Squeak Squeak Squeak Clean Clean Clean Wipe away the stains Stains of all the bad, And all the worse Hero A hero you are Getting down and...
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
My Aquarium
My head, a full aquarium at night. Each fish a thought. They swarm and feast. I reach in the fish tank desperately yearning to grasp just...
Ode to a Bubble
Sphere of soap reflecting light and color. Weightless but fragile, you bounce on air. Gently floating orb, it’s a long fall back to earth,...
Who Shot Cupid?
‘Fore I am looking for him as I’m not capable to proceed. His arrow has tragically missed. Blessings passed. Trial and error. Voices...
The Meaning of Life
In the 16 years that I have livedand the time that I've spent dreamingI thought that life was about chasing happinessand that per-suit was...
The Blank Page
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...
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...