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Student Poetry Project

Student Poetry Project

April is National Poetry Month, a time when we celebrate poetry and recognize how it has shaped American culture. This year, KUT is participating in National Poetry Month by sharing poems written by students in the Blank Page creative writing programs at Kealing and Fulmore Middle Schools and the Writers' Workshop at Rawson Saunders School. You can read the and listen to the poems here, and you can also listen to the poems read on KUT 90.5 FM throughout the month of April.

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  • A tangy blare of hornsCut the air around it,Staccato notes pounce on the ear.Each note of the guitar solo ripe and fresh.Lyrics provoked a humto blossom…
  • Our ancestors triedto make us perfect,yet defiancefeels ultimate.Punishments are worthwhile.Smell fearOne scream.Remember,without dreams,life is blindI…
  • The night is comingcreeping, crawling, towering overas the day is unbecoming.Crickets buzzing,fireflies bursting out to hover.The night is coming.Purple,…
  • The first time I walkedWas my time without legsI didn't touch the ground as you mightBut the flowers grewAnd the sky was full of wondersI danced with the…
  • When confusion arises, there is no silver liningDarkness softly soothes raging discontentBlaring is the subtle sound of comprehension decliningWe are all…
  • Can you hear the Blitzkrieg’s cry?As Jericho’s trumpet splits the SkyAs the Stukas roar overhead,It’s a miracle you’re not dead.You see the bombs impact…
  • Not listening,but looking straight into the eyes,barely blinkingbut dreamingof the unknown, the world of the flaming birds,the world of the pastels,.the…