Leave your worries by the shore and dip your toes in the sand,  When you can no longer bear to stand, When the world seems mute and calm,  I wrote a poem, only to throw it away because that’s...

My tiredness hangs around me like a disease.  My soul slowly dying My hope does not increase  I have lost the energy for crying    Demons ask to be let in  The water, too thin...

There was nothing that prepared us for that day Driving to your house the day I got the news Sorry, I ran a few stop signs on my way Mother and father were nice enough to answer but speechless...

The Student Poetry Society is alive and thriving. What was once a desolate club with barely enough members to qualify as such is now an exciting collective of talented students eager to create art and...

Staff writer Samantha delights us all with another one of her poems! Lost in the art of it all When familiar sounds surround all around, And prayers end my night. You would think all is right in my...

Running past the river, running past the daylight feeling it coming back through your veins in the night, where the voices surround me  the weight of the world on my shoulders, heavy and tight, as...

Molten clocks melted over my head, slowly warping to decay, but time went on without the direction of its hands. Umbral moths rose from the earth and swallowed the light of this...

The special occasion to celebrate poetry is the month of April. It is the most prominent literary celebration in the world. Its creation encourages the reading, teaching, and artistry of poetry. To those...

What I have forgotten about love is seen in the lilac this spring. What always seemed black and white now gleams of purple, blue and hues of pink. Thoughts of insanity still swirl in my mind while...

Wendy Bean Barker, a John Ciardi Prize winner, accomplished poet, founder of UTSA’s Creative Writing program and award-winning author, recently passed away at age 80. Barker began her career by teaching...

Though my soul longs for moments of peace and clarity During my time on earth, I know it will never be. But oh, how my soul gasps for the virtue, Like a fish gasping for the sea. I did not...

Mere air in the seeps of my skin, hollow like the whispers of the devil’s grin, bleeding out ribbons of red silk and leading a wandering mind into a horrid trope Hun tsk tsk laughed the girl with...