Category / Poetry / 2018 / Spring 2018

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  • Regrets – Star LaBranche

    Regrets   I run around like a wet dog, fur dripping with affection, no one wants to get close enough to me to pet me in my desperate bit for attention, I chase after people as they run one day I met another wet dog and he rushed to greet me, so excited that he…

  • As I Walked – Ken Tomaro

    AS I WALKED The sun was humming through the clouds just enough that this particular morning felt brighter but still gray the snow was in piles touched with dirty footprints the people looked miserable and rightly so clumps of ice and dirty snow fell around me as I walked all was calm yet dull steam…

  • Empty Caverns – Katie Matz

    Empty Caverns Why do you feel the desperate need to gouge and scrape at me until there’s no diamonds left not even a stone? Only black, cloudy, ash of sooty coal leftover and unwanted. The same way it felt When I watched you Slowly              drag your pickaxe to another…

  • Buzzwinkle

    BUZZWINKLE That’s what the citizens of the small Alaskan town named him when he stood drunk and slightly knock-kneed in the pub’s courtyard after eating too many fallen crabapples. His inclined head drooping under the weight of his antlers, what look like plates and bowls tilt when he turns his long face sideways— the flap…

  • A Curse Upon Myself

    A Curse Upon Myself     May a tree grow from the roof of my mouth. Mice swim in my sink. My thumbs drop out.   May we marry your sister’s cooking. Gather in clumps. Throw glass in a stone house.   Oh me is woe. Have a mosquito sing in my ear. Stir my…

  • Aria

    Aria by Janette Schafer   I let your sheet music sit atop the Bechstein where you left it, one corner slightly raised where it rests on a champagne bottle made into a vase for a silk orchids.   The cadenza is stained by a ring of dribbled coffee. The cup’s mouth is dusty and I…

  • Fishbowl Daydream

    Fishbowl Daydream Drew Pisarra   Can a dead goldfish still swim or does it drift around round abandoned castles and trailer park snails, simply out of habit…   And what of the fish alive, does it measure time in invisible ripples, is it tirelessly circling   in search of escape, is it chasing its tail,…

  • are you of my // Ben Casey

    Ben Casey, a Greenville College student, received honorable mention for this year’s Fall Contest, with his poem “are you of my”.

  • Poetry Sucks by Jack Dawdy

    The winner of this year’s Fall Contest is Jack Dawdy. Jack Dawdy, who is a junior at Greenville College, submitted spoken word called “Poetry Sucks”.

  • Loneliness Verses Solitude

    Author: Elizabeth Nisly Junior at Bluffton high school Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Divided by a narrow line Soft and light and hard to see The nuances are very fine Both involving only me Craving one, I fear the other Solitude’s uglier brother I fear no one will ever see All the finer points of…

  • Enter Please

    Author: Lily Hauge Sophomore at New Orleans Center of Creative Arts 2nd place Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Please, Excuse the mess. The shutters are falling off, The wooden walls are rotting, And the roof, Oh! The russet stained metal roof, Surely, it’s rusting away. Vegetation, There is none. The drought took it away, Along…

  • For No Apparent Reason

    Author: Sydney Osterday Senior at Shasta High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Sometimes it hits me, And suddenly I’m overwhelmed with grief and sorrow that seems to come from an unknown place within; perhaps an incarnate knowledge of terrible things to come, But what do I have to be sad about, really?… What…

  • Paul - Spoken Word

    Paul’s Spoken Word | One

    Author: Bilori Paul Sophomore at Rock Island High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry | Spoken Word _________________________________________________________________________________________ One It was like I was stuck in two different worlds 2008 I surely thought I was Superman Flying to Krypton, my planet. Sadly I crashed in the United States. I was an alien from a…

  • No More

    Author: Imoni Brooks Senior at Da Vinci Design High School Honorable Mention Live Arts Contest | High School Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ I hate the city. It’s a convenience for transportation and what not, but it’s not for me. I crave adventure. I crave the feeling and rush of exploration. I want to walk barefoot in the woods, not…

  • Stars

    Excuse Me

    Author: Lexi Baysinger Undergraduate Junior at Greenville College 3rd place Live Arts Contest | Undergrad Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ “I love that you’re that kind of black person” Excuse me? “You just don’t take offence to my jokes, I love that about you.” Excuse you. “Can I touch your hair?” Look at my face and dare to ask again. “Come…

  • time’s waltz

    Author: Mandy Pennington Undergraduate Freshman at Greenville College 2nd place Live Arts Contest | Undergrad Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ time’s waltz hourglass beach sand trickling trickling like falling off a cliff the tiny grains scream the loss of time ticking they used to live under rough, tan feet swept in and out by turquoise cascades violent some…

  • Salted

    Author: Madeline Kohlberg Undergraduate Senior at Greenville College 1st place Live Arts Contest | Undergrad Poetry _________________________________________________________________________________________ Salted you feel as though you’ve lost it, lying on a bed of broken ice – walk turned snap on a starless night blood stuck to nails and ice on face – blue ice crunches under swollen limits…

  • Him

    Author: Eliza Newman Year: Junior at USC 2nd place Live Arts Contest     Him   You fall in love Faster than a calendar changes pages It happens so over and over again   That it stops being love   But it’s not quite lust either You don’t fawn over bodies and breasts You fawn…

  • Secrets of the House

    Author: Kaleigh DePetro Grade: 11th at Woodbridge Senior High School 2nd place Live Arts Contest     Secrets of the House   There are secrets in this house. I can feel them whispering with every creak of the floor boards, Paintings with wandering eyes. Things that disappear, Gone, without a trace. I know things I…

  • Leaf in the Fall

    Author: Lexi Baysinger Year: Sophomore at Greenville College   Leaf in the Fall It had been a good year. I still remember unfolding from the bud that I started out as on this wonderful oak tree. It was a good caregiver, my home tree. It provided just the right amount of water to help me…