Poem

Writing

Drafted

By Sasha Baldwin

right now, I am a rough draft.

I am left here to be

looked back on and revised


The Melody

By Saadia Siddiqua

Standing 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 Mackey

A old man beyond salvation

slumps on the ground

and prepares for his end.

He starts listing what he doesn’t have


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 


Evolution

By Richard Koulen

One star, a single shining star,

Made us today, who we are.

When rocks both smooth and coarse,

Came together with force.

When the galaxy was new,

Something in space was a brew!


tidal waves

By Olivia Humphrey

Some 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


Passions

By Nicole Miller

Red and burning

Heart jumping

Pumping

A whisper of excitement

Concealed behind hesitant lips

Waiting to slip

Forget.


One Step Closer

By Molly Langdon

It 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 Bluitt

I'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 Herrington

I 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 Rueschoff

Twirling

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 Luchinsky

From his lips

To the paper,

To the teacher,

To the air,

To my mind that will not recall.


Tickled Truffle

By Lindsay Luchinsky

A 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,


P(h)ew

By Lindsay Luchinsky

This curving,
cynical back behind me, it’s:
A warm bench,
A warm chestnut bench,

A warm chestnut.  A cold foreboding pew.
Luster here has now turned bland:
contaminated with waltzing dust and
a reek of pages
not turned for a decade.
Maybe more.


Balcony Wishes

By Lauren Blood

The 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,


Blank

By Kayla Wiltfong

It is a wall.

It is stiff, blank. Unmoving. 

It guards the paradise 

That she knows belongs there.

It is a stone

Waiting for her, the sculptor, 

To make it mean something.


Signs of Life

By Julia Wakefield

The 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 Greer

The 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


Finding Passion

By Hailey DeWolfe

Hello? 

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 


Crimson and Blue

By Gus Brandmeyer

There 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 Yu

When 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 Yu

Give 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 Yu

Have 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.


Dreamer

By Grant Mathews

A star-studded with nothing but dreams,

Walking the path she had laid.

Big things would come they say,

Nothing but lies through the door way.


A Writer's Rhythm

By Gabrielle Brazzell

Sometimes all it takes is

A lyric of a song 

A fragment of a conversation 

A moment captured in a photograph 

Then suddenly there you are 

Using whatever you can 

Napkins, paper, your own skin 


Praise Poem

By Ethan Herman

I believe that I am tasty Hershey Bar.

I’m 4'11" and, I think I’m as tall at the great big Redwood tree.

I’m as handsome as a daisy.

When fall comes it brings multi-colored leaves that are the best to look at.

I believe that I’m a great big shiny star.


Hollow

By Emily Wilkinson

I am in love with a girl… who is afraid of breakfast,

who brews coffee in the morning like gasoline feeding a starving engine.

Her fingers dance around the machinery of her waist out of step with reality.


Forever in Paradise

By Emily Steinmetz

Not all passion is love or an action, 

it is a feeling and can be full of hatred.

The enemies of which we seek,

the monsters that we associate in our dreams are stuck within our heads.


The Walk On

By Daniel Markiewicz

The fans knew it was the end

Their championship hopes were looking as bleak as a stormy night

As the star player fell down in fear

There was a crack that was clear

For his leg bone was fractured with an ambulance near


If Only it Wasn't a Dream

By Christopher Moore

I can hear the loud silence

coming from the 100s of seats.

The pristine Steinway grand sits right in front of me.

I touch the black bench and feel its leathery surface.

I sit down and realize


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