Sonnets
Deception
By: Teagan Thurston
There is a thin line between love and hate,
But love involves butterflies and feelings.
I assure you there is no more debate,
I have no doubt, there was never meaning.
I hate you today. Hate you tomorrow.
You loved her more than you ever loved me.
I don’t forgive you. I have no sorrow.
Why do you like her? She’s a nobody.
I could never want you now, get a clue.
You have changed my views on love forever.
We are over, I will have to make do.
I’m over this entire endeavor.
We had been together for far too long.
This is no love song, we’re forever wrong.
Blanked
By: Olivia Walstad
The rain falls down the window in a race.
The skies are gray, and the wind blows by fast.
Through the storm I look out and see your face,
And I lost track of which one came in last.
Your piercing, yet warm eyes, shine through the storm.
You had me utterly consumed with you.
I dare not to blink, our gaze can’t be torn.
You had me above the clouds like I flew,
And I knew then you were the one for me.
Nothing about you could ever be missed.
Like your eyes, the color of honey tea,
And the way your soft, pink, lips should be kissed.
You were standing in the warm rain outside,
But I blinked, and I’m now by your bedside.
The Predicament of a Writer
By: Melanie Koopmans
Her hair is as shiny and soft as silk,
Her eyes are as blue as the vast ocean.
She is beautiful and she cannot wilt,
But our love would cause lots of commotion.
I am but a young man who likes to write,
Hands forever filled with ink and calloused.
I couldn’t be with her, try as I might,
So many would be infused with malice.
But how I wish I could be loved by her
And we’d live happily ever after.
I could remove bad things that may occur
And nobody else would ever matter.
We could be in love with no large ordeal.
We could be in love if she was just real.
Who? I Say
By: Joel Voigt
I Say, Who is that there beauty yonder?
My friend gives no reply, for she instead
inquires, Who is that gent beyond her?
I see no gent, we continue our tread
The Mirror Merchant asks: How can I help?
I Say, I am looking for myself, see?
His reply: See I do, see for yourself.
He hands me myself, and asks: What of she?
I need a portrait of my one true love
Says she. The merchant laughs, Be careful, Girl.
She takes the frame, holding it with a glove
I thought of who her love was, head a whirl
She smiles, and I inquire, Who? I Say
She turns the portrait to me, You, I Say.
The Thrill
By: Peytyn Kolberg
In the end, we will all die of something,
Whether it be natural or be killed.
In the end, it will all be for nothing,
So I walk the edge, I love being thrilled
Walking on the edge means living your life,
But don't be too careless, or you will die.
Once you turn your back, they pull out the knife,
They will leave you lifeless and bleed you dry.
You see the light fade, wishing it would stay,
But when you wake to see heavens gates split.
Entering the church, the place you must pray,
Terror you brought when you said “I admit!”
And when you hear of heavens alarm ring,
Run before he gets you, all hail the king.
The Memories of Them Seem to Swirl
By: Miranda Mullarkey
The Memories of them seem to swirl
In the shop window they used to visit, downtown.
That hill, filled with shards of bloody glass that twirl
In the wind downhill. Just like remorse, they drown.
Remorse, guilty long stares, she tries to avoid
When she walks down street, towards the cold hill.
Her feet stop. Flatline. Silence fills the void.
She only ever hears the passing car's thrills.
At the top of downhill, wind whistles past,
Reminders of the sirens calling out.
That guilty cold feeling stays here at last
Like souls that linger in the air about.
Everything had stopped, once they left that hill.
Rain pours down the downhill; their souls stay still.
We Were Both Children Out of Wedlock
By: Samantha Leckie
We were both children born out of wedlock;
Our mother nor father ever loved us.
Every time we heard our mom try to talk;
We ran to hide in fear she would hit us.
Many times they wouldn't provide us much food;
Often heard they wish we were never born.
Several times fights between others ensued;
Her counts abuse left our family torn.
We shut our hearts off from receiving love;
Learned we could only trust each other.
You taught us the life we never knew of;
Time of shame with our abusive mother.
No matter how hard we try to hate you;
The fact we loved our mother is still true.
Glory to Ukraine
By: Brett Haag
The bombs fell in the city at dark of night.
They fall and blow, the city glows and ignites.
They dropped them with thoughts of might and to smite,
little they know, these bombs have us unite
They fought with brutal tactics, and fall we did,
back to capital, last mark on the grid.
We held on for months, leaving they forbid;
Murdered us they did, even our small kids.
Though much we have lost, the war was not won.
They may have the stronger and better guns,
but soon, they run and their progress undone.
For soon, they are shun, and the world is one.
Those Russians chose wrong, now they feel our pain,
for we will not bow down, Slava Ukraine!