Bittersweet Goodbye and Cold Fire

lyric poems by Tiffany – Bittersweet Goodbye If the Sun can shine all day, So my smile can never fade, I’ll hold your sweet memory forever. To this day, I’ll forever say, Never will I let you go to another person. But Oh No! Please let this be temporary. Oh, please, we are a bittersweet…

The Wilted Flower

in the style of Louise Glück’s  “The Red Poppy,” by Destini Preisler, Class of 2015 – You forget That I am still Alive. Thoughts: Oh, I have those; they Consume me. I have The weight of the world On my shoulders, my feet Stuck in place. I want to Move, but I cannot. The Sun…

A poem written in the quiet of the night

in free verse by Ananya – Crooked teeth with the yellow earbuds. I like you and your Peter Pan hair. I’ve heard you listening to Lou Reed Your earbuds were too loud. I would’ve tapped you on the shoulder right then and there and said “I love you” but I was too afraid because I…

Brightness

  a question and answer poem by Destini Preisler, Class of 2015 – “Why is it so bright today?” “Close the blinds.” “Where is the light coming from?” “Get away from the window.” “How did we get into the house?” “This is our home.” “How did we get out of the car?” “We always go…

Normal Sober Thoughts

  a Dada poem by Destini Preisler, Class of 2015 – When I walked outside today, the sun was out. I saw perfect stripes coming down. Stripes that were melting left over snow. Snow shoes are literally pointless. You wear them one damn time in the winter, When honestly, I can wear normal boots. Normal…

In the Rose Field

    a prose poem by Haley An army of roses dancing in color in the sunlight has an everlasting radiance in a variety, each shade contributing to the mismatched rainbow. They sway together in a slow dance to the wind. A soft soliloquy whispered ages ago is spoken in the breeze each night to…

Ache

a villanelle by Alyssa – I can’t do this anymore; Sorry that I feel this way, But I HAVE to cut you out.   I love you more than you will ever know, And yet you crush my frangible heart, aware of that fact or not. I have to cut you out.   There’s this…