Who are we without you? Words on paper with no one to read Or a beautiful painting colors unseen. Sonnets written would lack subject, A...
EXPLORE SPRINGFIRE
Poetry
Inspired by Muriel Rukeyser’s Wall of Poetry at the Cathedral of Saint John the Divine in New York City, Springfire has a space for all students and staff to express complex ideas and emotions through the musicality, imagery, flow, and precise diction of poetry. Here, we see a variety of forms, from free verse to odes, rhyming quatrains, couplets, and sestets, all exemplifying the inspiring creative work of Rock Hill High School Bearcats!
LATEST WORK
The Sun and Moon
The Sun yawns as it sets down and closes its eyes.Its rays paint the sky in fiery hues. Then the sky transforms into a big black ink.The...
Shark Fin Soup
Sharks. Such massive creatures. They roam the sea that they call home, and they live their lives knowing no difference like we do....
Omen of Grace
Often seen as unclean Much mean With razor-sharp words that seem to come through your beak. In this world, it all means nothing. A haven,...
Lost Love Blues
I woke up this morning, and she was gone I woke up this morning, and she was gone Now I'm sitting here wondering where did I go wrong? She...
Ode to The Depths of Her Soul
Once there was a girl in a perfectionist world Eyes created with the earth in mind, ones that words could never define Her smile was not...
A Pit Stop
Welcome in, leave your jacket by the door And your shoes tossed to the side, forgotten Make yourself at home, you’ve been here before The...
Ode to my Childhood Blanket
Warm and delicate for years and years, Like a cradle of comfort, held close Shrouded in coziness in an orange-lit room, Soaked with snot...
Devotion
Today I find a reason why, A reason behind divine devotion, Behind worship for things of possible fiction, For humans need of the hope,...
Break the Chains
Clouds like driven snow, white and pure Began to cry, turn ash, oh I’m sure Precipitates and thunder forth a storm of change As the roars...
There Once was a Girl
There once was a girl,her face framed with delicate curls who wanted to see the world. The world she pictured, versus the world she knew...
I Bite
I bite the hands that feed me. Rough and callous, sharp-edged, and just waiting for a reason to go off the rails. I am mean and I am...