Category Archives: Original poems

Far Off

Posted on April 8, 2015 by Eli

All those who yearn for what is far away, Oh irony, perfection does exist But in proximity will never stay And will remain enshrouded in the mist. To all those seeking the unseekable Hundreds of miles off yet right next to me Wanting to confess truth yet unable And now forced upon talk of vanity. How now squint I discern across the isle That silhouette of so much excitement Confidence in action and depth in smile Yet too far for any love to be sent. Probably our paths were not meant to meet Or I can’t handle my looming defeat.

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A Sort of Ode on Prof. Dave

Posted on April 7, 2015 by 15abisalihz

Always adjusting your eyeglasses, scratching your chin and nose, Sweating through cotton bandanas, which hold back your greasy locks, “Keeping your head from exploding”— that spellbinding, probing-box, Eyes tilted up, seeking “pure light and goodness” through literature.   Down on … Continue reading →

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Ode to the Thaw

Posted on April 6, 2015 by 15prenticem

Ode to The Thaw     You have come, the water runs The way you cried on full moon nights and Never knew why Rogue heat clings to contour your cheekbones Where you and scilla have grown Where you have … Continue reading →

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Ode on Pot Roast

Posted on April 6, 2015 by 15enyedyd

Ode on Pot Roast David Enyedy Roasted beef emitting smells of home Taste of you keeps me there where ever I should roam. Mom is standing over an open pot While Dad and I give pool our best shot.   … Continue reading →

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Ode to Bacon Wrapped Asparagus

Posted on April 6, 2015 by 15jurekr

Sizzling and popping form a melody to the notes of the frothing grease. Rich smells taunt hungry buds and salivating tongues.   Unfurled heat radiates off of the flushed embers. Spring green tips blacken and crisp from the feral flames. … Continue reading →

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Ode To Spring Rain

Posted on April 5, 2015 by 15brouwers

Ode to Spring Rain Sarah Brouwer   I want to stay standing in this rain, Engulfed in the thick mud; Producing a happiness not feigned Through drops on my fingers.   I wish that I could look at the sky, … Continue reading →

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Ode on Mosquito

Posted on April 5, 2015 by Eli

Mosquito destined to fly the world sucking blood She did not choose her fate any more than we did. However she must risk her life to suck the blood from Those jealous donors who will always forbid.   Wherever she travels she makes enemies Except for those who love to eat her as a snack. In morning are swallows at midday are dragons At night are bats amid the endless black.   I ask you, what sort of life must this be? Eaten or hated by all but a flea.

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