"Poetry and Pizza" was the theme for the April 17 Teen Café at the North Platte Public Library.
Fifteen young adults wrote poetry on either a "favorite" or "original" newsprint strip. Afterwards, each teen read his or her poetry. Those who contributed original poetry were awarded gifts from donations provided by North Platte businesses.
Poets were treated to Valentino's pizza and CocaCola, also donated by NP businesses.
Books of poetry were displayed to be used if someone came without poetry, and also were available for checkout.
This is just one of many interesting programs offered at the library for youth ages 12-18. Teen Café continues every Thursday from 4 to 5 p.m. through July. There will not be any sessions in August and Teen Cafe then resumes in September. Carol Eshleman organizes the Teen Café.
The theme for Teen Cafe Thursday, May 1, is the BeCool Strategy for coping with rejection.
This is some of the poetry written by the teens.
The Harsh Winter
By Joseph Holson
I listen to the whispers of the wind
To hear you call my name;
But all I hear are the cries
Of the world full of sorrow.
I wait in the bitter cold to feel the warm
Glow of your beauty;
But all I feel is the sharp pain
Of an eternal winter without your warm touch.
Good Friend
By Cori Ochoa
A good friend is
Someone you will always remember.
They make you laugh and smile
No matter how long youve been crying.
You can argue, yell, and scream at them
But theyll still want to be your friend.
A good friend never sets you aside
Because you are different.
They sit with you,
No matter what your shirt looks like.
A good friend will give you
A makeover at any hour.
A good friend would never
Betray you at any cost.
If you live hundreds of miles apart,
A good friend would keep in touch.
They should give you one unbreakable present
Their undying friendship.
A Good friend is forever
And will always be with you.
Alone
By Chance Torres
Sitting on a lone park bench,
Looking sad and numb,
Pigeons flutter at his feet,
Seeking a tiny crumb.
A sandwich lies untouched nearby,
As he gazes off in space.
He misses someone very much,
He still can see her face.
They used to sit here where he sits
And talk of future dreams,
But then his world was torn to bits
All too unfair it seems.
He slowly rises from the bench
And shuffles on his way.
The hour is late, but hell be back
To spend another day.
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