Poetry is…
Poetry is... By Emely Zavala poetry is the the one that opens doors for the future or past. poetry is the one that makes me smile. poetry is the heart that's pumping blood to your veins in order to breathe…
Poetry is …
Poetry is... By Jackeline Pablo Poetry is sadness. Poetry is madness. Poetry is happiness. Poetry is joyfulness. And poetry is expressions you have to let go. Poetry is the key to unlock yourself from stress or a cage you have…
My Mom
My Mom By Jessica Munoz My mom is cool. My mom is beautiful. My mom is always there for me. My mom loves me and my family. My mom always says never give up. And never let no one bring me…
The Song I Sing
The Song I Sing By Trinity Johnson Poetry is a song I sing when I'm feeling blue. The song that sticks to me like glue. When all the worries and struggles come my way. I lift my head and say,…
Mom
Mom By Jamaya Colbert you are the best you start as a heart in my hand but you are the gold in goldfish and you are my mom whom i love dearly in my heart
What Poetry Is To Me
What Poetry Is To Me by Tri Truong Poetry is Fighting a grizzly bear Poetry is a world of dizziness Poetry is solving a math equation Poetry is the flower blooming in the garden Poetry is the entrance…
Mexicano
Mexicano by Efrain Romero I know that I’m Mexican You don’t have to remind me I’m aware of my color or how I speak Many of you think we’re ignorant because we had to learn another language…
Memphis is a Good Place
Memphis is a Good Place By: Antonio Tinnon Memphis is a good place Memphis is green Memphis is red Mississippi river is a blue thread. Memphis TN is a place to go Nashville is a place to call…
My Dad
My Dad By:Anonymous This man that is my dad is very tall. He is as tall as a tree. My dad isn’t bald. He said whenever I am in trouble just give him a call. He ain’t got…
My Neighborhood
My Neighborhood by William Langford People in my neighborhood are dirty. Can’t keep anything clean. They walk up and down the streets yelling... screaming. When I step outside my house I see nothing but trash on the streets.…
Goodbye
Goodbye by Roxanna Castillo (Las Milpas, Pharr, TX) I’d seen her for weeks, but never really knew her, sat next to me, but never talked. Now I pay attention when she’s in a wheel chair, put all my time…
Mama
Mama by Kyla Moore (Los Angeles, CA) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HVqAEed7S_4 I don’t live with mama. She lives her dangerous life. She says it’s fun up and down Pico and in my home city Bell Gardens. I say it’s trouble and…
My Father’s Side
My Father’s Side by Jordan Lacey (Oklahoma City, OK) I disappeared from my father’s side re-appeared at my mother’s side My dad wants me back come please A fire started like a huge cement wall it rose then it…
Trying to Dance, Almost Falling
Trying to Dance, Almost Falling by Michelle Uyeda (Kailua-Kona, HI) The music starts off slow, He grabs onto the chair. His fists are turning white, wobbling and wiggling. You can tell he’s been drinking ‘cause he can’t walk straight.…
Brother
Brother by T. Jackson (Oklahoma City, OK) Sometimes my mom calls me my brother’s name. The reason she calls me that is because I look a lot like my brother. She also calls me that ‘cause he is deceased.…
See Me
See Me by Shondria Smith (Oklahoma City, OK) I know you see me, the way I walk, the way I talk I know you see me, the disgusted look on my face from the judgment these days, the…
Liberty City
Liberty City by Ismael Regis I am a fighter, I am a lighter, I am a bright teen that lights the fire. The fire is dead in my city. There are no plants. There’s no sweet air. …
The Pain I Feel
The Pain I Feel by Leah Ford (Oklahoma City) I am writing about me. My life is so messed up, people always judging me, there’s too much hate around me, people always got something to say. People just think…
My Pain
My Pain by Diamond Brant (Oklahoma City) My pain is like the dirt that I try to pick up under my fingernails after trying to dig up the broken memories buried in the dirt that I want to forget…
When the Moon Rises
When the Moon Rises by Jyren Thompson (Navajo Nation Reservation, Crownpoint, NM) The sun sees everything around us The sun sees us walking, running, jogging or even us talking The sun knows where or when we are there The…