Tag: Sarah Heavren ’21
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.
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.
Puzzle Piece
by The Cowl Editor on April 11, 2019
Poetry
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.
Hope
by The Cowl Editor on March 21, 2019
Poetry
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.
An Ode to History
by The Cowl Editor on March 7, 2019
Poetry
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.
Food for Thought
by The Cowl Editor on March 3, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
Mashed potatoes taste better with some lumps.
Granola tastes better with a few clumps.
French fries taste better when they are crinkled.
Raisins taste better when they are wrinkled.
Potato chips taste better when they have grooves.
Sometimes chunky can taste better than smooth.
Milkshakes taste better when they are quite thick.
S’mores taste better when the marshmallow sticks.
Pizza tastes better when the cheese bubbles.
Most pies taste better when the crust crumbles.
Brownies taste better when they are gooey.
Bread tastes better when it’s warm and chewy.
Ice cream tastes better when it melts and drips.
Cream tastes better when it’s over-whipped.
Overall, the parts of life that are best
Can be imperfect or can make a mess.
I Like Meat Better: A Carnivorous Parody to “I Like Me Better” by Lauv
by The Cowl Editor on February 14, 2019
Parody
by Sarah Heavren ’21
To be wanting some grub in New York City
To not know where to go but know I want food that will be good and tasty
To be wanting some grub in New York City
Midnight into morning coffee
Could use something sweet and salty
Ham, I like meat better when I’m with you
I like meat better when I’m with you
I knew from the first time, we roasted some ribs prime ‘cause
I like meat better when
I like meat better when I’m with you
I don’t know what it is, but I got that feeling
Waking up I feel in my tummy there’s some room
For some good home cooking
I can hear the sweet bacon start to fry
There is no reason for stopping
The nice sizzling and popping
Ham, I like meat better when I’m with you
I like meat better when I’m with you
I knew from the first time, we roasted some ribs prime ‘cause
I like meat better when
I like meat better when I’m with you
Stay awhile, stay awhile
Eat here with me
Stay awhile, stay awhile oh
Stay awhile, stay awhile
Eat here with me
Bacon’s greasy
I like meat better when I’m with you
I like meat better when I’m with you
I knew from the first time, we roasted some ribs prime ‘cause
I like meat better when
I like meat better when I’m with you
Better when, I like meat better when I’m with you
Knots
by The Cowl Editor on February 8, 2019
Poetry
by Sarah Heavren ’21
My soul is twisted and tangled like a knot.
There are parts that hang while other parts are taut.
My emotions and feelings are a jumble.
When trying to untangle, my fingers fumble.
There is no beginning and there is no end.
It’s one giant mess that I can’t understand.
I can’t see the knot as a collective whole.
I only see each distinct fault in my soul.
I need someone’s fingers nimbler than mine
To undo my twists and straighten out my line.
Who can I trust to look beyond my tangles
And see my soul is not completely mangled?
Who will be patient enough to take the time
To work with me through this mess of mine?
Who will be willing to be gentle, not rough
When trying to work through the parts that are tough?
Who is able to see me as more than this mess,
As more than just my emotional distress?
Who will use the purest love and truth and light
To untangle the depths of my soul just right?