Below are short little poems written during a Poeteen workshop by our students, inspired by various thoughts and ideas. Most of these are collaborations, and what you read below are the raw, first drafts of every poem!


Poem 1

Ask yourself: how do you know what you know?

How do you know about the moss that clings to the sea-sprayed rock?

Did it whisper its story to you as you brushed your fingers through its soft beds of hair?


Poem 2


Poem 3

He saw her on a Monday morning

Olive skin, olive hair, and olive eyes

She had been plucked from a branch of rough, cracked bark

Cloaked in slender leaves.


All my life so far, I have loved more than one thing.

When I was a field hand in Shanghai I loved licking the dried salt off my fingers at the end of the day.

When I was a grave digger I loved the smell of fresh snow.

When I was the wind I loved the trees, and when I was a tree I loved the wind.