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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
Beauty Standards
Beauty standards are all I seeFrom exercising to starving yourselfTo questioning your appearance, to think about surgeryTrying to look...
Are You Real?
In a world black and graySo dull, as if it decaysIs this real?Are you real, my darling? A world without colorYet you yourself remains so...
A Restless Night
I shoot to sleep so short it seemsDreams with beams and screams from all kinds of things Jeeps with beeps and planes in flightKeep me up...
Stand Bold. Stand Tall.
My idea is not the idealAlthough I can never be missedMy first thought is to always concealYet, I can't because these laws existI stand...
Poem (I lived in the first century of depression)
I lived in the first century of depression.Most days I was incapable of getting out of my bedI would wake up feeling lostSo lost that it...
Mommy Blues
Mommy left me all alone, all alonestriated my soul and left me lonesomeYes, Mommy left me all alone, all aloneAt age sixteen with all the...
Looks
I hate being the one that sticks out due to how I look. I get looked at as a freak or weird, maybe even the stereotypical depressed teen....
The Question
(A fictional free verse poem.) The sun had just began peering over the horizon,I could hear the calm whispers of the morningAs the cool...
The Real Me
meI can't define me,no definite way I can describe me I know my destiny well though I sin the lord is blessing me stillcan't figure out...
Love Sonnet
Her smile is as beautiful as a sunA sun so bright it could even blind me.Her love shot from a gunMy walking fantasy Her personality...
Grandma’s Hands
Those younger days during the holidays. I was a chef in my own mind as I helped grandma cook thanksgiving dinner. But the best part was...