a funeral a crowd of black swarming around a closed casket hot tears on cold cheeks four words, five syllables the sky became cloudy once the golden child died and I remained they look at me I know what they’re thinking four words, five syllables the dull cry of a violin footsteps far too gentle…
Category: Poetry
at last, sleep by Carolyn Hasty
you’ve hung your clothes on the line clipping each cloth gently with a clothespin praying it doesn’t rain knowing it doesn’t matter anyways the kitchen sits empty darkness resting in every corner the smell of damp wood and coffee lingering in the air the loneliness oozing out of every inch of your being …
Cairns by James Byrd
I awoke as I now know myself among the ash trees by a shallow pond, their branches spread wide. After taking a drink from the clear water I grabbed the smooth stones by the bank and considered how I may have found myself swaddled by the ashes’ shade. I pile the stones, starting from the…
A Series of 4 by Jose Flores
Aisumasen Marmalade skies and tangerine trees Were just a daydream Milk and honey once sweet Is now empty as a yellow submarine I wish for yesterday But now she’s leaving home I wish it was getting better But sadly happiness is a warm gun The Gift Of Ignorance I was once a saturday child Batman,…
Stations by Nevaeh
In this state of mind A prison Feeling trapped in any direction I go Dreading what will come next That’ll never let me sleep Endless thoughts Some call it overthinking To me An everyday routine Some days it’s pianos and classical Others it’s heavy metal and rock Or neither Seems it plays these thoughts whenever…
Insomnia by Micaela Pinto
Insomnia My mind and heart crouch toe-to-toe, To wait for gunshot’s blast- For when it sounds, they’ll start to race, When all but time goes fast. Ah night has come, which splendid feast, Can body, mind, and soul sustain, I, for one, have starved so long, That hope, I know, is had in vain. For…
July 3rd by Katrina Johns
Deep in my gut, the denial grew Blossoming over till it spilled anew Gone were those happy-go-lucky days, The day that July 3rd came Sweeping away what once was- My companion The heat of summer took you Before the first storm came, You were gone, and it came And I wept
Fire’s Whisper by Braidynne Brashear
Sweet candlelight. Dancing in the depths of nightfall. Sweet candlelight. Caressing the shadows all white. Wax runs down like a waterfall. It almost dies in a cool squall. Sweet candlelight. Biography: Braidynne Brashear started Aims in the fall of 2018 as a Concurrent Enrollment student. She graduated from high school and Aims in 2020. Braidynne…
String by Bernadette Ledbetter
The man on the moon Gave us something to do. With a string and a ring We went to find Ping For his future wife was calling. With the strings attached We pulled them together Waiting to see what would happen. When they saw one another They embraced and they sang For they were always…
Summer by Bernadette Ledbetter
Outside was so bright and sunny Golden rays dripping like honey Birds flew high in the sky Childish fingers clinging to the memories He grinned from ear to ear, “Summer is so warm and yummy.”
A Writer’s Lament by Dasha
I hate to write poetry The words never go where I want ‘em They limp along precariously And they never stay where I put ‘em My rhyming scheme is inconsistent My meter is all wrong This poem needs some assistance No good words rhyme with wrong
American Farmer by Lisa Smith
American Farmer Golden seas of grain stretched out far and wide Hours of work put into the field Every farmer’s pride Hoping the harvest has good yield Praying for good weather American Farmers get no rest Keeping their farms together Vowing to give their very best The unsung heroes of our land We need to…
The Darkness by Abby Moser
Trigger Warning: Abuse The Sun and the Moon I didn’t question that he was placed here for me. The light he carried cured the darkest parts of my soul. I lost myself in him When he left Darkness greeted me with a kiss. I let it devour me whole Now each night I wait for…
March 13th by Lissa Horsman-Gettman
March 13, 2020 I remember it so clearly It started off like any other day The kids were all so cheery It was Friday, and they were ready to play But as the day progressed The stress began to grow We thought we were so blessed Until they mentioned Covo Frantically we started prepping For…
Her Withered Fingers by Samantha Byerly
I believe I could find myself seeking to live with the leaves of grass and flowers for a while. At the base of my soul, and yours too, I feel a deep and unfeigned togetherness with nature. It wasn’t until you led me down that narrow, dirt path through those silent woods, That I came…
Fills the Cracks with Gold by Dasha
He walks across the fire With strides wide and bold He reaches for my hand And fills the cracks with gold He sees the person that I am He knows my truths untold He sits down here beside me And fills the cracks with gold He wraps his arms around me And protects me from…
Vylona by Elizabeth Richards
She smelled like herbs and sunlight. Like failed attempts at gardening and healing salves. She sounded like lullabies and the forest. Like warnings and black bears. She looked like impulsive decisions and brash words. Like soft spoken, begrudging apologies and life-risking loyalty. She felt like warm hugs and carefully bandaged wounds. Like anger veiled by…
Sweet Tooth, or Stomach Ache by Lillie Irene Hernandez
Your lips are burnt sugar, glazed with vanilla the texture of whipped syrup. Your cheeks are like pieces of silk draped over a crooked wireframe. Your eyes are like pools of stolen moonlight, only they hide rigid daggers beneath them. Your tongue is contracted to a script, only so effortlessly written that my heart dances…
The Tailor Patched by Zoe Coats
A woman of rhyme without reason Was Miss Melanie Bleu She wore their scorn well— The woman who was taboo. He’d left her at the altar With naught but a festering feast; To another who stays gold His heart was only leased. To the tailor she went a-calling She’d dress fit for a queen Her…
Paint Me Back to Life by Eliza Bratt
She’s different now. I used to see her in chaos The bustle of people on the street The laugh of a child in the theater The bark of a dog in a winter park The hum of a car outside my window. Now I find her in silence In every frostbitten morning In every sunrise…
To-Do List by Elizabeth Dorst
It’s nice when I can count the worries on my hand I look at my list (my digits) and I know where I stand Then I can start to check them off one by one, Using a knife I cut my worries from my hand (very fun) I’m left with a beautiful perfect red stump,…
Cry, O Young One by Elizabeth Dorst
Sweet sap fills the air he sees, Through the thick mist and trees, He sees the bear-man, strong and tall, The little tenderfoot drools, He wants it all. But alas, his small feet are weak, He can’t express his love, His spirit is meek, He runs away when the bear-man is near, From shyness and…
Letter from an Ex-Gifted Kid by Elizabeth Richards
Please stop calling me smart. I don’t like it, and it’s not a compliment. Every time those words leave your mouth, I want to peel my skin off, Open up my skull and show you What those words have done to me. The scars on my self-love, The minuscule paperweight I call my self-worth, (The…