December 15, 2019

Posts from "Poetry"

  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    The Worker Ant

    by Garbiela Baron ’20 I am the worker ant. My job is simple: provide for my winged majesty and her offspring. My queen’s size is twice mine. Fertile, strong, and powerful; she is vital to the survival of the community.…

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  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    Syrupy Youth

    by Sarah Kirchner ’21 She sits and sips her black coffee, While he sips on his caramel whip. It’s been a while since they’ve been back To the familiar coffee shop of their childhood Where they shared a first kiss,…

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  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    Winter Sunrise

    by Erin Venuti ’20 Woke before the sun today, No intent to see it wake. Eyes Pry Open after Some hours. Insufficient — May as well have blinked; Streetlamps still glow, Same as last night’s close. Beyond the window, Quietly,…

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  • Poetry | Nov.19, 2018

    Be Your Own Biggest Fan

    by Sam Pellman ’20 Wish yourself luck before that big exam. Pat yourself on the back when you get the score you wanted. Give yourself that pep talk you know you need. Buy yourself the coffee when you’ve had the…

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  • Poetry | Nov.01, 2018

    A Tale of no roots

    by Estarlyn Hiraldo ’21 My identity — Think it’s all been a success Listen to the verses in my head when I address Failure at its best Told me I’m a mess Feel the melanin out of control inside the…

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  • Poetry | Nov.01, 2018

    Ruined

    by Eliana Lopez ’22 She’s hung up on her ex Not ready to let you Into the inner workings of her heart While the traces of his intention still linger in the edge of all her scars Try not to…

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  • Poetry | Nov.01, 2018

    In the Eyes of Another

    by William Bozian ’19 I do not decide who I am, for who I am is decided by another. Some may think I strive to harm, but some may see me as their brother. All in all, who I am…

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  • Features | Oct.25, 2018

    Halloween Haikus

    TickTok TickTok Tick I feel it running after me Its breath on my neck. —Jessica Polanco ’20   I can’t feel myself. No one hears me talk to them Is this death for me? —Connor Zimmerman ’20   I hear…

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  • Poetry | Oct.25, 2018

    The Dead Bird Still Sings

    by Sam Ward ’21 It’s okay. You can look away. Still fixated at the heap of feathers and blood at our feet: I’ve seen dozens of dead birds and have had perfectly splendid days. Perfectly. Splendid. Perhaps if I knew…

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  • Poetry | Oct.18, 2018

    One of These Days

    by Sam Ward ’21 One of these days I’ll challenge myself and put together the words that spell out b-e-a-u-t-y I’ll pen the pursuit and capture the prize I’ll thank my girl for kissing my scars I’ll have no need for…

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