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Self-Reproach
The wind came for me; shook my soul Whistling, rageful, forceful. I stood still and welcomed it. Danced with it in unison. Felt its wrath while wilted leaves fell at…
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I Attempt to Explain
I’m running through my shortening list of excuses, trying to reason my way out of the gaping hole somewhere inside the unmapped chambers of my heart. With your biology pragmatism,…
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My Way Home
I wrote this poem as advice to myself. At the end of this summer my best friend left to live in another country, and as I was walking away after…
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Sparrow
I was in an international writing program where I was given the assignment to write a poem and make a film about it. I had no experience in poetry so…
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My First Heartache
By Anonymous, 16 You burned Your smile into my eyes. I thanked you for this gift, And tucked it on my lowest shelves So I could Pluck it easily when…
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Milky Way
I wrote this poem as a response to everyone who has told me that I can't do something. "Milky Way" is a poem of spite and retribution. Never let anyone…
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the perfection
My inspiration was perfectionism and how it could be a bad attribute to have. I have my fair share of perfectionistic tendencies that fester into anxiety. I wrote this piece…
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How to Build a Mannequin
I was inspired by the Asian culture while writing this poem. Growing up, being compared to children I’ve never even met is a common occurrence. It’s an internal competition between…
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How to Enjoy High School
Most guides on the internet aimed at incoming high school freshmen are entitled “how to survive high school” or “how to get through high school”. These titles make high school…
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Where I Am From
After a four-year poetry hiatus, I created "Where I am From" as an assignment for English class. My situation at the time left me craving respite from all the craziness…
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Bittersweet
By Will Lieber, 18, Illinois This is the first poem I have attempted to write on my own outside of school. I never took much of an interest in poetry…
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Cinderella
I like to write poems from the perspectives of women, fictional or real, who have inspired me. Growing up Cinderella was my favorite fairytale: I was always captivated by her…
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Home Within
We look at others Not with a gaze but an analytical eye Focusing on the curvatures of the body The glow of the skin The sheen of the hair The…
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Branded
From birth we were branded and now we are left lost and stranded Our insecurities and fear fall off our lips and are heard by those around us A story…
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Falling
My mind wandered freely and my feet followed I didn’t focus on where to go because I simply didn’t know I was just looking for something new The path emerged…
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Ode to Sixteen Summers
summer seems not long ago yet now the blizzards come and go with sleet and slush and silver snow the trees swish-sway, to and fro.
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Railway for the Lost
the train continues on restless for a home creaking through railways steering through winding and unyielding lines of uncharted territory the train stops for a brief moment departing from its…
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The hero you cannot save
i guess i will always be this: the warm coat you reach for on a rainy friday night. the hand you grab onto when the world has sunk you and…
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Wild Child
on a school trip to Toronto I bought myself a souvenir a keychain from Canada’s Wonderland. I couldn’t find one with my name on it and the others had silly…
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Day 1 of _______
I never imagined it would be this beautiful, the sun falling gently into your tornado sky eyes.
