True Freedom By Tyler Guidetti Inspired by In Cold Blood by Truman Capote A situation like that, no destination. I went for a walk, the woods deep with snow. Everything I owned, I just let it lie. There wasn't anything I could say. Not a dollar in my pocket, I asked, “Where are you going?” I replied, “Wherever I'm headed.” I couldn’t control the destination of the eastward journey, but it was mine. Prayers By Jordan Pai Inspired by The Passion of Dolssa by Julie Berry The Sun nearing its peak In the sky. One of those magic moments. Eyes watching the little child Splashing gently in the surf. Time wandering slowly. Tears filled my eyes from The beauty of the spectacle as I thanked God for this sense of Comfort. A Good Samaritan by Ryan Gilhooly Inspired by The Miracle of St. Anthony by Adrian Wojnarowski Off-duty cop? Not for him. Working through days, while others go out and play. If help was needed, he was called. When he learned how to shoot, he taught others how to ball Every arrest went through him, little went past his watch. Even when locking guys up, He’d reassure them their worth. Lowering bail! Helping in the soup kitchen! These were told to his son, in hopes he could become one. Undetected by Oscar Gladyz Inspired by Me and Earl and the Dying Girl by Jesse Andrews I keep an insanely low profile, attempt loose connections, ignore and disengage friends, conceal myself in the group. I am an idiot, my expectations are low, crippled, in the wretched jungle ruled by bullies and harassment. I am hobbling on the floor ridiculed, then tortured under the staircase, shriek at the wretched bastards.
Dormant Beauty by Amelia Magron Its sleepy body lay within a leafy blanket, the Earth’s damp bedding. Above it danced a night sky view, alive with luminous bodies who flew. And through the day it stay sheltered, hidden from Nature’s heated fury. As the fires die, Life arrives. In the rubble, survival prospers. Long awaited, it now thrives, in the thousands they transpire. Your patient purple Mountain Mallows. She By Ashley J. Tomson
Inspired by Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte Five o’clock, 19th of January, the light of a half-moon, passed through the winter morning, as I kindled her fire. She was a mysterious journey, of a little girl. She was lulled by the cessation of coach-doors, and bewildered about darkness filling the air. Her soul sat on her lips, a swelling spring of pure, full, fervid eloquence? Her spirit spoke of books, of knowledge they possessed, expanding at every sounding line. She wore patience in her heart, a murmur of pleasure ran through her companions. Pioneering her tenacious wits to a higher class, outrivalling the Tower of Pisa.
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About this postFound poems written by Mrs. Simpson's 2020-2021 students. AuthorNorthern Lights is an art and literary magazine full of work from the students of North. Have something to add? Email a submission of writing, art, or photography at northernlights@nhvweb.net |