Loss Poetry Taylor Barrese, Joshlyn Rinaldi, Mandi Serra, Emma Brighton
Table Of Contents Taylor: 1. Cinquain 2. Blank Verse 3. Epic Mandi: 4. Acrostic 5. Ode 6.Ballad Joshlyn: 7. Epistle 8. Villanelle 9. Sestina Emma: 10. Elegy
11. Limerick
12. Sonnet
Loss Is Never Happy 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 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
Everyone wants education.
Me for you
Some cherish a diploma
Everyone wants change.
So many firsts,
Some take great risks,
Someone was the first to go to college.
Some only dream.
Expectations are set.
Some breeze through Ivy league. To help themselves, to help their family
A new life, a better life Somewhere far and mesmerizing.
Everyone wants wealth.
The first ship has sailed.
Some try to feed the greedy monster inside, Some dream of supporting their family.
Everyone wants a family. Some search long and hard, feverishly grasping any love they can find, Some unwillingly forced. But love is unconditional, no matter the circumstance. It doesn’t waver. The next generation is born.
Women should not need to depend on men, or money. Only themselves and traits passed on. Years of family traditions and perfected skills. We are independent
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) I was damaged long ago. With my mysterious blue-green eyes.
Take precautions and say no For I’m the spirit of goodbye But I won’t leave your mind so slow
I froze the air with skin of snow Now, the wind is said to blow When I float down, down, down from the sky And take over this ghastly show You said you once loved me so When I wasn't dead or alive You watched me choose to go
I’m a ticking time bomb though I’ll explode when I’m about to cry Take cover on the ground below I was damaged long ago When your spirit left with no goodbye I’ve never gotten to bestow The words to say, except “Hello”.
Sestina: Mindless State of Artistry Basking in the sea of people My mind begins to wander as I take out my pencil and paper to watch I watch a child drag his anxious mother And I draw an anxious plant playing tug of war with the sun The human tsunami engulfs me and my mind floats away I allow the pencil to make me fly away As I try to interpret every action of the bizarre people Suddenly, my hand draws a sun It draws the scene as the humans wander With multiple children with anxious mothers And nosy men who like to watch
Sweet Perfection He smelled of cheap cologne, His brows were furrowed and wide. His intelligent and sexy groan, Made me wonder what was inside. For he was smart, For I was simple. I was a work of art, He was a set of dimples It was perfect, At least for awhile. who we were was to reflect, We would not go the mile. Oh brown eyes, How you lied.
The Loss They decided to go to bed, Something she wa oon to dread. Dwindled with pain, Him to gain, Her wish was to be wed.
Nevermind Nevermind the love, Nevermind the pain. I would kill to see you again. Nevermind my anger, Nevermind your sorrow. I thought it could all be resolved tomorrow. Nevermind our growing age, Nevermind marriage. You are not alive in that carriage.