poetry_3ksn2y – Page 16 – "2:25 PM" – Poems from Lexington High School Class of 2018

Giancarlo Zaniolo // THE LAWNMOWER

During the peak
Of summer,
The blazing sun
Blesses the world with
Its welcoming rays.
A peaceful afternoon,
Wasting the hours away,
When all of a sudden,

A once serene day
Turns sour in an instant
A wild whirring noise
Proclaims its presence
To all who can hear

Once the sound
Of the dreaded machine
Enters the ears of an
Unfortunate fellow,
There is no question
That for the rest of the day,
They will hear nothing but
This very sound.

The monotone buzz
Erasing a layer of this
Fragile green carpet,
Its wild blades whirring
Stirring up a vortex of grass
Going pass after pass

Like a blender
That takes all ingredients
From their sources,
It slices and churns
This once peaceful meadow
All the while packing it
Into a large bag,

Is nature’s carpet
Really so dangerous

That we have to ruin
day after once-peaceful day
In this very way?

Pia Jain // WITH LOVE, FROM NC

A letter in the mail
Is all I have
8 years of love
And
friendship

The memories
and the bonds
We will never forget
The photographs
And letters
on my wall

Flipping from the trampoline
Into the pool
The laughter
And experiences
We no longer
have
But the love
We still
Feel

My childhood
I will never
Get back
But I still
cling onto
With memories
And the letters
Signed
With love, From NC

Rachel (Yeon Woo) Cho // DISTANCE FROM EARBUDS TO AIRPODS

Symbol of Love,
Sharing favorite music
Middle of the line connected,
Holding onto each other

Once we thought they wouldn’t fall apart
They seemed to be perfect for each other

But humans desired to move around easier,
Eager for too much comfort
It finally hurt each other
And separated them into two tiny pieces

Now they share a house,
But unconnected,
Not close enough,
No emotional exchanges

As we wish for more,
As we develop more,
We are getting further and further from each other.

Sophie Gregoretti // A BEAUTIFUL SMILE

It’s the muscles
in your face,
in her face,
in his face.
In each of our faces.
That change everything.

A simple contraction,
that lights up someone’s day.

Changes the mood,
of our fragile lives.

We are weak.
Each single person,
Alone.

But it’s our kindness,
our way of showing that we care.
That gives support.
Gives someone a sense of relief.
A moment of peace,
trust,
hope.
That we all deserve.

It is a beautiful smile, t
hat saves us.

Deniz Erus // KEY TO A HAPPY DAY

I was walking at the beach,
Hopeless, lost, when I saw an old friend.
He came up to me and said,
“What’s the matter, why are you so sad?”
I explained to him,
That life wasn’t working out the way I had expected.
“Wait,” he said. “Wait one more day
But this time, don’t think about what has been bad
Think about how good life will be after that.
Just be hopeful and you will see
What life has to offer to you.”
I listened to him,
Dreamed of the day that I would retire,
Come to this beach and lie on the sand,
Listening to the calm waves instead of my misery.
That day, I began to feel better,
Hope was the key to a peaceful day.
By dreaming, I was getting one step closer
To that day which I would be happy

Vince C. // THE MOUNTAIN TOP

The cold wind rushes past me
while I stand on the mountain top
looking up into the star filled sky
feeling like I can fly.

Standing on the mountain top
is like no other feeling or thought
the glare from the moon and peaceful snow
puts you in deep thought and my mind glows.

On the mountain top
my feelings go wrong
my mind drifts away
and I feel gone.

Jenny Jin // CAPTIVE BIRD

The wind lifts and swirls,
waking up the slumbering world.
Flowers bathe in the mellow sun,
brushing their blushed faces.

Behind the cold metal bars,
I perch
with despair.

My legs are fettered
and my wings are wounded
by the bullet of power,
caging my freedom.

I have torn my throat
and rasped my voice,
exhausted and desperate.

Freedom flaps its wings,
leaving me without a goodbye.

Matei Golesteanu // CELERY

Let them be as candy,
Always sweet and appealing,
but unhealthy.

I’d rather be a celery,
Green and powerful like the hulk.

To have fed millions of people around the world,
To be full of good nutrients,
To have kept so many people healthy and active.

I’d rather be disliked, and if
then avoided by everyone ,
than to be an unhealthy piece of candy,
Which is mass produced
by humans and not by nature.

I’d rather smell of the earth and soil
Than of food coloring and sugary crap.
If I could know I kept people healthy,
I’d rather be a celery.

Yejun K. // HOPE

Hope is irrelevant, a dashed streak of scarlet
That crisscrosses the souls of scapegoats.
Just like the peace before the storm,
It lingers around its victims;
An anesthetic before the inevitable.

Like a shepherd struggling to control his flock,
Iscariot sends it away with a kiss.
Swept away like dust under the scrutiny of the legionnaires
And a blatant travesty in the name of love
That wipes their slate clean for God’s eyes to see.

It is of the Fountain,
Reborn within every human.
It is Janus, immortal only in the eyes of creatures
For it is transcended by nothing but darkness,
Resigned to drifting through the void of space.