Loss Poetry Taylor Barrese, Joshlyn Rinaldi, Mandi Serra, Emma Brighton
Cinquain: taylor Alone In the forest Tall trees hang over me Branches rustle and wolves howl I’m silent Bare walls A quiet room But my mind is screaming I am alone, physically Voices
I’m here And you are there Only across the room But your mind is miles away From me
Stripped Of Innocence (taylor) Come on it will be fun Don’t you care about me? I won’t show anyone What are you so worried about? I just wanna see you You are so beautiful
Epic: taylor
Acrostic- “Aunt Pat�(Mandi) Animated and full of life Usually hovering over the oven Never had a negative thing to say Totally and completely full of love Partial to me (I was her favorite) Automatically musters a smile Technical but lenient. I miss you.
An ode to my tears (Mandi) Thank you tears Thank you for being there when I needed you For cupping my face and telling me it was okay to be sad Periodic reminders that I’m alive even when I don’t want to be Thank you for spilling out when I am too overjoyed for words Thank you for telling my story when I can’t Thank you.
A song to the Innocence of Yesterday (Mandi) Do you remember when you fell and scraped your knee? You thought it was the end of the world; before you could really see Scrapes, cuts and marks of all types Remind us that we are living
Your heart will break
But is it really worth it?
Your tears will flow
What is life giving?
They’ll tell you it’ll be fine Before they really know Depression will hit Stress will fly Please don’t grow up Hold onto your innocence until the end of time
Epistle: “Lipstick Stains and Coffee Cups” (Joshlyn) Dear Jane, I visited our breakfast place today, And I didn’t care that I sat alone
I long for your porcelain skin to graze mine again In the midst of a cold dark night
It has been three years to the day since you left,
I hope Heaven is as beautiful as you wanted it to be
Looking across the table at the vacant space in front of me,
I just wish you didn’t leave so early
I can still see your cherry red lipstick that stained the coffee cup And I can still feel your spirit kiss my cheek as it leaves a cherry red shadow
For a velvet box sits on the nightstand on your side of the bed
I miss the feel of your lips that gently brushed my face,
A gift I never got to give to you
Your auburn hair that often fell over your flourescent green eyes,
A gift that would’ve come with a heartriveting question
But most of all,
Now I have a new one in mind: Please, come home to me? Love, Me
Villanelle: “The Spirit of Goodbye” (Joshlyn)
Sonnet
Limerick
Elegy