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"Peach Tree " 

By JRC

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Why do you love her so?  

How does your love continue to grow?  

Of these complex things, none will I ever know  

  

Cheeks as rosy as the peach tree blossoms  

Skin as dark as its bark  

And as many carved their names in her wood  

You sat there watching, like you thought you should  

  

I, a single sliver of plain grass, could never equal that beauty of hers  

A heart-wrenching pain that felt worse than the pricks of needles from an abundance of burs  

  

Unnoticed   

Unappreciated   

Beneath her great branches  

My simple love was shaded  

  

Love more pure than a fresh fall of snow  

But I knew what I felt I could never show  

  

Being with her was the only thing in which you became sure  

Any memory of me   

Came to be a distant blur  

  

I knew your love for her may only be a short lived bluff  

But you left me wondering why I was never enough  

  

  

Years faded, and so did your love  

Blown away on the white wings of a single dove  

You came to look for me, but realized something was wrong  

That fragile piece of grass was long dead, and gone  

 

J.R.C 

"A Trashy Love Poem"

You look towards me with your tired eyes 

As we sit on the couch and look towards the sky 

 

I know you said you wanted to go to the park, 

But right now it'd raining and getting pretty dark. 

Besides, right now I'd rather sit here beside you. 

 

I look down at your cute face,  

And I know you don't think that's the case, 

But I swear, you just have so much hidden grace.  

 

Your freckles dot your cheeks so beautifully, 

I don't know why you just can't see, 

From the curves of your cheeks and the bend at your knee, 

You're just so perfect to me. 

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-Poem by Periwinkle Polkadot

The world was not meant for someone like me

I'm lost in the sea of human emotions 
Like a coconut I drift 
Waiting for the gentle and steady shore 
On which I can plant myself 
The soft sand and the sun to warm me 
But a dark cloud looms in the distance

I fear that shore may never come

I'm lost in a sea of human faces 
All the same, uncaring, 
Except one little raft on which I could live 
A substitution for the island I long for 
They took me in, 
Made me feel welcome 
But I was a stranger still 
To whom they were kind, 
Perhaps only out of pity,


But I hate pity, 
So I set myself adrift again.

This world was not meant for someone like me 
I fear the shore may never come.


I'm lost, adrift, forever floating. 
I fear the shore may never come.

"The World Was Not Meant for Someone Like Me"

-Emma Glembocki

Poems below by Nicole Wright

To the Rebels, to Make Much of the Moment 

Name- Alex Lewis 2016  

  

Gather ye discriminated and pick yourself up from lonely self loathing while ye still may, 
Old be tomorrow and there is still a moment to strike; 
And this day same that of yesterday, we have been mistreated for too long 
Tomorrow will be a new day for the powerful and corrupt, a day of suffering and weeping 
  

The glorious horizons for our people, the idea of freedom is right in front of our eyes 
The bodies and minds we have conjoined under one common cause,  
The sooner we strike,  the sooner they will be on the run,  
And nearer to the sweet taste of victory that we as humans deserve. 

 
That taste is best when taken in when achieved through uprightness  
When youth and women are slaughtered we will not taste this righteousness;  
But being slaves, the "burdens" of our owners and the people they use as tools 
Times will change with the actions and decisions we will make, we control our lives of all people. 

  
Then be not afraid of our path, but make your decision wisely,  
And while ye may endure, there is no turning back;  
For having freedom but once you're free, you will have to forge your own path,  
You may forever live a life free of wrath if you follow me, into the citadel. 

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Note:  Alex's poem emulates the style of the  poem "To the Virgins, to Make Much of Time"  by Robert Herrick

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