Tag: poetry
Where the Rain Goes
by The Cowl Editor on September 19, 2019
Poetry
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 no good).
When you value privacy,
You find ways to feed the ego
Without risking perception of integrity (or lack thereof).
It is tell me where the rain goes
Not tell me what to think . . .
Manifest paralleled thought & pain shows
You just severed the missing link.
With confidence on corrupt ground,
Misled patterns entrapping all sound
Advice.
And there’s nothing harder than a broken rhyme.
Through a Window in Seville
by The Cowl Editor on September 19, 2019
Poetry
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 gafas de estilo vibrante y un vestido rosado con volantes.
Pétalos de rosas secas
caen a sus pies.
No sé cómo ella es tan valiente,
pero aquí está,
enfrente de mi.
Una sobreviviente de batalles
que aún no puedo ver.
From my window I see a new universe
filled with thousands of possibilities:
of flying cars, robots, and realized dreams
and one without trees, bees, and my grandmother’s tea.
From my window I see someone I know
with cat eye glasses and a pink ruffled dress.
Petals of dried roses
fall at her feet.
I don’t know how she can be so strong,
but here she is,
ahead of me.
A survivor of battles
that I cannot yet see.
Sitting on the Porch
by The Cowl Editor on September 19, 2019
Poetry
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 their porch
Talking and enjoying each other’s presence
Everyone is a neighbor looking out for each other
They welcome and are welcomed
Sitting on the balcony makes us feel on top of the world
So does being a senior
But everything is happening so fast
And time is just a concept that goes on and on
Never waiting for anyone
As I sit here I think of all the memories I’ve made
The good and bad, all of them with the people I sit with
These experiences have made us who we are
And now our time sitting on the porch is limited
But we have cherished our four years here
And will continue to sit on the porch, just in a different location
But as long as we are together
All is well
Our porch seems to be what is keeping us together
But it’s really our memories and our bonds
So for now we’ll let the porch be what is keeping us together
But we all know our future extends much further than this porch
Ambition
by The Cowl Editor on September 16, 2019
Poetry
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 one track
that’ll bring me straight to the throne
otherwise known
as a job I’d want to write home about.
But I gotta say…
I really wanna take a different route.
Because who wants to kill their mind
or break their heart
just to claim they’ve “mastered the art”
of climbing a ladder that’s missing rungs
and doesn’t even start
at the same level for everyone?
And, y’know, I can wash my hands as much as I want,
but my faults don’t hide in the stars,
they stay in the front of my mind
because they like to haunt me.
Like, hey, remember that time
you were almost at the top,
but then your eyes looked down
as your hand reached up
and you dropped to the ground
with no one to stop your fall?
They like to taunt me,
reminding me constantly
of what I could’ve had by now
if I’d only paid attention to how
Lady Macbeth unsexed herself.
But the thing is,
I’ve never wanted to sell myself
to prove I am capable of more.
The thing is,
I’m content with Cawdor.
And even if success is a distant shore,
I’d rather lag behind
than get stuck in the grind
of people with tunnel vision,
brought on by ambition,
who make it their life’s mission
to fulfill a self-made prophecy
that says they have to leave
some sort of grand legacy.
Don’t they know it’s okay to just be?
Fall semester Shakespeare class,
my professor asked us to open Macbeth,
and when I read it again,
his lady still meant
“ambition” to me.
And, honestly,
more’s the pity.
Questions
by The Cowl Editor on September 16, 2019
Poetry
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 is a story?
It’s something to be told.
It’s happy or sad
Based off how it unfolds.
What is a prayer?
It’s something from the heart.
When words seem to fail,
All you must do is start.
Bittersweet
by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019
Poetry
by Grace O’Connor ’22
Smooth and sweet, the chocolate rolls around my tongue
I see happiness and sunlight
The warmness that makes me feel young
As the little pieces of sugar melt on my tongue
I run through the grass with glee
Smelling the fresh flowers
My long hair being whipped by the wind
I don’t care about the passing hours
The chocolate slowly becoming thinned
I look back when the only thing surrounding me was flowers
The ground beneath my feet is cold
The once sweet chocolate left behind a bitter taste
I yearn for the times when I didn’t feel old
When I did not feel a sense of disgrace
An Ode to Math
by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
O Math, you are so much more
Than a subject students deplore.
O Math, though done in pencil,
You are truly transcendental.
Some think it’s numbers and tests,
But they don’t get to see the rest
Of the wonder you possess
As, through nature, you manifest.
Some don’t give an equation,
Enough appreciation.
The rules of reciprocity
Show that you’re your own philosophy.
Through functions such as cosine
You let us peek into the mind
Of the Creator Divine
With endless solutions to find.
7 Ways to View a Daffodil
by The Cowl Editor on August 29, 2019
Poetry
by Gabriela Baron ’20
1.
The vivid skirts of dancers
Swaying and twirling in the wind
2.
A morning star
Bursting like fireworks in the gloomy sky
3.
The pure happiness of a child
Its petals spreading out into a grin
4.
Midas’ fingers
A golden touch radiating prosperity
5.
A sprout from the earth
Summoning the birds
To commence their sweet melodies
6.
A push through strong, stubborn roots
After winter
7.
The rising sun
Blooming into a new day
Reflecting
by The Cowl Editor on May 2, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
Looking back, I wonder
About the year I lived
With every blunder.
Did I have more to give?
Looking back, I question
Whether I did enough.
In joy and depression
Did I do the right stuff?
Looking back, I ponder
Some choices that I made.
All the time I squandered
Was it all worth the trade?
Looking back, I conclude
What I thought, felt, and said
Has all been a prelude
To more that lies ahead.
The Typical Town
by The Cowl Editor on May 2, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Kirchner ’21
The night sky looked typical tonight,
With those stars that appear to always be falling down.
The stars that represented the thousands of lights in a town,
The town that I constantly tried to ignore.
They say that this is normal
And that “normal” was the life I was meant to live.
So I wait, and live, until somebody notices me.
Those lights may be bright, but they don’t shine for me.
The typical lights were not so typical to me.
The lights drown me out, and none of the people even see.
Those people whisper comments that don’t make sense,
So, I just sit, in the way back, and watch
The town with too many people, waste their time on too many things.
