The poem Layabout by John Brehm uses a first person point of view to convey how the youth still finds admiration and inspiration in ancient history but struggles with contemporary life as individuals....
Introduction
In this poetry review, I will explore how the poet, Micheal Drayton, uses language to convey the complex relationship between the narrator and a “beloved”. Drayton uses a first person...
The 2018 annual Poetry Out Loud Competition took place November 29, where McIntosh students competed against each other in order to go to regionals....
Take off those rose colored glasses
Get your head out of the clouds
Stake yourself to the ground
And face the music.
She has ripped off your angel wings
And let you fall into hell.
When...
The light spring breeze,
Relieves my colder skin.
And the colors that bloom,
Put the light back in my eyes.
The sun breaks through
My frosty walls of ice.
The pollen that dusts...
Take it or leave it
Fight it or beat it
It’s worth what it’s worth
And opportunity’s leaving
So make the decision
Put in the work
Either fortify or
Watch it go up in smoke
Dancing...
A light shines through my windows every morning;
It confuses me as everyone is in mourning.
These days pass by with nothing of merit,
And people pass with nothing to inherit.
The streets creak...
They call it winter, but is it really?
Do the balmy 60 degree days count as chilly winter air?
Are Georgia winters considered “winter,” because they aren’t too chilly.
A winter...
Why is life’s pain so inevitable?
The sadness; the aching; the breaking heart
Is enough to make a person feel dull
And tear somebody completely apart.
The flaming fire inside of the lung
Sends...
I stand here
Beneath the glimmering tree.
Snow-covered ice dangles from its branches
Thoughts, weighing upon my mind.
The bliss of the snow is almost angelic
And to wander beneath...
BOO!
Better run away
Or else the ghosts will get you.
Oh, the scary ghosts!
HALLOWEEN
Halloween is the best holiday where
All the children, young and old
Leap out to give people...
Look through the reflection
As if there were nothing.
Only small sparks of fire
To lead the way.
Seems I’ve been condemned
With the morbid obsession.
Pervade the nightmares
Within the glass.
The...
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