Category: What’s New
Meta Metaphors, Smiling Similes by Garrett Forbes
What is a metaphor for metaphor Could it make sense to say a simile They both compare so it shows what they’re for Maybe I could use some hyperbole Metaphors are doves flying through the air Similes are like rocks, it is so hard Finding a single word for to compare making me so ...
Your Own by Bihotza James-Lejarcegui
Her sleeping dog’s wheezing breaths Mimic the rhythm Of her tears falling. She has an ocean to fill A king sized bed all to herself. Where is her husband? A tear for the lost memories Of how his body felt next to hers. He is keeping his papers company Instead of her. Her ...
Gypsy Girl by Bihotza James-Lejarcegui
(First Place Winner of the City High Poetry Contest) Raccoons in the night, Rummaging through dumpsters, Yelling across the river. 11pm and the little ones are alone, Seated underneath a lamp post, A pile of used cigarettes in their laps Like children. Don’t go outside when they’re out. Don’t pass the soccer ball If ...
Forgetful by Charlene Miller
Bring your trumpet! Bring your phone! Bring your homework! Don´t leave it at home! Bring your backpack! Bring your shoe. Can´t be late dear It's time for school!
Fall by Rika Yahashiri
The trees change faces from green to brown crying tears drifting to the ground. The wind bites our faces as the season changes. Every step we take Crumple. Crunch. Crunch. is like the crackle of fireworks. Silvery crescent shows its face as the golden sun shys asleep. Purply hues stain the sky Like watercolors on ...
What is Lost by Caleigh Stanier
Barnacles soak the hem of her dress notoriously grainy and bitter thirteen lumps of quartz a lozenge of blue topaz rutted and scarred, A real diamond is never perfect. Windows jeweled with raindrops A dapper little gestapo man, flesh frozen gray sits quietly in a sunbeam * The phrases in this poem are sourced from ...
Denouement: the final resolution of the intricacies of a plot by Emma Nugent
God had forsaken him, but God had not forsaken me. On the verge of losing everything, Death was winning and I was self-deprecating. Scorned with a vague sadness, spiraling toward the stark grandeur of the chamber’s pale, stone perimeter, my audible emotion gleamed. “It was an accident! Don’t you remember our plan?” Then the boundary ...
Poetry Contest Announcement
The City High Review is starting their annual poetry contest! This means that anyone who wants to submit their poetry can do so for the chance to be in the City High's new issue of The Review. Since our website has become fairly popular worldwide, we're allowing anyone who wishes to participate. If selected, your ...
New Contest Underway!
There's a new contest getting started in The Review, with the prompt of "What do you dream of?" Of course, if you have other writing or art, feel free to submit that as well. For the first time, we are expanding our reach beyond the school due to increased popularity on the website. Anyone who ...
By Any Other Name by Mira Bohannan Kumar
I have memories stretching back several years of seeing huge pink and white blossoms hanging on the bushes in our backyard in late spring. I once asked my mother what they were, and she told me they were peonies. That was the start of my love affair with the big, gentle flowers. I have a ...
