Poem of the Day: 27 Jun 2005

The soft syllables sway like a swing

Between her burnt red lips,

Lingering for just a moment

Before they, unwillingly

Disengage the rope of her tongue and

Fall serenely to our ears.

Sarah Z. (High School, 2004-5) (p#350)

“It’s never good enough”, she is saying and
her eyes are flashing dark fire,
in her hand there a white paper with dark lines and a carefully broken
nail to look artistic and
special
“It’s never good enough” there is a pair of dull eyes next to her
and they reflect back the words
mocking her because it is never, never good enough for her or for the room in which they stand
side by side with the checked to do list that never ends because
nothing is good enough, not now not ever it is
never for them or for anyone or so they believe until it is
night and the sun is dipping beneath the horizon and the radio
is playing the songs of dead men

Bianca S. (High School, 2004-5) (p#351)

Water is a two-sided creature
Sometimes it
is cool, silent.
Sometimes it
is rough and harsh.

Forbes W. (Middle School, 2004-5) (p#352)