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.

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

–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.