by Sol Rivera Broken BentA bloodthirsty machine Tired of anger Staying in her mind Sickness is what it is Rotting, raveging Rage Rules her more than she rules her life Queens have courts Hers is no different And, well They do not like women When she complains to her sire About the madness within He…
Read MoreBy Noel Ullom Her voice was always loudest in the wind. It echoed through the trees Rattling in freedom, Sang the song of endless memories Twisted in their branches, And told the tale of understood secrets To all those who sat under the leaves’ shade. The same voice took the shape of a hand That…
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By Abby Coffey The first box says white The second says Hispanic My pen hovers Confused, conflicted My head and heart in disharmony My mouth creases, the edges turned upside down My mouth is a fraud The lines, the edges: they lie How can I be Hispanic if my r’s don’t roll? How can my…
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By Muna Agwa after William Blake I used to spend every weekend reclined in the same ivory oasis, cocooned by a plume of steam. Clean and white bathroom tiles tilted in a perfect lattice became the blank canvas upon which scribbled my stray curly hairs. The unstained brass handles, broad and flat, were the mirrors…
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By Louisa Wang In honor of Valentine’s Day, I wanted to write an ode to myself because today is all about love and self-love.
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By Carys Bowen Poem: I chose today’s poem because it touches on a subject I was discussing recently with a friend—we were wondering what sadness would taste like. “Abandoned House/Casa Abandonado” by Rosario Ferré (daughter of Luis A. Ferré, the third elected governor of Puerto Rico) discusses what an abandoned house smells like, which turns…
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By Louisa Wang The ticking of the clock fades into the buzzing noise, But if you stop to listen you will hear The finite passing of each second Flawless and unfaltering in its meter. The sands of time glitter in the eyes of the makers Drifting closer to the end. What frivolous trouble we spent…
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By Noel Ullom To my friends that feel hidden, Unrecognized, Concealed in the shadows of the very figures You had expected to hold and lift you up: To my friends that have fought endless battles, Ones fought mostly behind the scenes Yet leave the scars of unbearable arrows Aimed indirectly yet completely at your heart…
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By Carys Bowen 2020 has been and will (in all probability) continue to be a very crazy year, no matter how many times that gets said. I didn’t know just how much the year affected me until April got near to ending. April is National Poetry Month, and the Cuyahoga County Public Library celebrates with…
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By Ishita Kopparapu To the eyes so colorful To the nose so pungent To the hands so soft To the mouth so full of spice To the ears so blissful To the eyes so colorful They see a spectrum of colors They see the beautiful pumpkins They see the leaves touching the ground ever so…
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