Have I ever, ever felt so alone, Always cold, never warm, chilled to the bone, Heads down, hoods up, cold snapping weather, Endless winter and loneliness come together. Has anyone ever, ever thought of me, In times of sadness, in times of frown, Snowflakes falling, sweet tears dropping, Blue mood season – feeling…
The Vimy Pilgrimage Award is an educational program that takes twenty Canadian youth to Europe for one week to learn about Canada’s efforts and the First World War. I was fortunate enough to be chosen to go this year and I was truly moved and honored to go with such a wonderful group of people.…
Blossoming trees, flowing rivers, fresh air: a small leaf, growing from a branch a small flower, sprouting from the ground a small child, dancing in the rain Springtime. Nature surrounds us. Its frosty winter breath is beginning to fade, replaced with the warm, caressing touch of sunlight reflected on icy ponds beginning to thaw…
With the month coming to a close, I thought it would be nice to start posting a poem each month for readers to step back from all the action, and take some time to relax while perhaps sipping a cup of coffee. Enjoy! The Peace of Wild Things – Wendell Berry When despair grows in…
Winter officially starts in about a month, but snow is everywhere in Calgary right now. The first snow of the year is so enchanting, but slowly and surely, with dirt and melting, the snow turns into a grey nasty slush that does nothing but gets your socks wet and cold. However, just after it first…
A poem about that inevitable feeling A knot twists at your insides Pulling this way, tugging that way. Your hands quiver Like frozen leaves. The tip of your nose is frozen But your heart tries to break out Of its bone and ligament enclosure. That essential, blood-pumping organ Is pounding Like a bread maker nearing…
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When I was in 4th grade I first heard the concept of a “dumb blonde” When yo mama jokes turned to unrelenting stereotypes and constricted narratives Suddenly it seemed to become accepted that the colour of your hair could somehow determine your IQ That your appearance could somehow reflect what was inside And I…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve both hated and feared presenting; Something I unfortunately had to do a lot as a student. However, after years of forced piano recitals, school concerts, and public speaking events, I’ve begun to enjoy presenting. However, many people don’t share my sentiments, as evident from an analysis done…
This is a slam poem I wrote for my English class about World War II. It’s pretty deep, so I suggest you get your tissues ready. I sit alone on my wobbly three-legged stool As I face the grey mush of a dinner which balances on what’s left of my dining table I let myself…
-Rosie Zhao This is dedicated to all the volunteers devoting their time towards holiday initiatives across the city. These festive events would not be as memorable for families if not for all of your hard work! Thank you! Featured Image Source: (1)
What do you call a person who’s flimsy and flat and fragile and fake? someone who hides behind a silhouette of what society wants them to be? one who doesn’t care about anything that actually matters? someone so two-dimensional they could be blown away by the wind? a person so unreal, the word “paper” is…
The blazing sun dips beneath clouds of gold Upon the departure roar ocean tides And the moon slowly rises to behold The world’s vast skies and magnificent vibes. The night darkens to unveil brilliant stars To bring about a cool breeze to my heart Healing comes forth, mending deep, bleeding scars For the night, sorrows…
I plowed a bit of earth one day, Which I had put lilies and wildflowers in galore. And my garden had a little white-washed fence, Which I re-painted annually My garden wasn’t a royal one, With its homey flowers, But what had I seen of Paris or Rome? So I thought it to be very regal.…
Forgotten Scenes, they flash along the hall… Every second of it all. With reels of regret and rewinding worries, You’ll find all your treasured memories. You’re out of your mind that you’d forget Important days I made you set Like you refuse to even care But you’ll remember soon you swear Would you ever forget…