National Poetry Month!
May 9, 2017
The World Haiku
By: Emma VonHoene and Yoojin Cho
The trees are bright green
The sky was very deep blue
The grass was green too.
The Bird
By: Mahima Malik
Voiceless bird under the shades of blossom,
Endearing the bitter sorrow in autumn.
Poignancy of emotion swimming through the ocean.
A tree swaying with the regret of demotion.
Up so high is the pale violet sky,
I feel so weary, I can’t even try.
Those evening winds bring some cheer,
That bright morning makes me disappear.
I scream with a powerful keen,
Yet again it’s all a dream.
Those light brown eyes sparkled with tears
So unfortunate, nobody hears.
Mine
By: Mahima Malik
I see it departing in front of my eyes.
I can’t have it is, what I realize.
I see someone else taking what should’ve been mine-
Thinking about it feels like a crime.
I want my feelings to hide;
I can’t have them come outside and ruin my life.
I don’t deserve it, it can’t be mine.
I want it, but it’s nowhere close to my life.
Mask
By: Nicholas Nagle
Mask
It is the thing that hides you from the rest of the world
It is the thing that protects you
It is the very thing that most conflicts with honesty and deceit
One dawns on their mask to feel safe
In order to not feel the pain of others
But one does feel the strife
The agony as it smothers
One person says it’s a smile
The other says it’s a frown
Far away from all feeling, nearly a mile
A mile away from the town
Some say “tell the truth” while they lie themselves
The hypocritical product of the mask
One believes the lie
While others deny the truth
One may try to remove their mask, but they will fail
For one cannot simply discard a part of their very skin
It is one with you and you are one with it
Entirely by your own choice
My mask seems beneficial
But I know it only deceives others
When I am truly in need of help not one person knows
Not God nor man nor anyone in between.
Summertime Breezes
By: Nicholas Nagle
Oh, gentle summer blossom
How you smell so sweet
The sunset skies turn a summer autumn
As the grass tickles my feet
One such time comes seldom a year
Waiting through the frost of winter
For all of the games and parties full of cheer
That seasonal depression now whimpers
The green leaves fall from treetop high
The ants and critters scurry on ground below
For those warm breezes that flow through the night
Flow through the wings of the firefly glows
Feel the dirt in your hands
Wipe the sweat off your brow
It’s these summertime breezes that take you away to distant lands
Where one can rest their head after a long tomorrow
So, stop for a minute, wait and see
This wondrous beauty to me
For when those summertime breezes come to take you away
You’ll never look back on another day.
I Can See the Fall
By: Nicholas Nagle
I can see it when the lies do start
The lies within the lives of the darkest hearts
Perfecting their trade like a work of art
I can see the fall when it starts
Deceitful truth and wasted time
People’s personalities like that of a mime’s
Mimicking and mocking the movements of mine
I can see the fall when there is no more time
Wasted action which has struck an accord
With every single splinter caused by every wooden door
Others scream while others snore
I can see the fall when they knock on my door
Unending chaos and constant torment
These are the feelings of my descent
Descent into madness while others came and went
I can see the fall when I’m viewed as a transient
The dark clouds cover
The cold wind smothers
Now, no one cares to bother
I can feel the fall as it hinders
Now, night has come
People draw out their guns
There is no more sun
I can no longer see the darkness as it comes.
Forever
By: Nicholas Nagle
The strangest word ever
As strange as a ten pound feather
As strange as sunny-stormy weather
A word open to so much perception
Yet full of lies and deception
And worst of yet, not to mention
The constant introspection
One can speak, but not talk
Run, not walk
See, but not stalk
Hear, but not mock
‘Forever’ is a scornful word
That is too often heard
By the love-touched fool who hast not yet learned
The pain of the beating and the words that hurt
‘Forever’ is too complex
In words, sounds, and over text
From the one who thinks you’re best
To the one who stabs you in the chest
I cannot say forever anymore
A word, soft spoken, to painful to be heard
I must say goodbye, until nevermore
But that cannot be, you are no longer heard.
Not a Love Poem
By: Nicholas Nagle
This is a not a love poem
Because love is not real
It’s about as real as the word “home”
And as real as you’re “supposed” to feel
One can say love is true
Others call it “blind”
I don’t think it’s true
Because I’ve never been able to call someone “mine”
People say “move on”
While others scorn and shun
But can you truly move on from something
That never truly begun?
Spit on me if you wish
I am a friend to the hate by now
This feeling I feel from a love I miss
She won’t even look at me; she turns her brow
This is not a love poem
Because love hurts so much
Like a thorn on a rose
It makes you bleed to the touch
For now, I surrender to my fall
Although I have not risen yet
I hope for there to be an end to it all
This feeling of love that is not over yet.
The Things You Say
By: Nicholas Nagle
The things you say are kind
They are meaningful and true
The things you say are lies
There’s nothing else to do
One could say they’re sweet
So full of love and light
But they leave you in defeat
Isolating you in the night
The things you say are gentle
They are hilarious and nice
The things you say are mental
They feel as cold as ice
The things you say are different
Constantly changing evermore
But the sounds of words grow distant
Far away on other shores
When the things you say change
Don’t be afraid to ask
I will wait here in exchange
For just another laugh.
The Shell
By: Kathryn Artis
I am fire,
I am flame.
I am all of my desires
Built all the same.
My strength is fierce,
My will a pyre
Full of righteousness that no word can devour.
I fight my own battles-
Wage my own wars;
Don’t let what rattles
Bite me in scorn.
I’ve brick for a skin,
Ice for a heart-
Yet even still
I’ve fallen apart.
My patience runs thin-
Endurance runs low,
My will turns a sin
Begging for snow.
I am still fire,
I am still flame.
But I am a liar
Called by false name.
It burns inside me,
This game that I play;
Deceiving insightfully
Those who I say.
These flames reduce my dreams
Into nothing but ash,
Only deeming me
Too far gone to catch.
So I turn to my will
That’s been burned raw by sin,
And let my icy heart kill
Where the scars all begin.
The burning subsides-
A balance has welled.
And now I do not fear being my own shell.
Names
By: Kathryn Artis
Your name isn’t Hercules,
is it?
How about Atlas,
Achilles,
Odysseus,
Perseus.
You are not Hero.
You are not God.
You are a single piece in a link of chain-
useless,
idle,
insignificant without the bond of the other pieces.
If you push against those bonds,
if you condemn yourself with your own strength,
bury yourself in a sea without currents,
you are digging yourself a deeper grave
with no one to pull you out of it.
You will have no one,
and you will be no one.
So listen.
You are not Hercules,
you are not Atlas,
you are not Achilles,
you are not Odysseus,
you are not Perseus,
You are only human.
Mangled, But Still You
By: Kathryn Artis
When your mind is sane,
but your body is crazy.
When you wish nothing more
than to push your limits-
to make new boundaries-
but your machine has failed.
You are an animal among others.
What is different?
What is same?
What are you?
Nothing is different,
and you are same as the day before.
You are same the day before that day,
and the day before the day before that day,
you are same.
You are an animal.
Spat broken from the world of technology,
machine mangled and broken,
you are an animal.
But no-
animals can be,
and you cannot.
So what are you now?
Who are you now?
You are you.
Broken,
mangled,
but still you.
Ghost
By: Kathryn Artis
So what reasons do you have
to complain.
You have reason
in your mind,
so why do you go about your day
thinking you should’ve had it better.
You have oak roots;
weed influences;
vine relations;
floral qualities.
So why,
when people like me-
dead and dying plants-
are recycled into Earth,
are you complaining?
Your present may not be perfect-
but just remember,
at least you have a past.
Trust If You Must
By: Kathryn Artis
A tree grips the ground like a child to its mother,
While an ocean churns and swirls as its waves seem to hover.
Two important forces
With vastly different courses,
And yet both will end up the same.
Soil turns soiled
And gravity turns disloyal-
The tree will come crumbling down.
The moon betrays the trust
Of a powerful water’s gust,
And soon its momentum will be slayed.
The strength of the moons
And the surety of the grounds,
Makes those of us who trust them look nothing but loons.
But if you’ll just look, that’s when you’ll see,
That we have the moons all about us and soils in sprees.
Change
By: Kathryn Artis
Throughout the course of time- history- as they say,
There is a pattern.
Nations come and they fade,
But people always, always stay the same.
Drugs are still irresistible,
Alcohol always too tempting,
And gold is just too precious to refuse.
The love that once flourished,
Has been tainted with fumes
Of greed and self-zeal that no individual can induce.
But change is irrelevant-
Everything persists.
So what is change,
And does it really exist?
Inferno
By: Kathryn Artis
She is the selfish,
He is the crude.
They are the victims
Of something untrue.
Grown to inspire
Grown to protrude
From all of society
Who knows not what they do.
Their faces are hidden
Under deep deep scars
From all of the hatred
That tore them apart.
Yet even with this,
Their souls lay untacked,
Bound with barbed wire
Instead of huckaback.
Their reality is true
As the way they’ve been born;
Nothing that’s false
lives forever in scorn.
Faces alight
Not from their own fire
But from all of society
Who’s built up its pyre.
Their scars shrivel up
As they watch it all unfold-
The burning of books
And stories not told.
Sunset
By: Ms. Berg
The far forgotten—glint—a ray,
The never-ending of the day.
…I’m late to catch: it started soon.
My breath, I linger ‘fore the moon
Ah! Wish, it lasted—moment long
And see fore’er what will be gone
The colors bright, and lit, the sky,
It shines o’er all, and makes me fly!
And just a glimpse…! Oh, God, I love
You—miss Your face,
Your good, Your grace.
I am in awe and breathe for you
I’ll sit… I’ll wait… and see you woo.
Me, too.
And those were Centreville High School’s poetry submissions for April which is National Poetry Month. We hope everyone keeps on writing and submitting to us! Your work deserves to be seen!