Posts
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The best part about summer
The best part about summer
Is the nothingness of it
Lying on a blanket in your back yard
A book on your chest
And iced tea in a mason jar
The best part about summer is the Fourth of July
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A Silent Witness (a writing challenge idea)
Write a fiction or non-fiction story in poetry or prose about the lifetime of an accessory, (a bracelet, watch, favorite pair of shoes, anything you watch every day) from when you get to the time you must throw it away through this object's eyes.
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To Be a Poet
To be a poet is not to write poems
No,
Most anyone can do that
Most anyone has done that
For school,
Maybe
To be a poet is to see a tree
And not just see a tree
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stop. drop. roll.
stop.
stop running.
stop worrying.
stop everything.
drop.
drop to the ground.
drop your possessions.
drop everything.
roll.
roll anyway from the fire.
roll away from your fears.
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Totality
2:15
This sun is mostly full, though there is a slight nibble out the side
2:30
A bigger bite, almost Pacman shaped
3:00
Looks like a crescent moon, but it's actually the opposite
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The Snow Falls
No school today,
For the first time since December
It's been five months,
Almost half a year,
Yet the snow falls,
We ripped March off the calendar
Yet the snow falls,
The snow melted in February,
Loves
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For Thalia (In honor of what she went through)
Note: I was given Thalia's consent before publishing this to YWP.
Last year
April of 2023
Our story begins
Thalia and I were talking in class
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Actor
We're all actors
Every one of us
pretending, acting, faking
we've all done it
Fake smile,
Fake laugh,
Fake happy,
Fake sad.
I've bottled it all up, I can barely feel real.
What's real?
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just another poem
I can't breathe,
I haven't felt like this in a while.
I thought it was getting better,
But I'm still drowning in screams.
Breathe,
Take some air, you deserve it.
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Hope but
In 2050,
In Vermont:
I hope there will be
the same amount
of forest,
but there may
be less
as there is now
from 1990.
I hope my children
will know
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One Voice
Sitting at the television,
Watching the inauguration,
A young woman goes on stage,
She says she has a vision.
Right then and there, the shadows fade,
All that’s left is a shining place,