Poetry

Me and Me

by Willa DuBois

i’m a pretty energetic person i’ve asked if i can stand on a chair and sing happy birthday in public, I’m kinda all over the place a little bit of willa, just off center of the room laughing at a dare i gave myself a little willa talking to you neatly placed sarcasm filling the

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God’s Country

by Cecelia Fox

Every morning the sun rises from the east and sets in the west. Every night the sky is filled with a billion tiny lights. Even the moonlight shines atop the gleaming lakes. The lakes are surrounded by land (of course), but with tall hills. The hills have eyes I like to say. They are full

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Life’s Quintessence

by Tanmaya Murthy

A sumptuous delicacy, sour and sweet Bitter at times, but a feisty feast A subtle symphony of righteousness and goodwill Mellow melody that comes along, a dream to fulfill Elegant as a lyrical pirouette, poetic as a virtuous verse A fable of morality and peace, a literary ocean to immerse Oneself, where the azure waters

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What is Our Relationship to the Earth?

by Maria Christian

Late April, 2010. I am lying on my back. We are so high up in the mountains that the snow is nowhere near melting. Back home the temperature is in the low 80s. Up above us the stars are blinking, cold and clear, in the black sky. I am 10 years old. As my teacher

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Blue

by Victoria Rathernottell

Blue is vastness The sea drooling Waves crashing against rocks My mirrored image staring at me From moonlit ocean tides Blue is hope, rejuvenation Owls screeching, snow melting Trees sprouting in the plain Sparrows painting twilight Stars flourishing; the moon chanting Someone falling into the sky Blue is peace Deer skipping through pools of diamonds

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Here Comes Winter

by Angela Nguyen

Sometimes, Winter is an old man, hobbling along slowly, spreading only a thin layer of snowy powder, like dandruff, from the tip of his knobbly cane to the cracked pavement. Old Man Winter, his tenuous grasp on the season breaks easily with the swift and spritely step of Spring. Other times, Winter is a young

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Immortality, Poetry, and a Whole Lot of Spinning

by Noorjehan Asim

Words have, and always will be, a powerful way for humans to convey their thoughts and feelings to others. Yet despite so many ways to communicate, humans still live in a world very divided. There are many ways for us to live in peace; why then do we choose to travel the tougher path? Coexistence among

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Still, The Cup Steams

by Sunwrita Dastidar

Cosy and warm A fire blazing A cup steaming Luxury unbound Yet demands More and more lives Given to save Ten thousand here Twenty thousand there One by one they drop Still the cup steams The fire blazes Futile tears are shed No meaning, no feeling Just for show While those who really cry Are

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My Dawn

by Richard Guzman

Stuck between two roads One of light One of dark I must make a choice with heavy heart What to do Should I move? Can’t I stay? No! A choice They ask and it must be clear Both roads call Each in one ear But sick of both I finally scream Neither! Just let me

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The Big Apple Is a Poem Itself

by Niti Majethia

Coldness had tiptoed into New York City as the winter bird had begun weaving its nest. It let out chirps in the air and I swallowed them in, my tummy tumbling. I walked through the neighborhood of New York University, my heart bustling, just like the city. It was November 11th, 2012, and of course,

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