Poetry

  • Poetry

    By Zoe

    The First Hug

    I don’t remember
    what I was wearing,
    only that everything felt
    too heavy for a ten-year-old
    to carry.

    The world had been quiet
    in all the wrong places —
    no voices soft enough,
    no arms open long enough
    to stay.

  • Poetry

    By Zoe

    Motion, Meaning, Memory

    If all is ash, and only one breath remains,
    let it speak not of endings,
    but of patterns —
    how stars learned to burn,
    how cells whispered to one another
    until they sang.

  • Poetry

    By Zoe

    Still We Rise

    In shadows where silence forgets to breathe,
    we find the smallest flicker —
    a light too stubborn to die.

    The world breaks, yes,
    but so do waves —
    only to return,
    stronger,
    to the shore.

  • Mr. Hero

    Dear Mr. Hero 
    Have you won the last war? 
    Oh Mr. Hero 
    Have you caught him before?

    He isn’t a sinner 
    But he’ll contemplate 
    Doing something a good man 
    Won’t do
    How about you?

  • jumpers

    It's strewn on the floor

    again, because I was too lazy

    to throw it in the hamper

    and instead it's on the carpet floor.

     

    And it's there next time

    I'm crying on the floor;

  • I Cry

    I cry because my love could lose her livelihood for loving me and yet she loves 

    I cry because to live is a gift I thought was a curse and now I refuse to die 

  • Poetry

    By Zoe

    Never Just Us

    i want to be you.
     i want to unzip myself
     and step into your skin.
     wear your smile like armor.
     speak with your voice
     and not feel it shake.