National Poetry Month

KUT is partnering with Kealing Middle School, Austin Bat Cave writing center, and Fulmore Middle School to celebrate National Poetry Month. This April, we’re airing poems written by Austin creative writing students.

Ledges

Apr 18, 2017

Read by Carrie Fountain

I jumped off a ledge once

Into the water

It took me about half an hour to work up the courage

I realized afterwards

That it all happens very fast

But when you jump from high enough,

Your heart flies

And your stomach drops

And you can feel the wind wash you

And then you are in the water

The bottom of the lake was like a marshmallow covered in moss

I stayed under for a bit

Then shot to the top with traces of suspense in my heart

Once

You’ll Never Walk Alone

Apr 14, 2017

Read by Rabbi Neil Blumofe

The hum of excitement,


The tense moments before the kickoff,


The game starts and you’re sitting


In the stands but you feel


The movements of every player,


All our preconceived ideas about each other

Become non-existent


As you meld with the crowd,


The singing, the jeering, the roar


When your side scores a goal—


There is no class distinction


Or racial divide when your team


Takes a shot-- a blissful silence


As the ball hits the back of the net


And the crowd erupts in a deafening boom,

But once that final buzzer sounds,


Whether you won or not,


You’ll never walk alone. 

The Seasons Change

Apr 14, 2017

Read by Sara Hickman

The seasons change,

The trees sprout new leaves,

Birds sing a beautiful medley,

The flowers bloom every day.

The sun rises later in mornings,

The wind blows, the leaves beautify,

The sky is bright blue,

The animals come from hibernation,

It is the beginning of spring.

Life

Apr 29, 2016

Like clouds in the sky,

My many thoughts float around,

Then sink into a deep fog.

A maze of feelings,

A maze where I can’t get out.

Life was quite good,

An adventure like the maze,

Those were the good days.

Were...

Betrayal

Apr 29, 2016

The saddest thing about it is that

it never comes from my enemies

and it’s always a surprise. 

I start depending on people for my happiness

and when they leave,

like they always do,

they take my happiness with them

but they don't care. 

I'm discarded like an old toy

and forgotten about. 

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