Expectations Poems
Promising young man
by Rhys O’Donnell
They shake hands, and sign papers as I wait with baited breath. “We would be delighted to have such a promising young man.” My parents place their hands on my shoulder and a smile spreads across my face.
I was king of all jesters, when I took to the stage it was a performance that lingered In your heart. Truly special they called it, a wonder I was. The other students rushed to give their praises, and the teachers shook my hand referring all those seeking to shine my way. The audience always remembered me no matter how small the role I truly embraced what it was exactly meant to be. They stood clapping and raving
“ What a promising young man!” They cheered.
My eyes filled with stars, my skin never glowed so vibrantly, my hands were soft, and smooth to the touch. I kept my appearance in top condition; after all it was part of the job, and part of the dream.
My friends admired how fast I rose, as they all stumbled trying to find the path to their future I blazed forward on the trail I knew was meant for me with absolute. The students and faculty all spoke with that same certainty
“ if anyone can do it, I’m sure he will! There’s nothing that promising young man can’t do.”
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Wide Open Air
by T. Caddy
I
Like a blue sky
Spread out wide
Unscathed
Unshy
Accommodate
The bulky weight
The awkward shape
Of satellites
Commercial planes
......
In the middle of nowhere
by Mario Odekerken
In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
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Butterfly Beauty
by YingDu Le
You see that butterfly?
It’s beautiful right, but isn’t it also a bit scary, when looking at plain sight.
I don’t know about you,
But it sometimes seems like that beauty is not always good to have or to yearn for.
What is even beauty?
Is it something you can measure by asking the population’s opinion?
Is it something I have to conform to depending in what beauty world I live in?
I am my own person, and I don’t want it any other way, but the butterfly is sometimes still there, flying around, questioning and pestering you.
But when you touch it it’s apparently dangerous,
Because then it’s not able to fly anymore.
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Bound by Flesh and Blood
by Lili De Assis
I build my own cage,
in an attempt to thrive,
but what if my passion, my soul, is just outside?
Inside there is nothing,
nothing but a carcass, rotting away over time
with familiar blood and familiar eyes
Generations of me holding my hand,
holding me down
begging for their fate to become my own
For a second it gets to me,
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In the middle of nowhere
by Mario Odekerken
In the middle of nowhere,
there is no map to follow,
only the sound of your breath
and the stretch of sky too wide to measure.
No signs,no fences-
just the hush of things not asking to be found.
You walk not to arrive,
but because stillness would mean forgetting
you are still alive.
......
Duality of expectations
by Kaylee Wilson
I never see the waves of grief coming
why would I
I’m not dead
yet
every now and then
I think about all the things
that have happened in my life,
everything I thought I was desensitized to,
and I am unbearably saddened
because what I went through
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Confines Of Intelligence Deceptive Trap
by Kator Lutso
In shadows of intelligence, a young man stood,
His mind ablaze, his spirit pure and good.
A brilliant flame, a flicker of creativity,
But society's pressure whispered for conformity.
With dreams of literature and arts so fine,
He yearned to let his creativity truly shine.
But the world, in its wisdom, had other plans,
Forcing the young man into law's demanding hands.
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Wide Open Air
by T. Caddy
I
Like a blue sky
Spread out wide
Unscathed
Unshy
Accommodate
The bulky weight
The awkward shape
Of satellites
Commercial planes
......
Promising young man
by Rhys O’Donnell
They shake hands, and sign papers as I wait with baited breath. “We would be delighted to have such a promising young man.” My parents place their hands on my shoulder and a smile spreads across my face.
I was king of all jesters, when I took to the stage it was a performance that lingered In your heart. Truly special they called it, a wonder I was. The other students rushed to give their praises, and the teachers shook my hand referring all those seeking to shine my way. The audience always remembered me no matter how small the role I truly embraced what it was exactly meant to be. They stood clapping and raving
“ What a promising young man!” They cheered.
My eyes filled with stars, my skin never glowed so vibrantly, my hands were soft, and smooth to the touch. I kept my appearance in top condition; after all it was part of the job, and part of the dream.
My friends admired how fast I rose, as they all stumbled trying to find the path to their future I blazed forward on the trail I knew was meant for me with absolute. The students and faculty all spoke with that same certainty
“ if anyone can do it, I’m sure he will! There’s nothing that promising young man can’t do.”
......
