by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Max Yerid, Class of 2023
The crows set still among the darkened grass;
A once rare sight now commonplace, and now
The weather chills and darkness creeps sooner.
Clouds cover skies once ripe with colors bright
And sprawling life. More depressing tone takes
Its place, and blossoms hide their hue of past.
All else is still and silent. None dare try
To interrupt the quiet whistle of wind.
When either sunrise, sunset or between
The chills of winter move on evermore.
The simple crows know not of season’s cause.
They feel the change of heat and cold with time
And know of rain and snow and sleet and when
Their time to leave comes near. Yet they remain
in their place—barely twitching legs and wings.
As if they were bound to darkened grass and ground
Unable to take off. A thought untrue but
Appearing real. In truth, no fallen snow.
The winter’s untrue promise, used as a sign
To leave, yet time slips away, crows unaware of it.
The winter’s coming breezes frighten all.
Crows see no snow; no call-sign for the crime
No chime of the bell, no signals for the crows.
They shall leave soon; they better fly away.
The only truths of winter—cold and wind.
Haphazard weather here and there, snow sheets
Now rarer than ever, causing change in wake
True winter lasts no more; no blankets of snow
That line the forest’s ground, or snowmen built
By little children, enjoying season’s fun.
The crows have their retreats far south from here
Tomorrow, maybe they will be long gone.
But who can tell? No one can be sure that
They will go. Nature must decide if they
Fly away, remain, escape, stay. It is
All in the hands of Mother Nature now.
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Paul Trotto, Class of 2023
Under the waves lies the feisty blue fish
Ruler of the shallows, coward to the sea
Scup or minnows, neither stand but a chance
The schools of blue fish ravage the calm bay
The blue fish are the kings for a reason
No matter the strength of the enemy
They fight until one of their fierce lives ends
Even the sharks are but dwarfs to these fish
They are destroying all life in the sea
However there is a hope for the ocean
By another destroyer, the human kind
Yet humans have no reason to save it
So they let the fish be until they feast
And feast they do on the corpse of the killer
So the fish remain in this blue ocean
While they destroy many creatures of the sea
They also bring balance to the waves
For overpopulation leads to death
Death leads to peace but also great sadness
The blue fish are hated for their nature
But they are required for the sea to thrive
In the end the fish continue purging
And the ocean fills with fear, spite, and death
The job of a Bluefish is a thankless one
The fish is never at peace until the end
Fighting for control amongst it’s brothers
As it lurks below the sea grass and weeds
It glistens in the sun until its skinned
Under the waves lies the feisty blue fish
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Charlie O’Brien, Class of 2023
The sea is deep and vast with dark lone fish.
Gloomy creatures fill the chilling depths;
Succulent seaweed flows effortlessly;
Coral and rocks razor-sharp edges.
Grains of sand setting the ground with beauty
Waves crashing beneath the full moon of June;
Smell of sea breeze and unfinished ciggys,
For all who attempt to conquer the blue.
Millions of fates have been sealed in the waves:
Try your luck, or it may run out one day.
Endless waves and waters flood my mind,
Voyaging the seas with one perspective.
The only troubles come with empty gin.
My Rickety boat rock forth on the waves.
A pontoon comes through and I'm in danger.
Booming thunder, crashing waves, cowards luck.
Tsunami-type swells throw me overboard.
Heart racing as fast as a new sports car;
Thoughts stuck with me like a tube of super glue,
Sinking and sinking, I was gonna die.
Taking in the last of the summer moon.
Sailing at dark wasn’t a good idea.
Feeling the chilling waters refreshed me;
I lacked moisture ever since was on shore.
My light became dark as I slowly sank
A poetic death suits my final fate;
Water and fear sinks into my bare lungs
Sucking the last right from my body.
No energy and will to swim back up;
One with the fish as the fish are with me.
Like they say about your final moments:
My years flashing before my very own eyes;
My skull thumps against a flat rock deep down;
My brain is telling me to keep pushing;
My heart knows it is time that I may rest.
The pain of drowning starts to set in fast
Within no time my soul will be flooded,
Both with distant memories and water.
Sadness, joy, relief, melancholy mind.
My last moments were shared with a smile...
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Harry Lavoie, Class of 2023
Above the blue is a golden skyline
Below the blue is a world that’s not mine
The ocean is the blue that coats the world
Inhabited by creatures of all size
A deep and mysterious world it is
We don’t always know where the bottom is
Our savior's waves crash onto the shoreline
They rise and crash onto land that is mine.
So I stand upon the long wooden dock
Waiting for the evening to take course
The sun rests on top of the textured water
The moment in time is controlled by me
I try to press pause but she disagrees
She’s a mere figure walking on water
The ripples turn to waves and waves to swells
She’s a glimmering girl in fading light
She displayed her beauty and said goodnight
I stood speechless on the long wooden dock
As I gazed at her she lifted my fear
Her hair flowing in the mystic breeze
Her hair glowing in the days final gasp
She finally vanished with the last light
I won't see her until tomorrow night.
My golden girl had just been the sunset
The thought of this made me very upset
But now I can visit her every night
And enjoy the power of a days last light.
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry, Uncategorized
~Jackson Kilmartin Fenn Class 2023
A bullet pierces a human torso
A lady with cancer breathes her last breath
A car rams a person crossing the street
A building collapses on an old man
A tsunami washes away all life
A shark gobbles up a little child
A man poisons the small fat lady’s drink
A depressed young girl jumps off a building
A kidnapper chokes out a small person
A man starves to death in the woods alone
Everyone lays to finally rest
Inevitable fate, the great unknown
We journey on, uncertain of our end
A mystery we cannot help but stare
All its secrets lie beyond human sight
A mystery so great we can’t perceive
Death’s presence is felt though not seen or heard
150,000 deaths per day
It is an unavoidable future
Everyone will breath their final breath
To think about death is a scary thing
A dread we are all very much dreading
The thought of it can make you very sick
Death is a scary thing to contemplate
At one point or another life will end
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Charlie Gillick, Class of 2023
The boiling summer sun beats down upon
A thriving supermarket down below.
It looms above all of the other stores,
Full of all kinds of healthy food and drinks.
Part of the plan to try attracting crowds.
The plan has worked, it’s very popular.
With people always rushing in and out,
To try to get their food and leave quickly,
And none of them are looking at the ground.
All walking happily; this much is true.
But one man walking does not feel contempt.
For after a long morning of despair
When nothing really seemed to go his way
An angry aura seems to come off him
When others come near him he snaps and yells,
“Don’t go near me you dumb, annoying jerk!”
So everybody stayed away from him,
While muttering at him below their breaths.
And even when he tried to ask for advice,
The people walk off unwilling to help,
And he ends up alone, all by himself.
But even though he got what he desired,
He was much less relieved as he had thought;
Instead, more loneliness engulfed him then.
Because he had a bad start to the day,
He pushed the whole world far away and sulked.
And ended up more sad than he began.
A burning flame is within all of us,
And all we humans can do is resist.
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry, Uncategorized
~Akshaj Ghanta, Class of ‘23
It was the day of the Christmas game and fans
Piled in to cheer their team. The air was tense
And people debate who's going to win the game.
The teams were rivals and fans were enemies.
The game began the Celts prevail and lead.
The audience is full of both teams fans
Some fans sit next to each other and watch
While the teams fight to overcome the other.
Two fans begin to argue who will win game.
They stop and watch and don’t talk to the other.
The ref doesn’t call a foul and both start ar-
guing. They still argue over the call
And people begin to watch. They get louder
And louder ‘til one punches the other.
The other reacts and punches back and soon
They’re locked in battle; they can’t and won’t stop it.
Their fists fly fast, their tempers flare, voices rise.
They punch each other, yelling for non-stop
Until at last, security arrives.
They hold them back and don't let ’em fight
They stop the fight and keep the fighters far.
They calm them down and walk them up the stairs
Of the big stadium, the game proceeds
And people stop staring and watch the game.
The guards bring them out to the front so they
Can sort it out away from the game. They an-
Grily walk to their cars and drive back home.
by fennvoice | Apr 16, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Tommy Doherty Fenn Class 2023
The forest is a dark and scary place
Tall oak trees never coming to a end
Creatures running all around the forest
Chance of dying any minute in there
Water traveling fast down the wide stream
Strange noises coming from all around you
High hills, small pits walking is a struggle
Walking in caution in fear of big snakes
You don’t know what is behind the next tree
Don’t take the wrong step it could cost your life
The chance of torrential downpour at sight
The sky started to become pitch black dark
The the tall oaks were shaking from the hard wind
I scattered to collect wood for schelter,
When the rain started to slowly come down
The rain started to rapidly pick up,
That’s when I knew I was in big trouble
All the pits started to fill with water
My feet were slipping after every step
I started to become very nervous
The river water was escalating,
Up the side, so I started running fast
Sprinting fast with my own life on the line
Jumping over any twigs in the way
The river was catching up to me quick
Water started to flow into my shoes
Pulled under the chaotic water
Heart beat suddenly coming to a end.
by fennvoice | Apr 6, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Will Manchuso, Class of 2023
The cool breeze whistles through the open field.
The fog stretches miles on this day.
The infield dirt is crackled from the cold
Snow layered atop it for several months.
The outfield grass slick and wet from the
Melt snow that is now deep in the ground.
It doesn't look pretty now but in a
Weeks time it will look as new as ever.
Strikes painted on the black, singles up the
Middle. This is where it happens. Baseball.
The long winter stretch of severe cold
A family of bunny’s nestled in the ground
A warm and cozy burrow to escape.
Smack in the middle of the baseball field.
Young bunny’s born throughout the winter days.
Born in their cozy den, not knowing
Anything else. What happens if their home
Gets destroyed, where will they live moving forward.
The baseball season must go on but at
What cost. What about the bunny’s cozy home?
The baseball season must continue on
Right? Of course, it's not worth halting for bunnies
Everything has a value in this day
And age. What are bunnies worth? Probably
Not much compared to the value of the
Whole baseball season. Society is
Full of conflict and problems everyday.
Value decides the fate of the conflict.
Higher value almost always prevails.
The den of a family of bunnies.
The baseball field for the baseball team.
Equally valuable to each side of
The conflict. Both firm about their values.
Must we choose one or the other in this
Instance? Is there a clear correct choice here?
Every conflict has at least two sides.
Every side wants what is best for themselves
However, that is not always possible.
Take what you can get but give to others as well.
by fennvoice | Apr 6, 2023 | Class of 2023, Poetry
~Parker Reesey, Class of 2024
I stand on the brink between life and death
A fabulous, gleaming emerald bridge
For one side is hued with darkness like ink,
the other with light and morality.
The chance I have to be standing here now,
An option to be assumed untroubled.
I may be looking upon heaven and hell,
As each of their characteristics match.
I may be looking upon life and death,
As the circumstances do fit quite well.
Or behind each door lies a truth untold.
Who does really know what lies behind death
Which one I shall choose remains a problem,
As I don't know what either of them are.
But I believe that if I choose the light,
I could live up to my wildest of dreams,
The most impressive man that walked world
Has ever seen. Or I might go on to fly,
With both those glorious angelic wings,
Hovering above the clouds in the sun.
And I believe that if I choose the dark,
I would die a peaceful and a pleasant death,
that floats into the void I never see.
I might plunge down to the blazing heat of hell,
A’land of distraught unforgiving pain,
being of spirit and soul stuck in’a hole.
But I now wonder, if I were to run,
From the inevitable fate that is
Doomed to come. The fate’of death gets all but some.
The few that run, do so by accepting
their fate and fully refusing to lie.
They leap headlong into the tight hold’of death.
I stand and wait and rack my searching brain
T’process, the endless outcomes to come’of this.
I decide to take my chances with the dark
As I know that it is my resting place.
For I and I alone know my full past,
And I know that I alone will not last.
