Press "Enter" to skip to content

Posts published in “Poetry”

Tangerine Summer

By editorialteam on March 18, 2022

By Cody Nathanson | Observer Contributor

She drags the stool across the kitchen, vibrating against the tiles as it
moves.
With her eyes now above the counter, but beneath the bowl, she
reaches out.
Confident, she now holds the orange with both hands, jumping from
the stool.
As She now moves, so does her finger across the rind, looking for her
nail to catch.

Moving between the divide, her foot quickly finds the lip of the door
frame.
Catching herself, both hands now braced against the frame, she
stands.
She gives off a light breath, then another.
For across the room– on the armchair–the orange now sits. read more

Perseverance and Motivation

By editorialteam on March 18, 2022

By Skyler Elliot | Observer Contributor

Recently in the neighborhood, one of the apartments in a nearby
building has been under construction. There are two men who work
long hours to get the renovation done. They spend much of their time
performing exhaustive and tedious tasks. The laborious hours take
their toll on them as they both carry heavy buckets of equipment up
and down the flights of stairs.

For many, the day has come to an end. The sun is down, the cold air
moves in, but these men remain hard at work. As the snowstorms
arrive, they shift away from their construction work and begin to
prepare for what else is to come. Covered in dust and dried paint,
they layer up to combat the cold. The snowblowers roar and the salt
cascades across the ground. read more

Remembering Bill Nutting

By editorialteam on March 12, 2018

Forty-five years of service, of teaching it all;

Four decades of a life, finally a time for it to stall.

Through good times and bad, educating with a will;

Thoroughly passionate in all things, these things were Bill.

Starting back in nineteen seventy-three as a lab tech, and moving forward;

From Technician to Instructor to Professor all ahead toward.

From General Biology to Human Health to Microbiology;

Each course in its turn, all things drenched in biology!

Bill Nutting lived a life of joy and of much pain; read more

Social Relations

By editorialteam on December 12, 2017

A poem by: Michael Young

Please share
trending thread
hashtag tweet
something sweet.
Be the first
comment post.
Timeline most.
Hack the host.
Accept a friend.
Follow to the end.

Online profile.
Upload your file.
Now click return
not a downturn.
Another meme
on the scene.
Message me
when you see.
I did my best,
“liked” the rest.

Asphalt Apocalypse

By editorialteam on September 26, 2017

By: Michele Walsky

Aghast, no space in sight!

“BBQ fair,” my carpool squealed in delight

“Cone,” I groaned, circling in plight

Diagonal, sideways, angled, no use

Every spot was taken, it was becoming obtuse

Forget it, I’d say if it wasn’t for class

Good gravy, so jammed, students parked on the grass!

“Hurry”, I prayed, following walkers afar

Instead, they tossed books and grabbed more from their car

Just as hope dipped, we spied a spot

“KIDDING!”

Laughed the bike in its slot

“Motorcycles”, we cursed under our breath read more

Eclipse

By editorialteam on September 18, 2017

By: Michael Young

A Shadow crossed before the sun,
while some of us have just begun to shine.

We do not need free speech
with flags of hate out in the street to shine.

Have we all lost our way
or just the ability to say the words that shine?

No need to plead or whine.
Just know that it’s the time to shine.

Be prepared to blaze
and cut through all this haze to shine.

It’s what is in your heart
that sets you apart and lets you shine.

The Older One Gets

By editorialteam on November 8, 2016

By Rachel Vargeletis

 

Eyes tend to glisten with a certain, familiar

Shine of regret the older one gets.

Wrinkles tend to cast a deeper, darker shadow

Upon their chagrinned pretense

The older one gets.

 

“Sorry”s feel empty and

“I love you”s only feel like a way of apologizing.

The sun hurts more than is ever brightens your day,

And suddenly,

You find your feet sore from

The routine

Instead of bouncing in eager leaps across each room,

Craving sand under their seasoned edges

And wet dirt between their wriggling toes,

The older one gets.

 

Worlds tend to fade into a comfortable

Black and white-

Lives tend to wrap themselves up in a

Cocoon of security.

Hair that once danced freely in the wind

Tends to find itself tucked away.

And arms that once held

The entire universe

In their tender embrace

Tend to cement themselves to one’s side,

The older one gets.

 

The smiles that glazed the soft cheeks of a lover

Tend to form now only

Robotically, laboriously.

No emotion- or an especial lack thereof.

No sentiment, and no passion.

Life suddenly means less,

Love suddenly seems less,

The older one gets.

 

One tends to die before the day one stops their breathing,

The older one gets.

And my question is

Why?