The moon to my shine,
The light to my dreadful darkness,
The life to my death.
Of all the people,
I was blessed to meet you here,
Of all the places.
Your love brings me life,
I hope I can give it back.
-Erica Wilkey
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Sweetness Poem #2
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Your name is Sarah,
And you're pretty cool.
-Sarah Cassim
Violets are Blue,
Your name is Sarah,
And you're pretty cool.
-Sarah Cassim
Sweetness Poem #1
Roses are Red,
Violets are Blue,
Your name is Liz,
And I cheated off your quiz.
-Elizabeth Chalmers
Violets are Blue,
Your name is Liz,
And I cheated off your quiz.
-Elizabeth Chalmers
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
The River Moses
Here I am waiting,
The River's on fire,
Flowing down to the edge of time.
I could take a bath,
Or sail a ship,
I could take a sip,
Or just walk away.
All I know is,
I have to feel this,
I have to feel the waves,
Maybe I'll just jump in.
The River's on fire,
Flowing down to the edge of time.
I could take a bath,
Or sail a ship,
I could take a sip,
Or just walk away.
All I know is,
I have to feel this,
I have to feel the waves,
Maybe I'll just jump in.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
The Pit
A Peach,
Sweet to Savor,
Sweet as can be,
Down to the pit.
It's a revelation,
When life gives you lemons,
But all you ever want,
Is a simple, sweet peach.
I am but an apple,
But she is just a peach,
Always and forever,
Lovely as life can be.
Gabby Soderman
Sweet to Savor,
Sweet as can be,
Down to the pit.
It's a revelation,
When life gives you lemons,
But all you ever want,
Is a simple, sweet peach.
I am but an apple,
But she is just a peach,
Always and forever,
Lovely as life can be.
Gabby Soderman
Monday, February 1, 2010
We Belong
We belong to the light,
The light that binds us together,
That lifts me up,
Then pulls me under.
You can't begin to know,
How much you helped me grow,
I will be ok,
Knowing your looking down from a halo.
We belong to the life,
That leaves a scar,
On my heart,
When you're gone.
*This poem is dedicated to Dana Criscuolo's grandfather who recently passed. I hear he was a strong, good man, so I think this is a fitting tribute.
The light that binds us together,
That lifts me up,
Then pulls me under.
You can't begin to know,
How much you helped me grow,
I will be ok,
Knowing your looking down from a halo.
We belong to the life,
That leaves a scar,
On my heart,
When you're gone.
*This poem is dedicated to Dana Criscuolo's grandfather who recently passed. I hear he was a strong, good man, so I think this is a fitting tribute.
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