Poetry Section
Catch 22 of Love
By: Erin Yoo
Roses are sanguine
Violets are cerulean
Love is intangibly tangible
And Valentine’s Day is a Catch-22
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Roses are r e d, [c a r m i n e]
Violets are b l u e, [c y a n]
Sugar is s w e e t, [s a c c h a r i n e]
And so is [February].
Luck
By: Vera Rudolphi
Luck had nothing to do with it.
The pot of gold just meant more.
I ran the race and I finished last
But I started a mile behind anyways so
What’s the point of caring,
All my hard work meant nothing,
All of the storms, they rocked my boat
And I’ve barely kept from sinking.
But I didn’t.
But I won’t.
The loser is the quitter who knew
They could’ve done better.
I pulled myself from the gutter
Onto the field of clovers
I pulled away my covers
I let my eyes see the reason
For working hard even
When I knew it wouldn’t amount to anything,
When I knew all I could do would
Still be less than their lowest bar.
I started a mile behind but I pushed.
I finished a yard behind with nothing left to give.
Luck had nothing to do with it.
The pot of gold just meant more.
Love Poem
by: Vera Rudolphi
To look upon love is to blind
My own eye.
To see it is to weep
Myself to sleep.
To hear its gentle whisper is to wonder
How many others
Have been made better under
Its healing spell.
When Cupid’s arrow pierces
When Eros’s hand caresses
When Love itself blesses
I am left behind
I am forgotten
Or I shrink to nothing
So it cannot see me
So I cannot be given
What I wish to receive.
I can't Love you anymore
By: Vera Rudolphi
Because you kill me with your words and your smiles
That mean nothing more than the kindness that
Your very existence is made of.
When you wave at me in the hall,
I know it’s only because you caught me staring
And you’re too good to ignore me.
When you choose me to be in your groups,
I know it’s only because you felt bad that I was
In a corner of my own making.
You’re too good to be true,
Too smart to talk to,
Too lovely to look at.
I can’t love you anymore
Because to love you is to hate
Myself for hoping.