Willard Poetry
Willard Wire
Poetry Submissions
Spring 2020
From Stephanie Wing's Poetry Class!
It’s Stephanie Wing!

Seeking my name
Who am I
Who am I to become
Is my name truly what I am called
Is there something else I am called
When my name is no longer called out
am I lost forever
– Anonymous
The face of midnight
The man in the moon
Is he watching over us all
One day we’ll all join him
among the stars
– Anonymous
As life flows on,
Will our impact on the earth remain.
The scars we have created will always be here.
Our impact on this planet will never be forgotten.
When will we learn that our lives don’t matter
in the grand scheme of the universe.
– Anonymous
Deep in the darkness
How will I get out of this pain?
Who will show me the light?
To be lost in the darkness,
The only thing that can pull your mind out,
Is your own mind.
To find your way out is a sign that you have
Truly understood what your mind and body are capable of.
– Anonymous
Across the western sea
Stood an ancient oak tree.
The leaves danced in the breeze
As The old man watched sipping his tea,
Waiting for the day death would strike upon thee.
When the day came the old man sighed with great relief,
For he could finally reunite with the one he loved a great degree.
When he saw his true love after what felt like centuries,
They danced under the ancient oak tree for the rest of eternity.
– Aubrey Kleinhuizen
As life flows on
Like a river it will reach tides.
When the white water subsides
The river begins to slow .
As new seasons come and go,
Once again the water begins to flow.
On and on the cycle goes,
In an infinite pattern of highs, and lows.
– Aubrey Kleinhuizen
Plea:
The innocence
of the snowflake
a disguise for what
darkness lies underneath.
Villages in ruin
Desperately beg
For your assistance.
Reply:
Deep in the northern woods
Seek the white flower
In the midst of the snow.
Its beauty exceeds deception
Its strength restores ruin
And its power restores life.
It is the remedy you seek
So desperately.
Response:
The white flower
purer than any medicine
Banished the dark shroud
and with it restored
What once was
thought lost forever.
– Aubrey Kleinhuizen
Snowy Owl:
When autumn leaves turn scarlet
My compass guides me elsewhere.
My eyes
Like the glistening Sun
upon the vast horizon
Seek new dwelling
As The arctic breeze
flows through my feathers
white
Like fallen snowflakes.
As hunger beacons
I heed its call.
Beneath the iIcy blanket
I seek the answer.
Instinct emerges
And action strikes.
Nestlings hatch
One by one
Singing the song
of the sun
Dancing the dance
of life.
As my time comes to an end…
Let The leaves
of Autumn fall
Let the glistening sun
See its set,
Let the Snowflake
That once saw the sky
Lay in rest
As the compass guides me
To my last
and final breath.
– Aubrey Kleinhuizen
Why,
Why do you make
me feel this way?
Why did you have to leave
me so soon?
I wish you were here with me now.
The memory of you is still too bright.
It’s making hearts hurt
for miles around.
At night pictures
of you are seen dancing in the sky.
Come back,
I plea, to help me
like you used to.
To make all the pain
go away,
even if it’s just for one day.
– Katie Larson
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