Tag: poetry
To the Salty Body
by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019
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by Kiley McMahon ’20
It rubs against the whole of my mouth,
covering my perfect teeth,
and my palat struck tongue.
It continues downward,
moving rapidly into my lungs,
which are already weak,
as they have collapsed,
once before.
It lines the whole of my rib cage,
and then is excavated out of my small intestine.
It tastes salty,
and my head feels dizzy,
as my thoughts revolve,
in a centripetal acceleration.
As it caves inward I gasp for air,
and then,
I let it lay me down peacefully,
as I float on by.
Finally,
my years of suffering are over,
as the salty body has won the battle.
It continued to creep,
down my lean and stern body,
until it took hold,
and I let it take control,
of my limp and hopeless body.
That is the best way,
to describe,
my losing battle,
to this salty body.
Missing
by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019
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by Dawyn Henriquez ’19
Loneliness covers him
Like the thin layer of dust
That covers all living things in a desert.
His black beard drips the last of his water.
It can be said that sadness
Etches the three creases on his forehead,
But those who would say that would be wrong.
Anyone who knows love can see
That he’s looking for the right constellations
In the bare starless sky.
The fish and bulls
That’ll lead him home
Where his thirst will meet rivers and
His hunger will meet the skin of his beloved.
His haunting grounds are the memories,
Of lips only touching but not kissing,
Of tongues tasting sanctuary, and
Of noses pressed against one another,
The scent of silence so sweet that
Tears are the only appropriate response.
Mind is a Fog
by The Cowl Editor on March 21, 2019
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by Connor Zimmerman ’20
My words:
I stumble,
I fumble,
I want to crumble.
My emotions:
I am dumb,
I am glum,
I want to be numb.
My senses:
I do not feel whole,
I cannot feel my soul,
I’ve given up control.
My mind:
Is a branch drowning in a bog,
Is gears that are clogged,
Is lost in a fog.
All because of a pill…what have I done?
Soon
by The Cowl Editor on March 21, 2019
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by Kiley McMahon ’20
I lure my lonesome body into the bathtub,
Which is prepared with soul sucking creatures.
I dial three magical numbers,
And let the animals take control of my body,
Just as you once did,
While you undoubtedly thought of her.
While they finish the job,
I let the pungent smell of smoke and dirty lingerie,
Linger in my nostrils.
Your limpless body is hopeless.
Your eyes are wide open,
And a knife filled with your remnants,
Remains.
The three years that we have spent together,
Experiencing the thresholds of life,
And reminiscing on past and future times,
Must come to an end.
You will always love her,
And I will always be devoted to you.
Soon,
You can watch over her,
And we can be devoted to one another,
As she is on Earth,
And we are not.
Hope
by The Cowl Editor on March 21, 2019
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by Sarah Heavren ’21
Every glass was once empty
Every tree was once bare
Every page was once blank
Every hero was once scared
Every summer starts in winter
Every day starts in night
Every song starts in silence
Every answer starts in plight
Every doubt will find truth
Every pain will find relief
Every sorrow will find joy
Every fear will find peace.
Flashes
by The Cowl Editor on March 7, 2019
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by Grace O’Connor ’22
Lightning cut through the sky like a sharp knife
The rough waves were being pushed under the boat
Dark clouds filled every inch of the sky
The air around us dense and deadly still
We accelerated the speed to get to the final destination,
Although it was nowhere in sight
as the thunder roared through the sky
the rain fell out of the sky
progressively faster and faster
we were not getting any closer to land
the horizon far off and unknown
at that point I gave up every ounce of hope
all of it being washed away by the rain
in our descent into nothingness
this is it I told myself.
Gemini
by The Cowl Editor on March 7, 2019
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by Jay Willett ’20
Mischievous, nervous,
joker, lover,
laugher, crier,
hopeless, higher.
Blame, but
never stay the
same. Shame,
but always play
the game.
Not a choice,
just our voice,
because the world
expects in our bourgeois.
We just want to live
up to them.
Every court needs a jester.
Every jester needs to laugh.
Liar, psycho, lame investor,
failure of the polygraph:
hear my call.
Split we are,
yet none shall fall.
Two sides of a coin,
Two edges to a blade.
Screw it, let’s just never change.
Never relax, always on the move,
take no time to disarrange.
That’s what we really do.
Steel thyself my boys,
that way, you will never fade.
An Ode to History
by The Cowl Editor on March 7, 2019
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by Sarah Heavren ’21
Oh History, how boring you can be
If one can’t see the forest, just the trees.
Why do many people choose to ignore
Your countless articles found on JSTOR?
People complain that there’s too much to read,
And research is such a tedious deed.
But so many people seem to mistake
That you are only names, places, and dates.
People don’t care to discover the words
Of many voices that have gone unheard.
Some will never know the wonderful rush
Of sharing truth with an artist’s touch.
What could be better than getting to know
The great untold stories of long ago?
What makes you boring is people’s false view
That from the past we can’t learn something new.
Some people are just unable to see
That you tell the tale of humanity.
Poem #2
by The Cowl Editor on March 4, 2019
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by Sam Ward ’21
When the rain soaks the body and pain eclipses,
I’ll take this body to the ground if my soul permits,
leave it in a shallow grave like ice cold tips.
He who felt the weight of blossoming burdens
can take summertime love to cough on the sermon
or the feel alive buzz to soften the learning
But the kid who speaks about alternative dimensions,
must burn at the stake like the witches of Salem.
I fell in the middle with an undisclosed hologram
building castles for the wake
shapeshifting in place
for the pleasure of his better half
About as zealous as a zombie
foaming at the teeth
he hit the lifeless corner store seething
purchasing vitamins like a lost puppy teething
When she handed back the change he found that all he had left was a pocket full of damp depressants and dreary days of melancholy.
I needed to wake up.
I needed to back off.
I heard the marching order tune
but I felt there was nothing I could do.
I needed to wake up.
I needed to back off.
I heard the marching order tune
but there was nothing I could do.
Who’s to say that the angel who rescued me from my foolish ways
would love me all the same?
Isn’t this the primal fear?
To empty heart in foul pursuits
and lose a will for passions that
bear the essential fruits?
A Fall From You
by The Cowl Editor on March 3, 2019
Portfolio
by Sarah Kirchner ’21
It seemed as if it was another day
Of rolling out of bed with a bad start,
I know why it’s been this way.
Ever since I lost my work of art.
It was you who made me want to live,
And made me feel like a sun inside.
I pushed further because you were my drive.
You saw the potential, even though I denied.
But soon that feeling disappeared.
The sun you made became like dust,
And I became the person I feared.
And I started to wonder, what happened to trust?
You know you lost it all
Just like I lost you
Because you wanted to see a fall
And got lost in the view.