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10 Stanzas For 10 Years As An Airman
Josh, one of our writers, joined the Civil Air Patrol, the all-volunteer United States Air Force Auxiliary, 10 years ago today. He wrote this poem to commemorate his service. “I became an Airman 10 years ago today. Started out in Butler County, PA. My first mission was to Somerset, my boot broke and I didn’t…
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Winter’s Crescendo
Among tall-aching pines, a grove lies embedded in the heart of winter, where silence reigns its crown. Each step heaves with an impression of transient existence on each powdery surface, a testament to fleeting moments all but forgotten. Needles and nettles fray— heavy with frost— glistening under dim eyes of light. They create a tapestry…
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The Day I Die
The day I die; When I’m being carried, To the gravesite, You must never think, That I’m missing the world. For what is there to miss, If not my mother, And siblings, My books, And those few good people, That care for me, As I care for them? The day I die, Do not mourn,…
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Stepping Out Of Our Comfort Zones
We all have a Comfort Zone, a psychological state where we feel safe, at ease, and in control of the environment around us. It is within this Comfort Zone that we tend to avoid new experiences or challenges; instead, we stick to familiar activities. These can include never missing a particular TV show, eating certain…
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Blossoming Love
From the start You made this desert bloom, Through my darkest days You pulled me free Let my heart forever love you In life and eternity I am but yours to have. In my heart A crown is adorned, Your hands danced around my heart Playing sweet symphonies Symphonies I never knew existed From my…
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Grace’s Christmas Memory
One beautiful snowy morning in December, shortly before Christmas, Grace was listening to Frank Sinatra’s Christmas album and baking chocolate chip cookies in her kitchen when suddenly, she heard a loud knock on her front door. She opened the door to find a small family of Christmas carolers singing “Christmas Time Is Here” from the…
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Nail Polish
For some reason, my dreams have images of nails painted In colors of blood red And shimmering dark blue For some reason, he appears With my family And all of us sitting around a table That one must descend a staircase to access And I am forced to sit next to him For some reason,…
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Crime Scene
Adrean’s changed behavior raised eyebrows within his family as well as his community. He hung around with known thugs, and he also banked classes, and sometimes, he would miss school. His parents were worried but got absorbed and overwhelmed by family businesses. His older sister tried talking to him and wanted to find out if…
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Poetry- Goodbye For Now
I hope we see again, But not in death, Or in the stormy rain. Now, trekking on this pitiless path, In opposite ways, I hope we see again someday. Thinking of the time together we shared, Going from here to there, In the overpowering heat of the sun, I swear, this journey was no fun.…
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Creation Of Wonderland
Central Park blinked awake in lights of red and green, the early December air painting the horizon. A dusting of snow scattered on the busy sidewalks and roadways; forecasted to grow several feet over the next couple of days from the human on the television screen. As the snow simmered down, I watched out my…
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Poetry- She’s Porcelain
Scrolling… You’re styling wrong You’re eating wrong You’re sitting wrong You’re breathing wrong You’re existing wrong Wrong wrong wrong wrong – She s m a s h e d her phone into the ground Watched it slide Across the floor In front of the closet door Her ragged breathing Rattled her ears The screen…
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A Brutal Attack
Lettie woke up to a gloomy, misty, and cold morning. Despite the unpleasant weather, it was a school day, and she had to jump out of bed and get ready. Her parents woke up 15 minutes later and prepared for work. Before leaving, they gave Lettie her transport fee, citing the bad weather as the…
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