The air, swift.
Running through the earth’s hair, the grass.
Whispering the names of the trees, of the rock.
The air, rapid.
Falling with the rain, rising with the heat.
Like a balloon in a great storm.
The air, chaos.
Sloshing in the bowl we call sky.
Never resting, never leaving.
The air, changing.
We call wind.
Swift rapid chaos.
May slow.
But will never stop, not until nonexistence.
Category: 2016-17 Submissions
poem submission post for 2017
G A L A X Y
Do you ever look up at the night sky
And see
Eyes?
A ghost of
Someone
Something
You know from another lifetime?
They don’t speak much,
But tell you
Everything.
Rocks are Hard
I was confused,
Didn’t know what had just happened
Like a bug hitting a windshield
I was there floating,
In the water as I felt the warmth
Of blood run down my back
and my life flashing before my eyes
What had just happened?
I was not sure
The last few seconds,
Had been a daze to me
All I knew was that
I had to get help.
Above
Up high in the sky
where whirling winds fly
through the bustling cities
surrounded by clouds as soft as kitties
a billion miles above the ground
if you look up I am found
with various sights for all to see
there is no other place I’d want to be
Unimaginable
The stomp of a monster,
the voice of a dragon.
All at once, the
Beauty
arises. Unimaginable
Nothing can compare U are the
to the magic U are what it needs.
in its eyes U are what it wants,
on the glistening sand
Warmth and life Makes the mark of a U
is all there is imaginable, Soft as a feather,
but it shows you the
Christmas Morning
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
My hand skyrockets from under my covers
I check the time
6:00 on the dot
Adrenaline
My heart starts beating
My head fills with questions
I rendezvous with my sister in the hall
Two sets of eyes peer over the banister at a glistening Fir laden with ornaments
We stare in awe at the amount of gifts bestowed upon us
Two sets of feet race down the stairs, creating a drumroll like sound
We are off towards the tree like two lions pouncing on a helpless zebra
364 days pass
The process repeats
How Did I Get So Lucky
I’ve never had a best friend,
At least not one like her.
She is loving, she is funny, she is everything.
There’s no one like her.
Our never ending adventure.
Our never ending laughter.
Makes me want to live life with her,
Forever.
She’s the light of my life,
My reason for happiness.
I would be lost in the middle of nowhere without her guidance.
My life wouldn’t be the same without her.
I wouldn’t get that indescribable joy without her.
I wouldn’t experience this happiness without her.
I know she is always on my side,
She will support me through anything and everything.
I come to her when I need to smile,
I know she’ll get the job done.
I can’t help but smile when i’m with her.
She is perfect.
I’m lucky to have a best friend like her.
There is nobody else like her.
How did I get so lucky?
I love you Olivia.
I Want You Back
Young.
Healthy.
Happy.
Loved.
Why?
You were everything.
You were the sun.
I want you back, your warm hugs and loud laughter.
I want it all back.
I thought you were happy.
You took your life away
With no warning.
When was the last time I had said I loved you?
I don’t know.
I want to know.
I miss you.
You said you’d be there in a second
But instead you pulled the trigger.
It’s okay.
You had your reasons that I don’t understand.
I’m glad you’re happy now.
But i wish you were happy here.
With me.
But you’re gone.
I love you.
Ode to Swimming
Oh swimming,
For you I’m trimming
Down my free time
Because you require the dedication of a lifetime.
A friend’s party may await,
But for you I will be late.
I kick and pull,
And swallow many a mouthful
Of your crystal blue flowing wool.
If I pause for just one day,
You chase me ‘cause
Without you, I’m astray
You take much dedication
To travel across the nation
And compete
To attempt an amazing feat.
So thank you, swimming,
You are my light
Without you, I’m missing
A part of me and it doesn’t feel right.
“Poetry”
Poetry
What is poetry?
Playing with words
and silly sounds,
Singing a song
All the way to town.
Crying out your feelings
So sad,
But poetry
is not that bad.
Swaying
Words
From
Left
To
Right.
Poetry will never stop.
Whether it is to be
Or not to be
It
Will never end.
The End