In the spirit of sharing our students work, we will post the rest of the submissions for Poetry Tuesday on our blog!
These are the additional submissions for the prompt:
We are coming up on the fall season. Write a short poem about what fall means to you be it the season or the action or sensation of falling.
Ribcage Rest by Karely Gallegos Gonzalez
The crunchiness of leaves,
gives such an unexpected twist.
There is a hot brew in my veins,
it sings a familiar tune,
almost as sharp as the midnight sun.
Today is a crisp autumn day
and it all began,
with the dirt's carcass.
Untitled by Blackrose
I don’t enjoy the fall.
Harsh, but true. The world around me turns shades of brown. Everyone dresses in hues of orange and yellow. All the greenery loses its vibrancy.
Nothing stays the same. Change is inevitable in nature. Maybe that’s why we didn’t work out. You went with the flow of the season, and I couldn’t let go of the life that I knew was left in me.
I refused to fall. I couldn’t fall in love with you, not the same way you loved me.
Was it an act of falling
That brought me here
To my knees
To this darkened wasteland
Was it an act of falling
That allowed me
To reach this chasm
To this black hole of existence
I did not feel it
The fall
Was graceful
Carefully executed
Was it an act of surrender
That left me alone
To the mercies of silence
To the lulls and heaves of sadness
Was it an act of surrender
That chained me here
To my own unholy boulder
To the dark water of the mind
I did not feel it
The surrender
Was unwilling
Insidiously taken
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