His hands latch onto the spring,Fangs sinking into his victim's skinA craving too strong to dismissTaking blood as if it was salvation...
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
Dreams of Tomorrow
A toe dipped in rainbowSound asleep dreams of tomorrowA great fight against the darkThe warmth of the purest heartIgnited fire set...
A Jar of Popcorn
A jar ofpopcorn,waiting to bepopped,waiting to be enjoyedby children,children that enjoy popcornand watching movies,warm, delicious,...
The Ending Desire
Streams of endorphins spread down my cheeks.My pain will be blocked by beta-endorphins,inhibiting substance by binding to opioid...
Greedy Love
Ethereal emptiness lit only by the enchanting light of your eyesYour paragon pitch pulls me from my plightI am reminded there is a world...
Don’t Forget Me
If you hate mejust tell meso I can know when to stop kindlingthe white coalsburning the skin off my chest,the aroma of burnt...
Cómo ser mejor persona
“Ser mejor persona” puede ser una trabajo muy duroEso fue lo que Abercio pichardo dijo al inicio de su proyecto“proyecto” en el cual tenía...
The Love Train
Our love was like a silver passenger train with a blue stripe on itRight on track with lots of lifeIt had a horn that would warn the world...
You Aren’t Really Country
If you don't live on 100 acres of farmland,you aren't really country And if you don't have horses and cows,you aren't really country If...
The Chessboard
a game uponanother game a chess boardwith pieces filled with two different colorsnext to the class filled of juniors thirty-two...
“I Thought”
I thoughtthe fire was hotIn my heart,the burning would start. In my head,I always feel dead.In my love,it was never enough. It's all...
Prairie Life
I look around at the endless skyand the prairie grass growing green and high.The prairie hens squawk and runas a pioneer man fires his...