Sophomore English Poems

Inside

What color am I?

I say

What color are you?

Imperial Grey

Feel no emotions

BOLD face to comotion

Never a bad day never a trouble

Always another way within this bubble

In spite of impression

There is one confession

IT is an empty shell

Though no one can tell

The feelings that hide

held tightly inside

Raw REd as dusk sky

The inards can cry

These eyes They do bide

Through all Time They will hide

all Tears wait unseen

unbeknownst unto thee

Wake up again

To heal This Scarred Tissue

go day by day

True Feelings dismiss you

What color am I?

I say

What color are you?

by John Cook

Sunday morning, gentle breeze, warm sun

Droplets of sweat

Slowly traveling down my face

Church has been over for hours

I am practicing my "other" religion

On a rectangular sea of green,

I move with fluidity,

Every step with a purpose,

Eyes focused,

Face contorted with concentration

I swing my racquet,

Like St. Michael swung his sword

Smiting my opponent

As St. Michael smoked Lucifer

Praying for victory

Tennis my "other" religion

A religion I often practice

Before God

On Sunday morning

by Kevin Arnhold

Colors of My Life