Poetry

Ripping young from a mother's arm Crying muted by apathy Who will stand and sound the alarm Ripping young from a mother's arm Deafening silence does more harm Our nation's rotting cavity Ripping young from a mother's arm Crying muted by apathy

Tetractys, a poetic form invented by Ray Stebbing, consists of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20). Tetractys can be written with more than one verse, but must follow suit with an inverted syllable count. Tetractys can also be reversed and written 10, 4, 3, 2, 1. "Euclid, … Continue reading Vulnerable

A Triolet is a poetic form consisting of only 8 lines. Within a Triolet, the 1st, 4th, and 7th lines repeat, and the 2nd and 8th lines do as well. The rhyme scheme is simple: ABaAabAB, capital letters representing the repeated lines. This Triloet is written in iambic tetrameter with each line being 8 syllables … Continue reading Caged Bird Singing

This poem is an Etheree. The poem contains ten lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, and 10 syllables. Flight of birds into the painted skyline. The sunset slowly catching the clouds ablaze. A timelapsed photograph with long exposure captures the scene, but it quickly fades away only existing as a … Continue reading Horizons

I wrote this poem in 10th grade. My mom has been asking me to find it for the past week. Fear to the grass is the middle of August, nothing to wet its lips while the air vacuums every bit of green out of the plants until they are on their knees begging for mercy

Air as crisp as kettle chips Wind burning chapped bleeding lips Harmonica whistling through the trees They struggle mightly to bend their knees Freedom defeated in all directions Hope has faded like fogged reflections A world away there may be light A dim lit candle on Shabbos night No salvation for these homeless souls A … Continue reading Kin of Fools

Bullets beating into the crown Pitter patter off the ground The lion's roar disrupts the sound A harpoon flashes through the town Seams of earth begin to tear Fauna gasping for fresh air Water pooling from all around Sinners and saints, their fates are bound No resolution will ever be found Suddenly aware the King … Continue reading Untitled