Tag: poetry
Puzzle Piece
by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019
Portfolio
by Sarah Heavren ’21
I am a puzzle piece,
I am uniquely shaped
Which means I cannot fit
Wherever I am placed.
I have some rough edges,
And my shape is not smooth.
I have some points and gaps
That make fitting hard, too.
You didn’t seem to mind
When you started to see
My true nature and shape
With my complexities.
As I got to know you
And you got to know me
We both soon realized
Our pieces fit nicely.
You help solve my puzzles
And help complete me, too.
I hope someday I can
Do the same thing for you.
Honey Waves
by The Cowl Editor on April 4, 2019
Portfolio
by Jessica Polanco ’20
Our lips are the coastline
Where she is the water
And I am the sand
And naturally,
With every wave we meet
Together we feel so perfect
Marinating in each other’s touch
Nurturing each other
In a nutrient-exchanging dance
Where with every step
I fall more and more into a trance
Until the tide pulls her back
And I feel dry and alone
Ten seconds – a wait too long
But five are just enough
For me to stare at her beauty
And watch her wave to me
When the moonlight rises
And only her and I remain
She sings to me
Sings so I can feel her pain
She longs for our next embrace
Anxious for another taste
Buried inside me is her one true place
And a feeling like this
I could never replace
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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
Portfolio
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.