Love Poems, Again

To celebrate Valentine’s Day, the young viking writers read Frank O’Hara’s “Animals” and Richard Brautigan’s “A Boat” and “Catfish Friend.” They were then tasked with writing a love poem to an unexpected object of admiration. I’m so proud of these fantastic young adults.

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Dad Took Me to the Zoo

by Sofia S.

When I was shut

in the dark room

windows shut so I

couldn’t even see

the mountains

of our vacation.

The shadow buried

into my shoulder and

reached into my mouth and

stained my insides

festering.

I banged on the door

slid down the moldy wall

floated above

and

threw my body against

the carved wooden bedframe.

Booked a plane ticket back to normalcy

but chose the wrong destination.

Threatened to become the shadows

but the door slid open.

Lights on, lifted off the wet carpet

I remembered

going to the zoo on his shoulders

now I was the animal

buried in the dirt

he took his shovel and began to dig.

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My Dad’s Old Triumph

by Louis B.

For now

an unreachable dream of freedom.

For now you are covered in webs,

a dead odometer of my father’s old adventures

I cant stand to look at.

If only I had the money.

If only I had the skill to fix your heart.

If only my parents wouldn’t freak out every time

they see me work on you.

Although it was 10 years ago…

although it was 10 years ago, I remember

the rubber of the tires

the high of the gas

the red paint, to me a 1990’s rust bucket

was a red rocket.

Daydreams of a highway

when I close my eyes I see myself riding

I see 10 year old me with a smile on my face.

For now

an unreachable dream of freedom

but I swear the moment I can

I will blast off in my new red rocket.

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Home

by Sam N.

1 minute to go

it’s cramped in here

gauges, dials, buttons, switches

only one empty spot

just a little tape

I’m taking a piece of you with

I jolt as the engines fire.

It’s like a bucking bronco

rumbling, tearing through the clouds.

The ground is getting smaller.

The stars are becoming clearer.

Engines cut.

It’s strange in orbit

no longer bound by Earth

but still connected

I know you’re looking up right now.

That means it’s time to come home.

The engines fail.

I can feel the panic on the ground

but I can still make it.

This is not my end.

I will take the picture.

I will come home.

I will be in your arms again.

I belong on Earth

with you.

I pull you closer.

I belong in space.

I’m coming home.

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Poem

by Dawan T

My life carries on

as I glide my way to success.

My brighter days showed me the road

the way I look at the lavender flowers,

it hides my ear buds so the teacher won’t see.

It shield me from the haters watching.

I gives me.

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Stay

by Kaii V.M.

Love never leaves

the person may

but love never leaves your bones

like a bunny hopping over my chambers

and frightened away

a one in a million chance

just ripped away from the grasp of my passion

they looked like dream turned into

a nightmare

tears of blood roll down my face

my words begging to be freed

but I capture them as they try to escape

Like seeing a shooting star

it will never happen again

like a candle that was unlit

a fire that ends its ravenous red

for one reason

“you’re just not enough.”

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Poem

by Theofania T.

White and blue glistens

listening to the calm flow of the waves

taken back to the days where nothing mattered

no problems, stress, frustration,

remembering the times we went on vacation

and we talked about our next vacation.

We had plans, views, and determination.

The rocky mountains off in the distance,

large and tall, you couldn’t miss it

stopping on the side of the road to pick up the greenest,

going to the corner stores for Fanta

drinking them all day by the beach because we wanna.

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