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Heartbeat & Haiku
Composed on a run
With autopilot turned on
And an old love song
Quick little poems
With no start, nor a clear end
Grown just in my head
In a cozy nook
Not unwritten, but unsaid
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Home
He waits each year
For that one week of the summer
Where he can feel freeAnd finally be himself
Kin among kinFinding safety in their differences
He watches the young ones -
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Bus ride
Riding down the winding mountain trail
In an uncomfortable school busListening to Stevie Wonder
While laughing as we fall out of our seats
From the impact of each pothole -
Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
Loves
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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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Size-11 EB Garamond
My words don't come
in anything other
than my voice, and
my voice doesn't come
in size-12 Times New Roman;
It comes in butterfly wings and
cluttered poems and ideas that
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Hope, Maybe
… What is this?
Is it …
No.
It can’t be.
But …
It looks like …
Good news?
And a feeling, something almost forgotten.
Hope?
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a letter from ninestars to my friends
I come here to
express myself
semi-anonymously,
but freely
and happily.
My laptop is
bombarded with
tabs, one of which
is YWP.
Always.
I may not
write a poem