Poetry Corner

Words of Breath

by Star Henwood '25

I read many poems,

many of love and death,

I kiss the paper with every word read.

I take the meanings as if they are breath,

but the words start to fade,

and I feel a loss in deep.

So I picked up my pen and began to think.

I think and I think and soon the words bleed.

Then I put down my pen 

and again start to read.

I write many poems,

many of love and death, 

I kiss the paper with every word penned.

I take in the meanings for they are my breath. 

Definition or Sight?

by Star Henwood '25

Beauty is such an ugly word.

Its drawn out and stretched thin,

Each letter picked at and prodded,

but the letters mean nothing in the end.

Underneath its flaws hides its definition.

Now it's no longer ugly,

Do you see what I say?

Do you hear what you see?

Or do you understand the definition?

Unrequited Love

by Star Henwood '25

I started falling months ago,

diving straight for the ground.

I know little of this fellow,

but he reached for a cloud, 

and now he falls too.

across is a girl,

she’ll catch up quite soon,

Though she looks like she could hurl.

I saw you look down,

but you turned away,

among unrequited love I am crowned,

and here I shall stay. 

Fifteen

by Mary Huth '27

You pushed your friend at recess that day.

Going home, your mom ridiculed you on the drive.

But you were never a bad person or friend,

You were just being five.

You cheated on your first test that day.

Your teacher gave a note for your dad to sign.

But you were never a filthy criminal,

You were just being nine

Your first dog died that day

You didn’t know a thing about heaven.

You hoped that’s where he’d be going, but you didn’t know

Because you were only eleven.

You fought with your sister that day,

You called her stupid and mean.

You didn’t realize how much you’d need her

Because you were only thirteen.

You change yourself for other people,

Just begging to be seen.

They say that you should love yourself,

But that’s not easy when you’re fifteen.

We all make dumb decisions,

From age 3 to 105.

You will never always know what to do

As long as you’re alive.

So when you fail an “easy” test,

Or in class when you can’t stay awake,

Remember that you’re just fifteen

And give yourself a break.

You have your whole life to live,

So be authentic and true.

Live so free that when you look back,

You’ll be proud of you.