Tag: poetry

A sanctuary, sculptedOf sea-swept, salt-Sanctified sails Her wood whispering onWind-wild waves,Wailing warbled wishes Seizing scallops of surf on Her hull rasp—Salve to siren-infected soul,Of a sailor scared to seraph-seeing Find warmth in wondering,Waltzes on wistful waters under friendly guides—untilWarped wanderlust turns inexorably wicked Still: salvage sainthood in Her sighsAnd signs, showStar searched steps Quickly! Weave… Continue reading Adelaide Kick – She, Sirenic

The night before my wedding, I am restless and awakeThe fields yield ‘neath my form, wind wails over blades of greyBefore the feast and bedding and such liberties to takeBefore the village swarms, cries “Rejoice! Rejoice, we say!”It is not my betrothed I dread, he’s hardly hawk or snakeI’ve taken watch while he sleeps deep,… Continue reading Fiona Carpenter – Lone Wolves

This is the road, I call, I say it so, The road not built, not toiled, the greens verdant, The greens brambled with spite, venom, and trial, Greens so thick, the light cannot be seen, Greens so deep, the air cannot be breathed, But I smile so, I take the axe and hoe, the rock… Continue reading Samuel Fieldson -This is the Road

There once was a birdWho sat, straight and tallTelling stories she’d heardTo no one at all. She’d sing and she’d shoutFor her friends from afarBut none were aboutSo she shouted no more She’d heard tales of fair maidensAnd stories of godsThere were whispers on the windsOf men who beat the odds She longed to be… Continue reading Olivia Wang – There once was a bird

The winter poem On a winter night when the moon is crying,the water bowl in the upper neck freezes,but my grandmother embraces theyoung me in the blanketand mumbles over and over again. The beggars in the marketplace will be fine tonight,or the door next to the salt shed won’t freeze and die. Ah I used… Continue reading Daniel Kim – The winter poem

I believed I believed in the way you called my name I believed how you’d tell jokes with that smile I believed when you’d let me help with dinner By cutting fresh rosemary that was uncomfortably sticky I believed the days you walked me to school On mondays when the grass was freshly cut I… Continue reading Anonymous – I Believed

up. seven o’clock, monday. breathe in, breathe out. look in the mirror, tell yourself it’s okay. get dressed, eat breakfast, finish homework convince yourself it’ll all be worth it. drive yourself to school, then sit in the car for five minutes. what am i waiting for? i’m gonna be late. say hi to your friends,… Continue reading Olivia Wang – One Day

The sun rose for the very last time it’s heat so close to the surface Feeling the warm breeze and the trees swaying Lips cracking as you heat up, mouth dry Waiting for the clock to strike 12 Knowing this was the very last time The moon rose for the very last time Capturing our… Continue reading Destiny Bachman – The Sun Rose for the Very Last Time

I am from skies and clouds out the window Early mornings with groggy faces Flying endless hours over deep blue waters Going from home to unfamiliar places.   I am from confusion and bewilderment, A dialect not of my own Crowds of people With no rhyme or reason.   I am from a little boy… Continue reading Leah Walrath – I Am From Family

I am from the smell of chlorine, permanently stamped on my skin From the almost unbearable tightness of the racing suit From the blasting music From the bone chilling water that we always swear isn’t heated.   I am from Coach Mike’s crazy conspiracy theories From “don’t give me your problems, give me your solutions” From… Continue reading Julia Petrino – I am from