Dear students and staff of BHS, The Broadcaster presents a new outlet for poetry and creative writing! The newspaper website will be a free place to submit your poetry talents.

I feel the need to begin a poetry corner to let everyone know you shouldn’t hide your writing, even if you’d rather share it anonymously. 

If you would like to submit your poetry to the newspaper for publication, please email me and I will look over it and give you credit. But if you would like to be known as an anonymous writer, let me know in your email.

With permission from you, I will review your poems and help start a deeper conversation about your writing.

And if you would like to be in a contest centered on poetry, the library is hosting a spring poetry-writing competition. Any student or staff member can submit up to two poems on any theme and written in any style. The authors of the top two poems will receive a prize.

Submissions are due by Wednesday, April 23. Email or bring entries to Mrs. Heaslip in the library. 

To start off the poetry review, here’s a poem I wrote, followed by the meaning behind it.

“Rotting Sensation“

In the midst of the day, and the glow of the rays

All I get reminded of is you, and when my thought of you was due

As I walk, on the late summer night, I would realize none of it was right. 

In the moment before it ended, you made me look dumb 

and when you told me it was over, I turned out numb.

I felt the heartbreak slowly and quietly, 

but when you told me the real reason why I couldn’t help but cry.

As you leave like dust, you leave me as if I’m rust.

You said you weren’t going to leave me, because it would ruin your life.

Meanwhile you were able to strive for someone else’s rather than mine.

This poem really captures how I felt after a relationship ended. My emotional journey is laid out clearly, from feeling numb to quiet heartbreak, and then to intense anger and resentment.

When I found out the real reason for the breakup, it just made me feel like it was all fake. The contrast between my initial acceptance of the breakup and my later anger creates a strong emotional base.

This is one of the first poems I wrote that had a deep meaning, and I never knew how good it feels to let it out by writing. I will always have the memories of what we had and what we were, but things always have to come to an end and that needs to be accepted. 

Mary Jane Fritschie