Lit Poetry
Ghosts by Briar Chisholm
I knew you through crumpled bed sheets
With tired eyes and morning views
Crawling under blankets and intense teenage blues
It was fast and rough and passionate...
Fifteen by Emmy Song
so this is how life passes at fifteen:
we wake up to the violent moon,
breaking window panes and shredding
plastic blinds. our bodies are sandbags
holding back...
The Beetle by Soham Bagchi
The ugly scarab beetle walked the sand;
Step after step did he drudge through the heat.
The sun and moon waned; a long time had spann’d—
The...
Cherry Blossom Trees by Amelia Powell
Our arms
Full of gentle pinks, whites, and purples.
Our feet
stretching far,
Far beneath the soil in which others stand.
We stand,
Still,
Among the developing bulbs and whimpering worms.
Our...
Elegy in Red Silk by Camryn Cohen
They carry your scent
like they were made to never
forget you. I miss the way
they slipped against my legs,
as I intertwined them with yours. Under
my...
While Driving to the Open Mic by Alyssa May Trifone
I consider turning down every street
except the one the open mic is actually on.
The most inviting streets are cul de sacs
(easy to turn around...
We Are All Beautiful Ruins by Glorienne Broñola
maybe
in some way
i am historic too
i heard them
call the ruins
"beautiful"
the old and run down
"majestic"
i do not see
the reason why
i should't say
the same when
i look...
Daisy by Melissa Sussens
You spend all day lining them up
for slaughter, one by one
onto the conveyor before bullet
is silenced by brain,
knife slithers over throat,
hung to bleed
for eight...
Moving On by Claudia Miranda
The day after your death, the sun still surprisingly came up and shone down onto the cold and blue horizon. There were no loud...
The Aftermath by Sania Mushtaq
When things get bad, we run towards the airport in our dreams but wake up before we catch our flights.
When things get bad, I...
