Roaring Voices Review
Tamanend's Literary Magazine
Fall 2021 Edition
~The RVR Editors
*Please note that the students who have written poems to accompany other students' photography, have both been credited!*
Coraline by Madison Oh
Rising from the Ashes: The Phoenix by Shweta Sharma
Fall Poem by Adit Podduturi and Jayani Yate
It’s that time of the year
Spooky season is finally here
The touch of the chilly morning air
The scent of spices everywhere
Pumpkins growing in a patch
Haunted hayrides are a blast
Tricks and treats await
Scary monsters take the bait
Autumn is making its way around the place
Days are getting shorter
As nights are getting longer
Let’s celebrate this time of year
The season of fall is now here
Midnight by Genevieve Peranteau
Winnie the Pooh Artwork by Layla Wood
Inevitable Change by Varunikha Satheesh
Time flies.
One minute
We were young
Enjoying our world
Limited to the swingsets and slides
Dolls and action figures
Bright colors filled our minds
The sky was bright blue
the sun was prominent
Shining a light onto our small minds.
Our ambitions reached no limits
And our laughter filled the warm air.
Our worries were nothing.
We were clueless
Sitting on the swings
Feeling the wind whistle in our ears
Without a care in the world.
Now we sit on that exact swing.
Dragging our legs back and forth
On the dirt, tediously
While wondering what happened
To the once entrancing world
Of our childhood,
We longed for those days
That was washed away in the stream of maturity.
Our world now is only filled with
Stress, expectations, and pain.
Our eyes damage themselves
Staring at the bright screens
As we struggle to pass school
Struggle to stand tall
In this cruel world
Of social standings and power.
Our once shining eyes,
Are now dull with calculation and greed
Greed for the power of superiority.
Our once bright minds
Is now tainted with the scars of growing up.
Our once amazing dreams
Is now just imaginations,
Impossible to happen.
And the once joyful ambitious kid
Is now a dull teenager,
Drowning in this corrupt society
Sunsets by Shweta Sharma
Tim Burton Inspired Art by Jayani Yate
White Lies by Araiza Del Toro Amaya
So quiet.
Why is it that I can’t see light?
Dreaming I must be.
Remaining motionless is all it can do, it doesn’t speak, it’s not visible. Watching from afar is better work for it. As it is useless otherwise. World is no more, life has lost its meaning, all are the ruins of what used to be.
What are dreams anyway?
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Graffiti Highway by Araiza Del Toro Amaya
Renaissance Faire by Stephanie Bartfeld
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Renaissance Faire (Queen Elizabeth) by Malaika Khan
Haiku by Angelina Iskander
Into my classroom
Greeting my teacher hello
Then out the door I go
Tim Burton Inspired Art by Rachel Thomas
Her Crystal Blue Eyes by Maeve Logue-Conroy
These milk jugs are heavy. Not like there’s much I can do about it. But my mother, the rotting flesh-bucket that she is, makes me drag myself out of bed at 5 in the morning every single day to fetch food from the marketplace and take back last week’s milk jugs. I don’t think she realizes that the jugs are 10 pounds each and we live at the bottom of a steep hill.
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Nature by Varunikha Satheesh
Personality by Maeve Logue-Conroy
Rain by Pranav Pradeep
Angry rumbling clouds bellowing in the sky,
The world covered with the thick, humid air of the bay;
The world stands still, the moody clouds roaring and grumbling in reply.
“Pitter patter”,
Droplets of rain race to the ground, sending streaks into the dreary day;
The rust orange mountains fade away as the rain curtains the view, like the ending of a play,
Palm trees waving in the downpour, searching for sunlight in their dismay.
The asphalt is a dance floor, thousands of droplets rippling throughout,
Streams of water rushing to the gutters, gliding down they flow,
More and more water rushes, the sky is an endless spout,
From the mountains above, rain pours to the valleys below.