Haverford Poems - Poems about Haverford

...Stalking every dream calling me from sleep A Yeti of the frozen night I drove the pitons deep Climbing over hope belaying every wish The tracks it leaves — perdition bound to wander in the......Read the rest...

...Do nothings wth tenure poseurs sublime Their barrels sit empty coated with lime The space they take up much better off closed For those they have poisoned — Hades to know (Ha......Read the rest...

...I remember the day you borrowed my pain “Take it,” I told you no need to explain It’s shopworn and battered each scar duly earned Its weight a true burden of prophecy spurned Then when yo......Read the rest...

...Silver lining happiness though there not often seen In many shades of inference ignoring red and green Slight handed and implicit though felt still out of view Beneath the veil resplendent ......Read the rest...

...How do you balance the kind and the cruel The good and the bad of life’s golden rule As reason pulls tightly, treason pulls back Living in conflict, together intact Tragic, comedic, ......Read the rest...

...What you ask me to deny, I in many ways affirm The truth will not belie what your apprehension spurns Believing in myself and the voice that speaks within I cast new seeds into the air —......Read the rest...

...With one pen in the inkwell, eternity got wet The words to dance and laugh and pray, phrasing’s still unmet With one pen in the inkwell, the future kissed the past The moments now, the mo......Read the rest...

...Capsules of time… no beginning or end The view from without, the view from within Defining the space, transporting the hours Moment by moment —again and again (Haverford College: Octo......Read the rest...

...A painting will never love you back, like a woman or a child An opera may cause your heart to sing, then leave you twice beguiled Platonic zeal may fill the hours, a pleasant interlude Bu......Read the rest...

...Everyone’s life is tragic, but who calls out the score The Jester or the Hangman, the Undertaker sure Everyone’s nights are haunted, when sleeping with the Muse Each dream a wanton barter......Read the rest...

...Stranded on the island of your professed beliefs Anchored in the promise of a new tomorrow Each wave a stark reminder of the choices that you made Your faith inside a bottle —the tide un......Read the rest...

...The finer you draw your measurements, the further away you fall Each number squared and time compared, deafens out the call Your techno-dialectic, data piled upon itself A trash heap at t......Read the rest...

...Is morality an end point, or a journey to begin Are right and wrong just bookends placed, or what then lies within All Ethical persuasion, to attain or just desire Whose end result will n......Read the rest...

...Is there a direction to the universe, without the polar caps The equator gone as space expands, looking forward—looking back Does today become tomorrow, as tomorrow self destructs A......Read the rest...