Asked to Write a Sonnet

 

Asked to write a sonnet now is my doom,

With so much other tasks to do this night!

College apps, scholarships, and deadlines loom,

My time is running out; my schedule’s tight!

These silly words should come to me quickly,

It’s the stack of college essays that’s tough,

But fourteen lines are making me sickly,

And adding to my college stress enough!

My transcripts and letters are left to sit,

Next to my drafts of these small stubborn lines,

I am drained of cleverness, rhyme, and wit,

And wish for nothing but more smarts and time!

Yet it seems to be that I’m nearly done,

And most shockingly writing this was fun.

-Ally Liefer

 

O ye tears fall from Remorseful Eyes

 

Thy tears of betrayal fall from open eyes

Emotions hidden deep within whist cry for demise

Pain once bound, however now about thee flies

All happen as thy abandoned tears arise

 

 Once words of meaning lose their drive

O Promises broken and tales unsung

Thou coldness from him leave me alive

Through wits battle, heart had won

 

Thy foolish heart clouded thine reigns!

This brought me under thou serpent spell

That covers my soul with brandings and pain

Though I will escape from thou’s dark hell  

 

 

Thine tears do not last forever; much like the snow

And thy letter that ye wrote I must let go

 

by:Jordan Fruit 

 

Working Hard Everyday

Working hard every day for victory

Pumping weights 'til muscles can lift no more

Times of relaxation are history

Running back and forth until legs are sore

Struggling through sit-ups to strengthen core

Doing drills in pursuit of perfection

Shooting free-throws to make sure I can score

Always having great determination

Improving my b-ball education,

With practices that never seem to end.

Coaches yell for team participation,

So together the basket we defend.

     At the end of the day my hard work's done,

     It all pays off when the big game is won!

                                             -Nathan Niewald

 

Anguish of the Mind

Anguish, heartbreak, and sorrow, seem I think,

Hardship, burden, my efforts are in vain.

Cannot the past be permanent pink ink?

Save me from this political campaign!

Hatred, loathing, push him away from me.

Engage in destruction, my fearful fiend,

Away with life-long chast’ning enemy,

O thou anguish, depart and now be cleaned.

As one you’re rich, so much money to spend,

Behead, I say of you, my sinful foe.

Vile, you are, please do not overextend.

Love of Nature, Henry David Thoreau,

Thou wert born through an alternative birth,

Thou shalt decay and replenish the earth.

Brian Hahn

In Honor of Shay

This is a goodbye to sweet summer love

I always knew that it would not last long

No days ever pass when you I don't think of

I can't imagine an ending more wrong

So young you were, such a lover of life

It was nowhere near your time to leave us

All friends and family have been through strife

When asked about you, it's hard to discuss

Death often comes at times unexpected

I oft wonder if I could have stopped you

What hurts is feeling so disconnected

And remembering my days with you

     But you're the whisper in the daily wind

     Telling me that I'll see you again

-Sara Twillmann

 

An Unrequitted Love

How unattainable and rare you are

Oh sweet perfection in its true, real state

The only one meant to be my soul mate

With a heart so pure, gleaming like a star.

My life consists of giving you my love

Just your presence makes me feel nonchalant

Amazed by how you are truly above,

And beyond all things that I could so want.

Although I feel very strong about you,

Unfortunately you don't feel the same.

I've realized that there's nothing I can do

But let this love I have had sit in shame.

Just in case you may ever change your mind,

I'll always love you and be very kind.

--Heidi Willenbrink

 

 

A Senior’s Farewell Tribute to LHS

 

Goodbye little high school with your one hall

That I have walked time after endless time,

I have seen the same people, big and small

And I think of your small size—it’s a crime.

I did not realize this as a freshman,

Everything was a new experience

But my sophomore year was less of a win

Things were not new; my school’s size made no sense.

As an upperclassman, this year and last

Seniority perks make LuHigh more fun

And thoughts of college make days fly by fast.

Yet, as I recall all the good things won,

All the friendships that will last, I am glad

So farewell, what a big impact you had.

 

Catherine Willbrand

 

A Prophecy

When you in kindness look my way and speak,

I see what I will never, ever be:

A soul so brave and pure, and never meek,

As rad’nt as the rising sun at sea.

I am not you, although I wish I were;

For I am all things dark and still, and not

What makes the books, or destinies does stir.

But you will soon change fates; that is your lot.

The hearts of men will warméd be by you,

And you shall rise to heights unmeasured yet.

In awe of you, creation shall kneel too.

Above the world and stars you will be set.

    But all suns set, and yours will soon be gone,

    Then triumphs darkest night, and my moon dawns.

 

-Ellen Roundey

 

Dance Shoes

The color of your sole is painted black

But marks of red can also be found there-

Reminders that we danced upon the track

With spirits high the crowd begins to stare.

Don't worry still the best is yet to come.

Music starts up and as we dance they hum

A tune so near our heart we can't forget

The weeks of stress and sweat it took to learn

And how we almost up and quit that day...

And afterwards, the pain you felt, the burn.

Until tomorrow, on my shelf you lay

     But after this year, you will collect dust

     While go on with the rest of life I must.

                                   Rachel Krauss

 

Making a Difference

We look around the world today and say

How life is hard. It seems to be a curse!

The world gets hotter with ev'ry new day.

Our times are poor and becoming much worse.

And soldiers die in war come days anew,

In battle 'gainst our fears: teror and crime.

Diseases slay us: cancer, AIDS, and flu.

Impure is the air, we're living in grime.

Drugs are sold to kids; people live on streets.

The homeless own nothing, from cold they die.

The world is full of thieves, liars, and cheats.

Our world is so bad, we're afraid to fly.

     Men like to say that times are worsening,

     Yet we only complain and do nothing.

-Rachel Wall

 

Not So Different

A beautiful sonnet is hard to write,

Of love and loss and sacrifice to speak.

With verse and rhyme and couplet one must fight,

Such rules make the endeavor seem bleak.

To be like those of old, with mighty pen,

In ink they live though time passes them by.

Was writing easier for them back then?

But here to imitate these I must try.

I have my computer, they had their ink,

They wrote for court, but for a class I write.

But somehow between us there is a link,

Humanity's struggles are brought to light. 

Maybe not so different, them and me,

Ideas and names immortalized be.

Ashley Guebert

 

Upon a Marvelous Autumnal Day

Upon a marvelous autumnal day

I stopped to view the colors of your face,

Borrowed by oak tree, nature's proudest race,

Whose leaves did beckon me along the way-

Putting rich hues back in my world of gray.

One would not think that colors, seeming base,

Could bear on me such weight (as was the case).

Indeed, a leaf tinted I brought away-

A leaf unequaled such that none could match,

Opening trembling layers of my heart

I, taking great pains, put the leaf inside

Breathing relief deeply with just one catch:

The leaf could easily break me apart,

Fair price for the leaf in my to reside.

 

-Bethany Lyons, (October 6, 2009)

 

"Oh where has gone the clock of past long year" (The Graduate's Sonnet)

 

Oh where has gone the clock of past long year,

Of name and search and chance that comes affront,

From doors ajar to change that seems so near,

Late now to switch and choose instead to bunt.

 

We once were young, naive and careless too

Yet now a throw of stones is close at hand,

As all pursue the course he plans to do,

In comp'ny with great Lord's celestial band.

 

Narrow the path and wide the cliff to fall,

Toils, tears and strain which now will cause misstep

Pose danger in the heart of one and all,

In even those who chose the way they kept.

 

The only road in which the loved are sure,

Is that of Christ, kept rich, and true, and pure.

 

-Rachel Danielle Menscher (2009)

 

 

 

"My Little China Doll"

 

Black hair like a raven bobbing around

Singing silly songs and your silly rhymes.

No shed tears after falling to the ground,

You're always strong in the face of hard times.

The faces you make while I drive the car,

On the way to the park or to the pool,

You make me smile. How high you set the bar! 

I strive to be a good sister, not fool.

Your little eyes watching my ev'ry move.

All your pictures are on my bedroom walls.

Repetition of Emperor's New Groove.

Using the phone from mom's phone, texts and calls.

Adopted in, now part of our fam'ly,

My little China doll you'll always be.

 

     Lerryn Mallory (October 2009) 

 

Ode to the Slalom 

 

The water still so smooth today as glass,

While sun beats down its lovely golden rays

Onto the lifeless surface here we gaze,

A lake as big, of gold so great a mass.

The sun behind the clouds slowly go dim,

Although the autumn air has yet a chill.

The skier finds no greater of a thrill

Than any gifts that life can give to him.

Yet strength the often underrate,

He pulls himself throughout the golden lake.

By rope so thin and fragile do he hold,

Force of friction thou he undertakes.

How waves they cannot start to irritate,

And spray falls like the water into gold.

 

     Adrea Sarandos

To the Lord of Love

It has been told that your love is boundless,

Of depth that's even greater than the sea.

In fact, is not your love that which saved me?

My devotion to idols need be less.

There is a chasm as from the Earth to Mars,

As I look to the night sky for your care.

O majestic Lord why don't you draw near?

Instead my only company, the stars.

But Lo! I your sacred text consider

The story of a gift of immesnse worth.

To you alone heavenly Angels do sing

The tales of your love in my heart do ring.

The bulwark of separation bursts forth!

And we are again so familiar.

 

-Tim Hallemeier

 

 

Sweat, bruises, tears or cheers tell this moment

 

 

Sweat, bruises, tears or cheers tell this moment.

Each player gave their all at ev’ry hold,

But this is the time that gives them a hint,

Whether this team or that will take the gold.

The crowd is nonexistent at this time,

The intensity is unbearable.

It’s up to this team to come from behind.

Talent is measured and on the table.

Concentration shows on every face,

Heat rises as anticipation grows.

That team serves the ball in hope to change pace,

The ball crossed the net and we played like pros.

No matter what, tis the time of our life,

We share it all and keep on in our strife.

Jena Rhodes

 

Her

 

I went to follow those footsteps in the sand.

Only to find out your true self has shown.

You has walked a mile with him hand in hand.

you left me here to die alone.

 

I wish iI could just walk away from here,

yet my lonely heart will not let me go.

I hate the faith roots me there with fear.

I lost you but I can't let my heart know.

 

I wish I could rely on you for now,

Believe in all those shallow words you say,

And know for sure that you won't let me down,

Because all I want is for you to stay.

 

So I will make myself believe you will,

Because here now without you I grow Ill.

Hal Sparks

 

An Ode to Dill

 

This is an ode to the great dog Dilbert

Some people say that he is annoying

He may be but at least he's not boring.

With the birds and squirrels he loves to flirt,

He loves chasing them but he will not hurt.

To the Frisbee chase he will go soaring,

And after the catch he may go touring.

For a game or chase he is ever alert.

Six years he has been in the family,

We love him more than we ever thought we would.

Of course like everyone he has his faults,

But he has been accepted happily.

The Bichels would do anything we could

In hope that his liveliness never halts.

Corey Bichel

 

Hey Gravity, you only pull me down,

Fool me to believe I am safe and sound.

I want to fly so high, high above the town.

I feel you when I fall, then reach the ground.

Back again you hold me without a chain,

Why do you play this game on me today?

You'll never set me free; the story doth remain,

Never can you hurt me, this do I say.

I never feel you 'til it 'tis to late,

I reach to you and only ask you, why?

Surrounded by you, this is my only fate?

That I'll be with you 'til the day I die?

Why will you never let me flee from you?

Or, will I not release myself of you?

                    Katie Hopson

 

A crisp October wind flows through my hair.

The drying leaves, they rustle in the breeze.

Some even say that magic’s in the air,

Of autumn cool before the winter’s freeze.

‘Tis a delight for one to be outside

This time of year when leaves are still yet green.

And as the colors change I will not hide

My head indoors where I cannot be seen.

But as the autumn falls into winter,

Where yesterday I frolicked on the lawn,

I watch the world around me wither.

As ev’rything I see, it turns to brown.

And so I know, as on this grass I lay,

Robert Frost would say, “Nothing gold can stay.”

     Phillip Hoenig

 

 

Past the door, wan’dring through the library.

Truthfully, I’m never so self-conscious,

But sweaty palms speak to the contrary.

Frightened by your charm and bright eyes, so vicious.

You’re a mild-mannered bookworm, but hidden

Underneath: sexiest librarian

I’ve ever seen. I spy (and I’m smitten),

You reading Tolkien’s Silmarillion.

Bee-line to the bookshelf, I risk a “Hello.”

In reply, a flat stare. My hopes, you douse.

Then a change in mood, no longer mellow.

You lean in close; I nearly touch your blouse.

            Romance mustn’t be rushed. I won’t act in haste.

            But I can’t rest, lest my love go to waste.

     

          -Nathan Frey, 2009

 

 

“The Dark Can Intrude Upon the Heart”

The dark can intrude upon the heart when in

Silent affliction words can not say out loud.

Speak it to friends in some eyes it be sin,

Though to tell just one, he hoped to be allowed.

The days seem long and full of endless worry.

He tries to be optimistic but sometimes it’s too

Much to handle. Now for an escape that need hurry

Because joyful times during stressful times seem long over due.

Through troubles in life he can be dragging in spirit,

Hope comes from those who care for and love you.

Like darkness to light, he makes haste for the exit,

Turning towards God and true friends, bidding the problem adieu.

You are not alone, there is more to this I

Know. Help is found in me, standing strong nearby.

 

-Jenn Chiu