Poetry

By: Gavin Little Where characters experience highs and lows, My love for them and their stories grows, Thoughts of anime invade my waking hours and my dreams, As I see the imagery of colors, skylines and light beams. Artists draw each frame with a flair. Writers craft every story with care. Each story speaks to me, While every frame makes me smile with glee. Anime is more than just a cartoon, It is another form of art that inspires you to shoot for the moon. When I am stuck a

By: Jordan Molin “Nevermore,” Uttered the Raven,   Repeating it forever more.   His beady eyes flashed as if he mocked me.   “Give me a response, fiend, born from ebony plumes!” I demanded,   “Will I be blessed by the smile of Lenore once again?”   Squawking, talking, inaudible words, the Raven muttered.    “Speak! I command thee!” I reached for my volume of forgotten lore,   Hurling it at the messenger from the Plutonian Shore.   The beast was unfazed and sidestepped,   Beat

By: Corey Cherenfant Looked out the window and into beautiful weather  It took 14,000 feet in the air to realize that we should be together  Feet in rhythm, hearts kept in line,I never guessed yours could beat like mine. Then the wind came, wild and unplanned,and suddenly I was reaching for your hand.We leapt together, through air so vast,screaming, laughing, free at last. The world below became blurred in a spinning delight, and I realized I’d been falling all night. When th

By: August Rosenthorpe Last Saturday  I went down to Baltimore   On a journey beyond   Those kissing gates    That conceal my art’s lore  As it fades into the mist of a misty moor  Trapped under the wood of a wooden floor  These gates hide the self-portrait of me  I’ve never even seen before    What if I could change it?  Erase their smudge of graphite    Somehow, I make it worse   As the darkness spreads even more  Covering up a great deal  Of the painting I yearn to reveal 

By: Autumn Fulton Do you ever feel like you're trapped in a cage On display, stuck like glue, feeling so blue  Make one wrong move, and you’ll be removed  Do you ever feel trapped in a cage The walls are closing in, stuck racing for the win  You feel the air grow thicker Eyes all around, look at the ground Do you ever feel trapped in a cage  Don’t pause at all, maybe a crawl The zoo, boohoo, you need rescue One last look, forever in a book Do you ever feel trapped in a cage,

By: Miya Reed Nose twitching, heart to fill. The grass full of dew, the sky spread wide, Yet patience keeps her by the side. She waits for dawn, for blooms to grow, Tender leaves, should the earth show. In quiet hours she learns her fate: Good things appear when hearts don’t haste. With gentle trust, she finds her plate, A feast arrives to those who wait.

By: Jordan Molin A biting, vengeful creature,   The iniquity of “Block,”   Goes unmatched by another.   The cruel-hearted beast is feared by all romantics.   It is seemingly immortal and unvanquishable,   To someone with glorious and ravishing thoughts.   But for her, it symbolizes far more.   It signifies the demise of her fantasies.   The pen’s scratching has ended.   The keys have ceased clicking.   The pencil tip has cracked and is left unsharpened.   The creativity is no

By: Brooke Robbins The ocean calls to me–  tells me to come closer   and let my thoughts be free  if even just for a moment.     The sand shifts under my feet  and the grains stick to my skin  the closer I get, focused only  on the pull of the water ahead.     The waves lap at my ankles,   greeting me like an old friend.   And the wind picks up,   enveloping me in its embrace.    So I let all my worries  creep in like the tide   as tears drip down my cheeks,   salt mixing wit

By: Siyana Randolph When you read a poem, each time it has a new meaning. It's reborn; given a new life. Each time you read a poem, there is a new tone. Details that you hadn’t noticed before become apparent  There is a new meaning.  New life.  Each time it is born again.  But so are you.  Each time you see that which is hidden.  New perspective.  New understanding.  New life.  Each time you notice new details,  Not only in the poem but in yourself.  You too are reborn.

By: Jamaal Reynolds The silence lingers after loss A shadow heavy on the chest Each day feels harder to embark The heart resists its need to rest A shadow heavy on its chest The tears return without command The heart resists its need to rest Yet time will take us by the hand The tears return without command But morning light begins to stay Yet time will take us by the hand  And guide us slowly through the day But morning light begins to stay A softer voice within the pain And

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