who held me up when I was falling apart here’s to the boys who gave me their entire heart  here’s to the boys who wiped away every tear here’s to the boys…

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  • Poetry | Sep.19, 2019

    Where the Rain Goes

    by Sam Ward ’21 It is tell me where the rain goes Not tell me what to think Stagnated growth // forget that oath. Simple thoughts translate so well. But dress them up and you protect yourself from being understood (that’s…

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  • Poetry | Sep.19, 2019

    Through a Window in Seville

    by Gabriela Baron ’20 Desde mi ventana veo un nuevo universo lleno de miles posibilidades: coches voladores, robots, y sueños realizados y uno sin árboles, abejas y el té de mi abuela. Desde mi ventana veo alguien que conozco con…

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  • Poetry | Sep.19, 2019

    Sitting on the Porch

    by Sam Pellman ’20 It’s sunset and the mood is relaxed I can hear the cars passing The air is warm but I can feel it getting cool For the moment, everything is calm I can see others sitting on…

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  • Poetry | Sep.16, 2019

    Ambition

    by Clara Howard ’20 Freshman year English class, my teacher asked us to open Macbeth and ever since then, his lady has meant “ambition” to me. And ever since then I’ve been told I should act like my life has…

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  • Poetry | Sep.16, 2019

    Questions

    by Sarah Heavren ’21 What is a poem? It’s a series of words. Its lines contain more Than a rhyme to be heard. What is a painting? It is meant to express A certain idea That shouldn’t be suppressed. What…

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