2017-2018 Poetry | Front Street Writers

Cold- Jacob Frye

Cold It was colder than a rolling stone, But her eyes played sun when there was none. I’m not mad about it just please...

Orange is a Color Orange Is A Color Orange is a color, not a number. As long as these pistons still spin and this key...

Ode to Tea by Katie Bublitz Small, dry, broken pieces, the pink of the rose petal, almost like a heart...

Pyromaniac She’s always been infatuated with fire, which was made evident by the chrome lighter she carried in her...

Is it Enough? To roll out of bed and despise my image To put on a mini-skirt and tank top to hide my fat body?...

Elle I take a deep breath. It's a little past midnight, but I'm not tired. I've been staying up late lately. It's been...

Anxiety I can’t explain it – if I try I end up speechless The choking like sensation that sits in my throat...

Shoe Jaylah Ferris You put me on your feet like a worthless piece of property. I know it’s in my job description for...

Bad Dream By Dominque Williams She aches in pain as she slowly limps Sinking more and more into the snow with...

The Girl in the Back Corner By Dominque Williams I stare up at the girl who faces the window Blankly staring at the...