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Category: Poetry

in which a beekeeper’s daughter teaches me how to be brave.

March 16, 2020March 16, 2020 thespeakeasyhsas

By Jillian Louie (‘20)

what can you say to the beekeeper’s daughter
that she hasn’t already screamed?

Posted in Poetry

BURNED OUT

March 16, 2020 thespeakeasyhsas

By Emma Kushnirsky (‘22)

Surrounded
Washed out
Wasted

Posted in Poetry

Age

March 16, 2020March 16, 2020 thespeakeasyhsas

By Jade Lozada (‘20)

Tremor of grey hair before my eyes,
Dip of doll skin,
Knob of my bone meeting

Posted in Poetry

bodies echo dreams of stars

March 14, 2020March 16, 2020 thespeakeasyhsas

By Jillian Louie (‘20)

wait!
i have more to say on the topic of dreams,
of a likeness shrouded in cloudy days and marked despair.

Posted in Poetry

The Infinite Tragedy

June 24, 2017February 17, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Sarah Baum ('18)

We all are cold, lost, and alone
In this dark, dang’rous place.
Where disasters and murder

Posted in Poetry

Picture Frame

June 22, 2017February 17, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Lucy Brewster ('18)

an empty picture frame resting on a shelf
why is it blank?
it was not always by itself

Posted in Poetry

Master of Two Worlds (Excerpt)

June 22, 2017February 17, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Ariella Rosen ('18)

Auguste considered what the soldier’d said.
It seemed so wrong for this young man to fight
And kill. Auguste was only twenty-three

Posted in Poetry

Enlightenment

June 22, 2017February 18, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Sarah Baum ('18)

As humans, there is much we don’t know of;
There’s only so much that we comprehend.
We don’t understand life or what’s above;

Posted in Poetry

Apparition

June 22, 2017February 18, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Lucy Brewster ('18)

The night was icy but I didn’t mind
Stars hung like crystals on a chandelier
The air was crisp and smelled of Christmastime

Posted in Poetry

Lighting Tomorrow

June 22, 2017February 18, 2018 thespeakeasyhsas

By Ariella Rosen ('18)

Peel away the plaster,
See what's there inside.
The inside was once the outside

Posted in Poetry

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