Poetry

Our delightful poetry section features a diverse array of talented poets’ work that explores a vast range of feelings and themes. From evocative descriptions of breathtaking landscapes to profound expressions of complex emotions, there is something for everyone to enjoy and appreciate.

Disclaimer

Some poetry may contain some controversial topics and or political biases; these political biases do not represent The Varsity

 Fragrant First Day- (Haiku)  

By: Lauryn Casey

  

The musk is well masked  

With diverse floral bouquets,   

Girls’ locker room full  

 

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Heels of Green- (Haiku) 

  

Grass blankets nude heels  

Glued with the dew left by night,  

The field follows me  

 

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It was never really our dream- (Haibun)
 

I remember seeing you from the gazebo  

On the bridge that hovers the river  

Where we would walk hand in hand  

 

There are a few things different to the scene I am seeing  

You are in the lace wedding gown you scrapbooked  

Saved up for years for  

With some of my money paycheck contributed to this dream 

 

Except I am not there  

I am not in the matte black tux we picked out 

The tie is not around my neck  

And I’m not the man holding your curvy waist  

Kissing the bride  

Kissing you  

 

Floating rose petals brush my face 

I drop my letter, having it drown in the river  

Wedding bells cheer

–Who I Knew–

By: Kayla Rose

12/26/24

Who do you see when you look in the mirror

Does is really reflect who you are

Because when I look at you, I see a whisper

A whisper of the boy who saved me from a scar


You slouch around in your black leather jacket

You play Fortnite through the long hours

You changed your heart like it was just a habit

You turned around and didn’t bring the flowers


Now I sit in my room remembering the joke

The one where we’re still friends no matter what

I took it seriously then, but now I want to choke

I think I’m coming to my senses, but not by luck


You’ve had a lot to teach me, and you have

I’m stronger from all of this, I have to say

We can no longer talk like we used to, nor laugh

But that’s fine because we’re both finding our way


The boy I knew is gone, and I can’t do anything

But I haven’t completely stayed the same either

Thank you for the memories, which I am cherishing

But now I am finally moving on and taking a breather

I’m done obsessing about the past like an old senior


–Change–

Kayla Rose

I’ve never liked change; a simple switch can be upsetting

I don’t like it when my favorite food goes off the menu

Or when my favorite show stops being compelling

I don’t like it when I get a new doctor or shampoo


But I do like it when winter changes into spring

I do like the air of autumn, especially the apple picking

I like it when I improve in sports or school things

I love trying new things, but I miss the old way of living


I’ve found that growing up is all about changing

My friends have changed, and come to think of it, so have I

My sports practices are more intense, with more training

My dogs are getting on in years, and soon I’ll have to say goodbye


And high school is worlds different than middle school

I keep forgetting to bring my English book to class

My homework is in my locker, like a fool’s

And what history work, I have to ask


My best friend has moved away, and now we hardly talk

I’m about to start driving, and I don’t know if I’m ready

I’ve gotten better at running, now I hardly walk

But I miss playing tennis; the courts are always empty


Skyler Dunphy

Nothing Like a Regatta 

When the air is crisp and you can smell the pancakes and coffee, nothing but a regatta. 

When you hear the click of one catch, nothing but a regatta 

A coxswain and their calls that, if done right, all can hear, nothing but a regatta. 

Driving far just for two days, nothing but a regatta. 

Making lifelong memories with your team,  nothing but a regatta.  

The click of the medals on the champion's chest at the end of the day, nothing but a regatta. 

Paxton

History, why must you repeat yourself?

 

Ancient democracy, crumbling, cracking under the

Weight of time. History, what foul game do youplay

With two souls of lovers torn apart. Achilles, Patroclus,

Floating down the Styx, finally reunited or maybe not,

history won’t tell. The Greeks being geeks and the romans...

We’ll always think of them. From crucifying to criticizing,

No one can escape the clutch of time.

squabbling in the palm of the past,

I think, what is the point of fighting, no one will ever actually care,

We'll only be words in a book if we’re lucky, for kids to study and stare.

Not fully experiencing history like we did, the fall of two towering buildings,

The rise of violence, then the fall of a man of uncivilized nature.

History not caring to nurture us enough to learn from the past,

Caeser relenting to relinquish his power, to Napolean not giving up,

To a modern American, hell bent with pride, blindly leading, and bound to fall.

History never warns the future. History; you were the kind of sibling to watch

As the future burns itself, and then, only then, sneer, careful, that’s hot.

I would never consult with you on the present.