High School Poets

. Spacious spans the starlit sky; Silver shines its light; Vast the veil, Pearly-pale, Drawn o’er the dusky night; Silently...

. Behold the father of this infant land, Conductor of our daunting foe’s defeat, Now warmly laureled for his noble...

. Humility Lo, I have seen the Muses plain. What need Have I to go on living?—’Twas in Rome: I...

  Perfectionist Inclined Maligned by self-encasing brine, defined By certainty's demise, self-image lies Within a shrine. Perfectionist inclined, I crouch...

  "Poetry ... is a more philosophical and a higher thing than history: for poetry tends to express the universal,...

Thank you to every one who participated! The quality of the high school poems submitted this year was stunning.   ...

Victus a response to William Ernest Henley’s poem “Invictus,” from which the first two lines of the final stanza are...

  A Letter to Sir Grammar Dear Sir Grammar: With all kindness and courtesy, may I request, A new package...

  The sun sinks deep into the hill Behind the town that perches still. An amber fog prowls through the...

  Moth, Angel of the Night Emerging from a rich cocoon, you shed off your old husk– with legs outstretched...

  Three Hundred Spartans In twilight’s ash three hundred stars await As blue-black thunder roars with battle drums, Three hundred...

  Rain, lapping at the windows fast, falls cold and ceaseless, painting lines of marble on the silvered glass while...

Winners of the competition can be found here. "But with the true poet every thing is terse, touching, or brilliant....

  Note: Winners of this contest can be found here. We have begun a new high school poetry contest here....

  These twain ephem’ral lives were fraught with woes When they, a boy and girl in morn of life, Defied...

  “Let glorious acts more glorious acts inspire, And catch from breast to breast the noble fire!" —The Iliad, Homer,...

I have not been to Medford, nor Milan; I have not seen a war, nor won the peace; I’ve risen...

There once was a girl named Shelly. who bought a pet fish by the deli. But to her surprise, with...

  Lips, soft as velvet, primrose pink, Are rent the blue of bruising ink. They rive and crackle in the...

Passing of the Seasons When snow has melted, chill has gone, and winter turns to spring, The tender buds grow...

  In a secluded forest glade, Where sunlight shines and shadows fade, The faeries come to dance and play Upon...

  Spring is Coming From naked trees, droplets of dew, Drips like tears onto my upturned face. Everything is bleak,...

A Million Thoughts Based on the Holocaust testimony of Bertha Haberfeld By Surina Patel A million thoughts are rushing through...

Rising above the silt and murky mud, Clean and pure is the small pink bud, Supported by a supple stem...

  Sighs fill the room as Mulan weaves the loom She doesn’t want Father to meet his doom. The Khan...

  Dedicated to Falun Gong practitioners who have faced seventeen years of persecution in China. As tempests are blowing, angry...

Dogs are expected to sit Dogs are expected to stay They receive kicks If they make the boat sway Hong...

  The Poet’s Purpose A poet praises all of nature’s treasures, He seeks to find the pathway to her core,...

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Shall I compare the CCP To a tragic Shakespeare play? For all the lies of history Unfold in China today....

Riverside Sun rays glisten Reflect the river I stand and listen Can’t help but shiver Restless fish swim Graceful, majestic...

Squinters The curious the contemplators the ones who concentrate on the littlest details. The most beautiful thing about them is...

Congratulations to the winners and to everyone who participated. There were many hundreds of submitted poems and many good works...

Based on the real account of a doctor involved in the Chinese Communist Party’s harvesting of organs from innocent living...

  An autumn breeze blows swiftly through the air, And plucks the tree leaves from their humble roots. Amidst the...

Laments of the Oppressed My great country, please let me be, What I think and say should be up to...

This poem was inspired by Shen Yun Performing Arts.   Bleak and somber is the flavor du jour; Modernism pervades...

  First Prize ($500): Reid McGrath Winning Poems: “Tares in the Wheat” “A Recurring Dream, Vanquished” “Retreating Snow” “Lamenting Our...

  The Shore Forever lost in the ocean the water seeps into my chest I’ve lost myself in the motion...

  Where Can I Find You? A girl, with hair the colour of honey, giggled while she chased a little...