Letter
Alicia May Niehaus This is my letter to you. For the one who holds my heart. To the person I am happy to call mine. I could tear the world apart Just to know that you are near. I promise this till the end of time. If you need me, I'll be there any time. I guarantee you I'll always be near. You have overwhelmed by heart Now it hurts when we’re apart. I just ask you to please be careful with this heart of mine. With your hand in mine Forever becomes only a fragment in time. We’ll fight through anything trying to keep us apart. Your trust in me is the same as my trust in you. That is why I can rest my love on your heart Where it will stay till death draws near. I just can't help but smile whenever you're near. Just knowing that you call yourself mine Is the reason the top of my papers still have doodles of hearts. I don’t think there is enough time To express how much I love you. I won’t ever be the one to tear you apart. I can’t even remember when we were apart. The memories are still so near Of when I first ran into you. Or when you first put your hand in mine. You’ve been good to us, dear time Because even now, love has overpowered my heart. We both know the fragility of the human heart. I am giving you the power to completely tear me apart. But even after all this time, And even after death comes near I will trust you with this heart of mine. Because despite everything, it can only be you. So even when out hearts grow weak when death draws near And still when the beats come further apart, I will continue to hold your hand in mine. Through thick and thin, and the ups and downs, Till the end of time I promise to love you. Alicia May Niehaus is a Senior. She wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective Course.
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Lost Connection
Period 6, Semester 1 2018-2019 (Sestina) I’m looking for love. I miss you. I feel alone. It’s been a minute. Call my phone. I’m going to send you to voicemail. Hoping you replay my voicemail, Remembering when we were in love... Pick up the phone-- I can’t stand you! It will only take a minute-- I need you to leave me alone. I hate being alone. ...I still listen to your old voicemails. It only takes a minute; I still need your love... But I hate you. You never call my phone. I try not to pick up the phone. ...I hope you’re just as alone. I still think about you. I called and I left a voicemail. I don’t think I believe in love. Give me some time, like a minute! I wish I could see you again, for just a minute. I keep checking my phone... I’m in need of your love. Why am I still alone? I’m done leaving you voicemails. I don’t need you. …but I want you, for more than a minute. I left you more than one voicemail. I’m about to break my phone. I feel like being left alone. I hate love. I want you, but you never call my phone. Waiting for a minute, tired of being alone. Replaying your voicemail, trying to remember your love. Villanelle
Alicia May Niehaus Give me a reason to keep on fighting Tell me that this war isn’t worth nothing Show me that our actions aren’t just inciting. It seems that our actions are just rewriting The countless battles fought to prevent more brawling. Give me a reason to keep on fighting. To the ghosts of past men who died to protect their death from repeating I’m sorry if you can hear the guns behind me racing Won’t someone show me that our actions aren’t just inciting. This all seems that we’re just reciting The same story that history keeps telling If you could then, give me a reason to keep on fighting Maybe the papers in the end will give us something. Too bad its red ink that makes the writing Show me that our actions aren’t just inciting. We fight with each other in hopes of uniting We rip off each other's arms off with hope that in the end our hands will be shaking. Please give me a reason to keep on fighting Show me that our actions aren’t just inciting. Alicia May Niehaus is a Senior. She wrote this poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective Course. Lack of Motivation
by Ryann Matthews I ain’t got no motivation I’m sitting here at this busy train station Wishin’ someone would say somethin’ I’m trying to write but there’s so much hesitation, I’m drawing a blank. I pace back and forth; procrastination, Damn i’m so conflicted i don’t know what to think. I need happiness; elevation, Sometimes i feel as if i’m on the brink. I need to alleviate this situation, Maybe i should get myself some tea to drink. I wish they would call and start up a conversation, Being alone, this stinks. My family holds me to such high expectations, When i fail to meet them i feel like i start to sink. It sucks having depression, I’m all alone at this busy train station, Frantically searching for motivation, Wishin’ someone would say something. Ryann is a Senior who wrote this blues poem for Ms. Barbour's Poetry Today Elective. Ryann loves poetry and wants a motorcycle. |
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