Patience us a virtue, But what if I can’t wait? Motivation won’t strike How much I surmise, an idea? An idea is all I need An idea to fill...
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
Perfect Prey
I'm tired and no one can tell.I put on a fake smile and with that a target on my back.The perfect prey to be attacked.To be manipulated...
Tiny Rodent
Small, new born. Mother is nurturing the best she can.Chasing and fleeing just like she was taught. Food is necessary. Food is life.Tiny...
Sisterly Love
I hope my younger brother knows that I love himhe may get on my nervesand sometimes I want to fight himbut I hope he knows that I like...
Ode to Dandeloins
Tiny Sun Living in my yard Tiny suns Living in my garden Weed that take from my flower’s Home Weed that invite pests to chew on my...
The Bird’s Song
May peace find you how winter turns to spring With first signs often being overlooked You breathe and feel the air that used to sting And...
Rusted
Last week I took down my childhood swing set. As I was taking it down, all the memories of hanging out with my childhood friends on those...
Unsatisfied Ending. Always Unhappy.
They say I stopped caring But they don’t understand Quick to assume I’m stuck. I’m lost, trying to find a way out of the maze But I...
These Photographs of Mine
Instant photographs tainted by my desperation. The polarizing filter couldn’t break my mind’s halation. How ethereal the sights were that...
The Number Seven
My dear number seven. How beauty you are full. When I see the two lines forming you, it's cool. When the number one is has another line...
Break the Glass
Struck by blue beauty Glistening gills, puckered lips The glass between lives
Sticky Candy and Prayers
I bought a pregnancy test, apple juice, and a bag of hi-chews Because I am a child, too And I was mortified at the thought of two little...