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  • August 6, 2017By Elisabeth Schmeissner

    This poem titled Addiction describes how when life takes on a dreary and monotone feeling, joy may seem like it is a drug rather than a real emotion. To see people with so much joy makes them seem very different. This poem describes joy from an addicts point of view.   I have a sin to confess

  • August 5, 2017By Samantha Merzel

    This poem is dedicated to anyone who has been greatly impacted by a celebrity, whether they’re a singer, an actor, a sports player, a comedian.. Whether they have passed away or are still thriving today, this poem goes out to those fans.   I’ll love you forever Not for one minute Not for one month

  • August 3, 2017By Mariah Flores

    This poem is the by product of my cinematic craze and enjoyment of movies. When you stop and think about the course of your life so far, you will realize that it is like a beautifully written cinematic masterpiece. Your memories are both tragic and joyful, all bundled up to form your own unique biography.

  • July 14, 2017By Jasmine Cui

    “I am an eighteen-year-old, second generation Asian-American. For too long, writing, language meant division—a disconnect.  As the daughter of immigrants, it meant a barrier between myself and those closest to me. My Mandarin is too facile to carry on anything more than a superficial conversation.  My mother once said that we are constantly, “grasping at

  • July 13, 2017By Maddie Loy

    Classic novels are something adored by the elderly and despised by modern youth. Perhaps it’s the complicated wording, the extended length of most of these revered titles, or the fact that many classics are required reading for adolescents, but just do not appeal to most of the younger generation. However, some of these timelessly loved

  • July 8, 2017By Dominique Durden

    I have no affinity for your fragile masculinity. Black men and black women don’t date we just create and hate each other for the rest of our lives. Not too many black wives because we are too strong willed. Not too many black husbands because they leave before they can build, uneven foundations and they

  • July 6, 2017By Gabrielle Mendoza

    I reach for my phone to unlock it and jot something down in my Notes app. It’s my last love poem. I’m writing my last love poem and it’s difficult to believe because let’s be honest, what else is there that people want to hear? Social issues? No one wants to read about that —

  • June 26, 2017By Jalen M. Brown

    This prose poem is, quite plainly, about unrequited love. The speaker is someone that’s in love, and they realize that the person they’re in love with doesn’t truly appreciate them as much as they do, but they don’t really care. Even something as small as a glance is enough to refill the wistful hope that

  • June 24, 2017By Cody Dulis

    This is the final selection of the Pride Poems series. This is a poem about the color violet and what it represents. This is a poem about spirit and what it means and is. I feel as though this poem truly is a good note to end on.   What is spirit I know you

  • Just this week I completed my first year of college. Through these many months I’ve evolved immensely and gained so much new experiences and knowledge. This poem references what I learned while taking a course on the solar system just this past quarter–as well as what I have learned about myself this past school year.

  • June 22, 2017By Hiba Argane

    One of the many purposes of art is to evoke emotion, promote creation in return, and to complete the loop of consumption. Halsey’s song ‘Heaven in Hiding’ off her new album hopeless fountain kingdom brought up the dichotomy of power and vulnerability that I feel is one of my most instinctive and unrefined drives. I can

  • June 22, 2017By Meshall

    Through the years I’ve seen either my friends or people I know be in toxic relationships and pass that off as “love”. At times it’s difficult to see someone for who they truly are. You become blinded as to their shortcomings and compensate their behaviour as jealousy or passion. This poem is about the misconception

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