Poems from Summer Marie Youngberg
Tis’ My PoemThe sky is dreary and grayIt’s a cold day Even though spring it may be Spring we have yet to seeMaybe it’ll come by MayYet my...
A couple clicks
On a bright screen
In a dimly lit familiar place
New seats take the frustration away
But no the panic of deadlines
Or the...
Help I. Can not write a sonnet
I don't know if I will make the dead line
It's not clever this poem of mine
That will not get a good grade I...
Polished wooden boards
A bow string of fine horse hair
Across the metal string
Release the rich sound
Sing, cry, roar, whisper, scream...
It is the first year
unfamiliar hallways
New experience
Oh I know this place
I know what I'm doing now
Upper lower class
So much...