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Posts tagged as “Poetry”
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By ANNA WESTWIG on October 2020
The nostalgia weaves itself like clockwork, smothering you like mist at the edge of the sea, where arthritic hulls rock under the gull calls and…
To Her Coy Mistress
By LOUISA MILLER-OUT on October 2020
Goddess drenched in golden sunlight Let the music swell Run with me into the water Laugh while we rebel Come with me to every wonder…
December Haiku Contest
By THE TATTLER EDITORIAL BOARD on December 2019
Villanelle
By RAIA GUTMAN on September 2019
I didn’t hide until you taught me I learned to live before I knew shame White flame gave me another key Unlock the room…
Identity
By ZACHARY FOLEY on May 2017
Is it the classes I take Is it the yards that I rake Is it my town by the lake Is it my dinner of…
A Loss of Light Haiku
By ZACHARY FOLEY on May 2017
Can’t find any light A loss of order on Earth People start to fight
Literary Editor Frantically Writes “Haiku of the Month” Hours Before Deadline
By FYV SZEV’N-FYV on April 2017
Expletives were heard echoing through the deserted hallways of E-building as Tattler Literary Editor Ema Cornbread ’17 realized that no one had submitted a haiku…
It Was Me
By EMILY HONG on April 2017
Today is the day I must make a confession To the kids who had Ms. Carrick last year. There was once a student Who…
Squad Crack
By COLE NEWLIN on April 2017
Tripping with this tree, sipping herbal tea, happy to find my troubles don’t mean nothing to me. I’m sure you’d all agree, if you could…
Refugees
By ALEX DEROOS on April 2017
Do you know what a refugee is? A person who has been forced to leave their country To escape war, persecution, or natural disaster A…
It Was a Day
By ZACHARY FOLEY on April 2017
A day of blame A day without aim A day absent of name A day that was never lame A day that all should viciously…
Chicken Race Haiku
By ZACHARY FOLEY on April 2017
I raced a chicken It could match my pace no more I went fast and won
The Gorillas Came From The Hillas
By ZACHARY FOLEY on April 2017
The Gorillas came from the hillas The Chimps were wimps So the Chimpanzees fled to the trees But the Tree had Bees so the Chimps…
The Pool
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on April 2017
A wet log beneath my feet wrapped around by many hands Climbing up, up, up Leaning on rocks to stay balanced Leaping, flying Falling…
A World of Green and Yellow
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on March 2017
Tall, green trees To the left, trees To the right, trees Are what I see With my nose pressed Against the cool glass of the…
Haiku of the Month: Confusion
By LILLIAN HWANG-GEDDES on March 2017
I’m hearing my name Many faces turn towards me Mind turns to blankness
An Homage to Our Hero: Through Poems
By JUSTIN HEITZMAN, LELAND XU (Staff Writer) on March 2017
Haiku Ay, how’s it poppin’? Ay, Barry Bee, Twitch, Bob Ross Ay, I want to die The Musings of the Intangible Meme Now the thirteenth…
Christmas Eve
By LUCA GREENSPUN on March 2017
Snake! He yells And betrayal cuts like a knife, stings like bleach in the eyes of a just-now blind man Anger flares like the wings…
The Future
By CHLOE WRAY (Staff Writer) on March 2017
IS IT COOL TO BE FREAKY, OR FREAKY TO BE COOL the question is mysterious, the answer is obscure bio—one’s life, course or way of…
March
By STERLING WILLIAMS-CECI (Staff Writer) on March 2017
March falls between the cracks, people pass it by. February is romantic winter and April is dewdrop spring, but what is March? A leprechaun’s lament?…
A Haiku
By LUCA GREENSPUN on March 2017
when winter was both Tomorrow and yesterday But today sun shined
Most Likely the Haiku of the Month
By LUCA GREENSPUN on February 2017
No one else submits Luca takes home another Haiku of the Month!
Three Haikus
By JAMES PARK on February 2017
I have a problem I can’t stop making bad jokes It’s a gag reflex I made up ten jokes To try and get folks…
Ode to Green Star
By CAMERON HARTMAN on February 2017
O, Green Star how you please me so The beautiful co-op store leaves many in woe O, Green Star your all-organic food is quite…
Breeze
By JULIA LUNA on February 2017
Millions of little children With ten million, soft-spoken, greedy Fingers Reaching out to me Little vibrating fingers sliding past my face Rubbing across my cheek…
The True You
By RAMONA GORE on February 2017
Is anyone truly a prince? What is he hiding behind the spell? This so-called prince can’t keep up the facade forever. A crack will appear…