A Poem Not About Love
by Jenna S., St. Anthony, MN
This is a poem not about love
A poem not about knowing glances
Or hands held illicitly under the table
A poem not about sweaty hands
Or butterflies in the stomach
A poem not about nervous laughing
Or small gestures
Pardon my frankness, but this is nothing like a summer ...
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An Evening Spent Dancing
by Daniel S., Lockport, IL
My socks didn’t match,
My tie was too long,
We stepped side to side
To the sound of the song.
Round, around we went,
Her dress twirled slightly,
But my eyes betrayed me
As I dipped her politely.
With that same embrace,
She once did deceive.
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Anorexic Angel
by Paula O., Brighton, CO
Don’t call me beautiful,”
You say,
And most sincerely.
“I’m not beautiful, not yet.”
I look at you
Past the featherless scalds in your velvet wings
Past your dull, hell-bent halo with but a faint glimmer surviving
And into your eyes.
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Flaming Love
by Bethany G., Phoenix, AZ
The fire ignites ...
It began with stolen glances
An “accidental” caress of the hand here and there.
What at first was puppy love, soon became too much to bear.
We said hello to each other as we walked amongst friends.
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Gotta Have It
by Bethany P., Ridgway, PA
Do I really need you,
Or am I just being apprehensive of being alone.
Because we’ve been together for way too long
And I seemed to have built my life around you.
But thank you for tearing those walls down,
Thank you for showing me that
You never truly know someone.
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Hesitation
by Rebecca E., Williamsburg, VA
“Dare to dream” my summer love said
as I shoved his lips into
the darkest corner of my heart and
he stood laughing
so randomly like a drunken
mad man and I screamed
“GO AWAY!”
I was proud
I was doing exactly what I said I’d do
In ...
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Just You
by Anna D., Toronto, Ontario, Canada,
I don’t sweat liquid silver
or bleed solid gold
My eyes are not diamonds
they are just blue
My skin isn’t milk
it is simply peach
My hair isn’t sunshine
it’s just blond
My breath isn’t exotic fragrance
it’s just Juicy Fruit
I ...
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Left Real
by Ivy S., Loganville, WI
sometimes I wonder if I’m the only one left real
other times I know I am
it lies in simple words
and sits in simple lies
“if only they could, they’d care”
and if only I could, I wouldn’t ask them to
sometimes I think they’ve all left me ...
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Like a Man
by Jessica L., Athens, WV
So, you say you’re in love?
Sure, you love his warm, benign lips
And delicious breath.
The savory, redolent spice
Of Abercrombie cologne.
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Please Don’t Go
by Dara G., Deltaville, VA
Shards of my heart lay scattered on the floor
don’t step on them on your way out.
Even though you’re the one who grabbed it and twisted it.
You knew I’d let you, there was no doubt.
You hurled it as fast and hard as you could
until it burst against the wall.
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Puddles
by James S., E. Setauket, NY
Surely I’m not the only one who’s stopped
At the edge of a puddle in the sidewalk
When the sunlight was hitting it just right
So that the illusion of the azure sky was
Covering cracked bitter concrete.
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Puppet Master
by Darren A., Ayer, MA
Strings are tangled
Not sure in what direction
For they all somehow together
Meeting to their other half
The piece that holds them
You’re that half I thought
But the strings are too tangled
Even for us to try to fix now
I guess over time it might ...
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Restless
by Ashley C., Rock Springs, WI
There are some nights -
when the clock’s ticking is magnified
on these nights -
the chill of the sheets
cannot be lessened
by the warmth of your body
some nights -
your normal position
cannot offer you comfort
and it’s this kind of night -
that ...
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Shower Epiphanies
by Siyu S., Cupertino, CA
I have all my epiphanies in my one special place,
it’s not too dirty, it’s where I wash my face
The shower can bring out an innermost thought,
for they come on their own and can never be caught.
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Switzerland in May
by Michele H., E. Brady, PA
a sea of mountains
dormant in restless wonder
contemplate the sky
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The love poem I can’t write
by Steven S., Congers, NY
The curser blinks to the
beat of a silent metronome
(I’d say about an adagio).
I squirm about in my chair to find a comfortable
position,
can’t.
I stare out the window to coat-hanger trees
and splotches of a vivid yellow -
nothing strikes my fancy.
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Time
by Lindsay B., New City, NY
My worst enemy
Controlling all that I wish I could control
Taking my worst moments
and making them longer
More painful
Your icy grip numbing my body
Until I give in
You give me no choice but to move on
Forget the pool of the past
The cool blue waters
That I ...
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Untitled
by Stephanie S., San Ramon, CA
I wake up in the afternoon
and walk away from what was once familiar
and I start to question if it ever really happened
4 losses, 1 death, 1 accident, and a mind gone mad
all in the world of an adolescent
the tears stop running
the pain fades away
and happiness is found ...
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