VOX Teen Poetry: ‘My Field, Their House’
Reagan Hudson November 1, 2023
I am a field of flowers Filled with bright lilies and beautiful tulips My ambitions like the lush green grass Sprouting from my adventurous mind
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I am a field of flowers Filled with bright lilies and beautiful tulips My ambitions like the lush green grass Sprouting from my adventurous mind
I hope one day a heavy book with my name on it rests on your coffee table next to all the framed memories I was
My mother is a baker, a young, bubbly baker, Her and her twin sister skip down the paved roads. all the way to the grocery
She fades in and out of existence. Her violet hair pierces through the warmth of spring. She only appears when the frost of winter has
As summertime sadness begun and inundated me, It caused me look at the time I had with you As the evergreen tree blew in the
Je me suis toujours demandé, À quoi ressemblerait la vie après ma mort. Tout n’est pas mauvais. C’est une sensation de noyade, Mais plutôt que
not gon lie imma lover y’all i always have been a lover always will be i have loved love since i was a small child
My arms shake and my heart races. Time swoops down from the sky, flaunting its feathers in front of my face It grazes my fingers
The sun whispers sweet nothings in the flower’s ear for all the rabbits and birds to hear. The flower stretches up towards the sky, seeking
I am a soul. My aura radiates love and compassion from the core. I was made from two other souls who want to see me
