Poetry

6:30 a.m.

6:30 am: Coffee is my lover. She protects me, wrapping me in her steaming arms. She swims in my stomach and widens my eyes, exciting me. She stirs my fears into her muddy hues and sends me on my way.

Amanda Trautmann is a senior at Lower Merion High School. She enjoys writing short fiction and poetry. At her school, Amanda founded and runs Second Stage, a program which offers a variety of workshops led by local artists, writers, directors and actors. She also takes part in the school's literary magazine, yearbook and newspaper all while maintaining a part time job at Children’s Book World.

With Every Movement

We can see the discipline in her—it absorbs

Morphs into her legs, crawls up her thighs to her torso

Spreads across her brow and out to her temples

Coils itself tight on her head

With every sudden movement.

 

Her mind, her body is awoken by the music

Operates as one in proportional contortions.

BIO:  Olivia Hunt is in eleventh grade at Downingtown East High School. She is an avid writer and aspires to study screenwriting. Her dream is to write her own television sitcom, or to become a writer on Saturday Night Live. Olivia loves live music and concerts, going to the coffee shop down the street to write, and soaking up every beautiful moment of life.

The Beast

Cramped and crowded, hot and dirty.

Train doors slide open. Light.

I’m just a lonely Jew

Alone with no family.

Stepping off the train,

The first breath of fresh air

Coaxes my mouth open.

I try taking my first full breath in hours

BIO:  Madeline Hickey is a junior at Downingtown East High School. She has spent most of her free time this year writing for her creative writing class, reading her growing collection of books, and participating in her theatre department's programs. She hopes to someday be a professional writer.

On the Seine

Nobody sits alone on the Seine,

A fact that’s unfortunately true

Of the twos and the threes and the fours and the tens,

And then me, who’s alone, but with you

 

You crouch beneath benches that I sit upon

You swim through the waters I paint

As I walk through the streets, you don’t stay for long

Emma Paolini is from Medford, New Jersey and attends Merion Mercy Academy. She enjoys reading, writing, and edits for her school's literary magazine. 

Cigarettes

the man milling near the lamp post

feet shuffling slowly, phone in hand

lifts the cigarette to his lips

 

the cancerous thing

the smoke and the fire and the phone call

diagnosis: cancer

 

the gauges in his ears

drag him downward

Srishti Ramesh is 15 years old and a sophomore in high school. She enjoys reading and writing, especially young adult literature. She also loves music, mostly hip-hop/rap and rock. She lives in Voorhees, New Jersey with her family and an unfortunate lack of pets.

Blue, by an Optimist

Blue is the color of the deep, salty ocean; cold, but warmed by the shimmering aquamarine rays that filter down through its rippling surface. Blue is the sky reflected in your eyes when you laugh.

Blue represents rhythm. It is the color of the calm, ceaseless meter of poetry; the cadence of the wind-swept waves creating a lattice across the surface of a forgotten pool; the pattern of the delicate carpet of bluebells decorating the meadow and forest floor.

Naomi Mengel is in eleventh grade at Tall Oaks Classical School. In addition to writing, she enjoys reading, running, photography, and playing volleyball. She lives in Newark, DE, with her parents, younger sister, and golden retriever.

A Natural Departure

From you, I grow farther

Falling leaves, as autumn will pass

I’ll rest temporarily, on grass

Wind will remove me

Other places I’ll go

Until eventually I’ll disappear

Covered in snow

Carlo Lingesso is 18 years old and now studying Communications at Rowan College at Gloucester County. His passions include writing poetry and short stories. He writes to relay his thoughts, feelings, and life experiences on paper. In his opinion, the most satisfying reward from writing is hearing somebody's passionate and genuine response to his work. 

A Natural Departure

From you, I grow farther

Falling leaves, as autumn will pass

I’ll rest temporarily, on grass

Wind will remove me

Other places I’ll go

Until eventually I’ll disappear

 

Covered in snow

Carlo Lingesso is 18 years old and now studying Communications at Rowan College at Gloucester County. His passions include writing poetry and short stories. He writes to relay his thoughts, feelings, and life experiences on paper. In his opinion, the most satisfying reward from writing is hearing somebody's passionate and genuine response to his work. 

I Know When It’s Winter

I know when it’s winter because I can
See snow falling from the sky
Smell crispy gingerbread cooking in the oven
Taste the yummy chocolatey cookies
Feel the packed snow blocks in a snow fort
Hear children singing
I know when it’s winter

Rex is a student at Milton H. Allen Elementary School in Medford, NJ. He is currently in third grade, but his poem was written when he was in second grade.

Three Short Poems: A Home, A Bird, A Beat

A Home

A home you love
A home that will keep your memories safe
A home that will keep you forever and ever

A Bird

A bird, a bird I see a bird
Her eyes are blue and green
Her wings are red A bird, a bird

A Beat

A beat you sing to
A beat you move to
A beat a beat

Mairead Rishko is six years old and is in kindergarten at Rehoboth Elementary School. She has two older sisters and a brother. She loves her lab, gymnastics and swimming in the ocean.

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