Poem
Writing
Poem Number Three
By Miles BredehoeftIt’s been five days,
But more than five days have been accomplished
It doesn’t feel like years have past,
Only that the beginning seems like years ago
It’s time to leave, to another world
But the world we leave will never leave us
heaven in the southern hemisphere
By Carli Plymalei could break beneath the weight of
atmosphere.
these stars, balanced atop my head
are heavier than the sun,
lending their light
across a universe, a lifetime
to shatter my insides in their silence.
the ground has already crumbled,
The Spacewalk
By Cole WilsonHadfield gazed out the small glass window,
a portal to home.
Through the opening, an inspiring sight,
the bright sunlight shone.
Swirling colors, pushing to the horizon,
a palette of aquamarine,
And through the dappled cover of clouds,
The Eyes of Mermaid Dreams
By Natasha VyhovskyOn sad days,
his eyes tell me stories –
stories of pain,
of struggle,
of truth.
They hold within them soft, grey clouds after April afternoon storms.
But the sky is bright without the sun,
because it is never truly gone.
My Record Player and You
By Tasia JewelMy record player- The warm sound of “Ultraviolence” circling through my room like nothing I’ve ever heard before. Connected with the music.
You look at me and you soon know my entire story, a story of sadness turned into bliss but only because of you- connected
Maybe This is Goodbye
By Sasha BaldwinQuite a lot to say but such little time,
We are all stuck in the crime of rhythm and rhyme.
Forgive my silence, my pen is running dry.
Don't know if I'll make it but I can promise to try.
The Melody
By Saadia SiddiquaStanding alone, solo
In the darkest shadows
She would pour her forte emotion into piano whispers
Although she is afraid now, her goal never blurs
Joy Still Left
By Ryan MackeyA old man beyond salvation
slumps on the ground
and prepares for his end.
He starts listing what he doesn’t have
anymore,
He is
beyond the point of coming back
but he still has one joy.
He has a motivation to keep going
Fire and Powder
By Robyn Peterson“These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume.”
-William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
tidal waves
By Olivia HumphreySome of my hobbies include:
writing
and baking
and looking into your brown eyes until I fear that I just might lose myself inside of them.
A few of my favorite activities are:
drawing
and sewing
One Step Closer
By Molly LangdonIt burns
It burns deep inside
every drop that runs down
your back as you ignore the pain
correction after correction
being told you aren’t good enough for it
Coffee Cups
By Maya BluittI'm not sure if the glass is half empty or half full.
Coffee shops leave me homesick for 8 minute drives to your cul-de-sac, to your arms; you're always busy.
Hope Never Fades
By Mason HerringtonI am a strong young man exhausted from my ways
I’ve been in eleven facilities but nothing ever seemed to change
Until one day I felt his grace and heard it say
Come to me my child and I will take it all away…
Leap of Faith
By Mary RueschoffTwirling
Twirling-Twirling
Along with the shhing of the pointe shoe on the stage
The smooth, sweet music playing to her sharp moves.
No Graphite
By Lindsay LuchinskyFrom his lips
To the paper,
To the teacher,
To the air,
To my mind that will not recall.
Tickled Truffle
By Lindsay LuchinskyA thought may amble a bit ‘till it trips to a halt,
‘till it ticks up a halt and a half.
Slams to a door and whatever blue-black residue flirts with the hinges,
flirts with the hinges:
A hiccup frame for the ghost words you never said
Balcony Wishes
By Lauren BloodThe sky was an abyss of gloom,
As the trees billowed in the breath of the wind.
The stars sang secrets to the moon,
Above a castle holding lovers within.
An age-old monarch was outraged by his daughter’s betrayal,
Signs of Life
By Julia WakefieldThe form of letters slop and curve on a page
like a human body.
White paper, bare skin,
The line of a belt below a belly button:
the line of a notebook just below a sentence.
It Starts With Me
By Hannah GreerThe insistent decision that
The world is beyond repair because
No longer will
Human nature fix these things.
Negativity and pessimism
Invade the land of
Enthusiasm and assurance.
The problems remain
Because
People make choices,
Finding Passion
By Hailey DeWolfeHello?
I am looking,
Through windows and doors,
Looking at trees and between the shores
For that spark.
The little thing that ignites souls ablaze
Propels emotion to heights unknown
Cultivates thoughts hidden.
Crimson and Blue
By Gus BrandmeyerThere is crimson and blue on the floors,
Where the players shoot, shoot, shoot, and score,
In the stands the crowd cheers,
For all of Lawrence to hear,
Basketball is in our DNA,
Ever since James Nai,
Searching for Starry Night
By Guanghao YuWhen I look into the lonely night sky,
I am reminded of yesterday’s passion.
Didn’t the stars fill the sky last night?
Didn’t your face reflect
The radiance of the moon?
We made music in the air, dancing
Under heaven’s light.
Parting Gift
By Guanghao YuGive me an unagitated evening,
where I could sleep-walk
under a light rose-petal sky,
and arrive at your door,
40 miles away,
just in time for dinner.
Colorado Green
By Guanghao YuHave you seen her? You must have seen her,
she’s one of the trees, with all the rain
that she can bear:
Eye color? Colorado green.
Hair color? The evening sun.
Don’t mistake her voice
for the hidden opal stream.