Solve – Alexis Marotto
In the realm of questions, I took my flight, Determined to solve what hid from sight. WIth eyes wide open, my mind alight, I embarked on a journey, fueled by insight. A puzzle before me, intricate and profound, Its pieces scattererd, waiting to be found. With patience and focus, I then unwound, The tangled threads…
Jaundiced Eye
Her eyes are green Like the trees in mid-Spring Verdant, blooming While I’ve hardly taken root. Her eyes shine in the light So mesmerizingly Like the emerald around her neck That I could never afford. My eyes are also green But not in the same way as hers; They’re more like the limes I taste…
Field
I realized that I’m in a field With different flowers everywhere I thought I was your favorite But my roots remain in the ground. And not in your hands Like, who would really choose me? The longer I’m in the ground, the more roots grow The more I grow comfortable, the less likely I’ll leave.…
Leave it on the Court
One came with sneakers that are new, one came with sneakers that are old. One boy’s face was happy, yet the other’s face was cold. If the first boy was a flower, standing tall and proud, the second boy was a predator, ready to rip it from the ground. Different views of life were seen—…
I Am From
I was from the city, from New York specifically. I was from the corner store around the time. (Light, gleaming it appeared illuminated.) I was on the edge, the only edge where a lot was expected from me as a child I remember this looking back. I was from a well raised home, From a…
I Am From – Haylee Fischi
With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from diaries, From unspoken words and unspoken thoughts. I am from a canvas And paintbrush strokes I am from the roses I have received. The grass where I’ve laid Feeling the earth’s connection on my back. I am from love and heartbreak From comfort and despair. I’m…
I Am From – Genevieve Trovato
With gratitude toward George Ella Lyon I am from love From family dinners and boardgames I am from rowdiness From sarcasm and crying laughter Home cooked meals, bedtime stories, and muddy shoes I am from arguments Lonely nights and boring days Tears of happiness and hatred I am from compromise From mom’s house to dad’s…
Where I’m From – Carlie Garner
With gratitude to George Ella Lyon I am from train exhaust, from overpriced ice cream and jaywalking. I am from coal in the fireplace and under my feet. (Black, glistening, It tasted like dirt and dust.) I am from whitetail deer, the deciduous oaks whose long-gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.…
Two Flowers
You know that saying, “Roses are Red,” “Violets are Blue-“ Then people just put whatever sounds like a good saying? You know those two flowers in Minecraft? The Wither Rose and Cornflower? What if I was the Wither Rose, Black, And you were the Cornflower, Blue, And what if I could make everything die? Everything…
Sunrise
I made it through the night again The sun begins to shine When you are next to me Everything feels fine Though it seems the world is falling apart I’ll still keep you in my heart Lately I’ve been feeling down But I’d turn that around Just for you. As long as you are here…
I feel like a flower
I grow and become beautiful and proud of myself, then I wilt, going back into sadness. The cycle continues. One day, I will stand proud and tall in the sun, but I will have to wait. I feel like a flower.
Forgetfulness
Inspired by the poem “Forgetfulness” by Billy Collins, Allicea crafted this acrostic poem focusing on family.
The box of expectations
Sometimes I spit in the face, of grammar? the relationship i and capital letters have is strained at best. My spelling is closer to alphebet suop than english vernacular. My essays lack formatting and are rarely Spectacular.All my writings and ideas lack real consistency. I have only one piece of advice to all who want…
To the Seniors of ’21
Tanner Lux wrote this poem using the emails, texts, and remembered snippets of conversations of Jim Thorpe Area High School’s Class of 2021.
The Artist
Being creative reveals the designs you have created for your life. Don’t change them for anyone.
Holding Punchlines
I’ve calmed down in recent years. I used to get into verbal fights, but I’ve learned to hold my punch lines. It’s not so easy – sometimes, they write themselves. I have a friend named Joy, who’s diagnosed with depression. I’ve taken a cooking class from a vegetarian kid named Hunter. Heck, my name is…
Friends are not always trustworthy
Beware the people you become friends with, because they can turn on you.
Earth needs a home
Take a stand to protect our beautiful land, The mother of the fish and sharks, Tadpoles and frogs, Tigers and tigresses, Lions and lionesses, Branches and trees, Grass that is sometimes brown or green, But most importantly, you and I – Or rather you and me. You and I know of all the commotion going…
Ode to the Impossible Whopper
Tanner really likes the meatless burger offered by a popular fast-food restaurant.
The Nature of Life – Kendra Boger
Birds were chirping, bees were buzzing.I walked outside in the bright sun to come upon a butterfly up above.Putting my hand out for it to land on, fluttering its precious wingsOh, the bright and mellow colors that shine so bright through…When I imagine this delicate creature, I hear a sudden sound of a waterfall.Oh, how…