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pumpkin patch in september
when the time comes
i am not ready.
as in,
the ground beneath me is still dew-soft with summer
and i am just barely stretching awake
to a morning not yet frosted over. they grab my stem
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before your work goes on
(i mean)
the work goes on
(in shouted songs & permanent marker protest signs
in places i'm not sure if i can still call home)
the cause endures
(in all the children born to these times and
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those poets and their sunrises
(ywp is like the sunrise)
washed in watercolor above the sleeping world
enchantingly illuminatory
& strawberry melting into orange creamsicle. if you pay
close attention, it never really ends
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favorite foods challenge
2025-2026 challenge submission!
Favorite foods! What is it, and/or: how do you make it, where did you first taste it (if you can remember lol), and who/what/where does it remind you of?
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summery/autumnal
summer's like / skips on a record player, pink and beat up by two moving vans and two generations of children who danced to the Bee Gees on / rugs that aren't there anymore / i have successfully wasted three mon
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Loves
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Still A While To Go
I was so quiet then,
standing all alone against the concrete wall
in ill fitting jeans
with an awkward bob made of my soft blonde hair.
I listened instead of speaking
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Late Night Thoughts
I'm lost in little infinities,
in stars that multiply the longer I look.
I lose count of what's real and what's not,
unsure when the endless stream of numbers concludes,
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snow
the smell of snow
sharp and bright
like the world holding its breath
just before it turns new -
The Things We Almost Say
There is a language
spoken only in half-glances,
in the weight of a pause
just before someone smiles. -
Those Who Love Life
(YWP Editor's Note: Congratulations to Csquared! This poem is the November 2025 winner of The Tomorrow Project's monthly awards!
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one million things to do instead of studying
Instead of studying for the test
that I completely forgot about,
that is first period tomorrow morning,
I'm going to write a poem.
Because what else would I do? Study?
Hell no.
Let's be serious here.