Poetry Is…
Poetry Is... by Xavier Petty Poetry is a mix of colors waiting to be written on the paper Poetry is a deep blue sea Poetry is a nice open sky Poetry is a detective, solving a mystery Poetry is…
A Tribute to my Best Friend
A Tribute to my Best Friend by Jordan Franks We are ourselves together. When I'm with you I'm better than ever. You make me laugh and smile, When I haven’t in a while. You’re stupid sometimes. But I…
mom
mom by Josie Decambra mom you give me life just like you give me rice we fight but after we're alright you are funny most times you're sunny you make me mad but your totally rad thanks for making…
Poetry
Poetry by Briana Gray Poetry is watching paint dry for six hours straight Poetry is trapping me in like a closed gate Poetry is something i can really say I hate But sometimes poetry is two lesser than…
Chewie . . .
Chewie by Nathaniel Dominguez Her fur is soft like a pillow her stubby toes, her stubby feet Her chubby cheeks and her squishy nose Chewie The dog that is always asleep with her beady eyes smelly feet and her beautiful…
My Dog
My Dog by Kaitlyn Ines My dog Mt dog is fluffy and small He has the best mustache of all With soft white fur He’ll run past you in a blur My dog When I hear the jingle…
I Hate Poetry
I Hate Poetry by Jade Boquer-Velasco Poetry is like a hoop ripping out of your ear during a cat fight Poetry is like a murder on a spooky night Poetry is a world without musubi Poetry…
Mom
Mom by: Shaylynn Julian Mom With glistening brown eyes Mom With hair as short as Dora Mom With freckles as snow Mom With a truthful voice of a princess Mom Who tells me the truth Mom Who’s always honest…
Champ
Champ By Guy L. Leopard III Champ, a fluffy puppy with a huge heart Pampered 24-7 a puppy with black and white fur He loves his mommas food and snacks The food on his mouth with the eyes of a…
My Uncle
My Uncle by: Kealahou Hakuole The thick German blood that runs through his veins with the hair that sprouts out flowing through his arms and face The dumb jokes he says that will make you fire back and the override…
Poetry is Like
Poetry is Like by Chance Ancheta Poetry is like saving up money When I wanna buy something Poetry is like going to sleep When I'm excited Poetry is like holding a cry in When a relative dies Poetry is…
The Kids
The kKds by: Devin Balmilero A group of kids running around their house, being cowboys. They all start playing on their video game systems not minding the call from their mother calling them down for dinner like they have rooms…
Poetry
Poetry by Alexander Nelson Poetry is a sister that nags Is the tears of a kid who was just snagged It is as joyful as a butterfly with wings Or as nice as the good king It could be…
My Place
My Place by Shawn Ricard The sun is bright like a diamond Birds chirping in the trees My Place The nice cool breeze flows through your hair The trees dance in the wind My Place The smell…
Poetry is…
Poetry is.... By: Jadyn Bresslauer Poetry is like a world without Michael Jackson Poetry is like listening to Justin Bieber For an hour Poetry is like getting pierced in the gut by 1,ooo bullets …
My Grandpa
My Grandpa By. Roy Oda He would always smile So much that it was recognizable by a mile He would never harm a pest Because he was one of the best If we could we would keep…
My Room
My Room By: Naini Ann Maka-Mailei A square room with pictures that hung A mirror which mimics my motions A door that slams and close A wall that hung a rose A fan that blows and flows Motions that…
The Place I Call Home
The Place I Call Home by Presley Paras No tremendous sights to look at for days. No sense of greenery walking around. No nose catching scents running in the wind. Nor happy nor sad senses of feelings here. …
My Cousin
My Cousin by Lynsey Warren Tori, The smile on your face makes me light up with joy I never erase Nor ever destroy Moments like this is a bliss I still remember that day You made all the pain…
Sisters
Sisters By Tiffany Harney They’re not even my friends But my sisters We’ve been there for each other since day one We got each others backs no matter what You’ll lose them here and there But they’ll always come…