Wrestling Lifestyle by:Kelani Corbett Wrestling always taught me to believe in myself Wrestling got me physically and mentally tough Wrestling taught me to push myself Even when I had nothing left in the gas tank Wrestling taught me to…
by Markiese Jamar Boykin screams & debates, love that is fake, the pain has too much weight, the child fears that there life might be at stake, still no one listens & no one cares. love that is not real,…
Poetry Is... By Sofia Pfirrmann Poetry is the breath of clean air After being in a cramped room Poetry is the moon Creeping through the clouds Poetry is the clearness After a deep fog Poetry is the key To your…
Poetry Is By: Nathan Sawyer Poetry is an art that can be created by anyone, and is understood differently. You don't need any resources for poetry, no paintbrushes or instruments, it costs nothing, all you need is a…
The Landscaping Man By: Evin Gray The Landscaping Man. He cuts all the grass. He is a secretive man. Never to talk to anyone. He is planing to do something with his life. Only having this job to support his…
My Wonderful Place By: Kylee Kamalii Behind the white, pointed fence of my house, is a green fresh smelling forest. Ahead is an opening grass trail leading further in. The forest leaves, against my face, feeling as soft as a…
Barefoot Jasmyn Souza Barefoot, an elf compared to a hobbit. Barefoot, walking on carpets lazily. Barefoot, pounding on a sidewalk, racing against time. Barefoot, tumbling through grass in hand made costumes. Barefoot, an elf compared to a hobbit, but still…
In My City by Jarrod Stevens There is beauty, The mountains are green, more green than granny smith apples, they loom before me, taller than any one thing I have ever seen. In My City, Mental pressure is abundant, 'cause we…
Then We Depart By: Kenya Reece It's green and tan everywhere you go Unless you go at night then you Just see the city's lights. We never hear a day without Trucks coming near. We focus on why we are…
Oh Baltimore, How So Swell By: Riccardo Stoddard Oh Baltimore, how so swell Even though you're ghetto you seem well Baltimore is the best place you just can't tell Oh Baltimore, how so swell Go outside and smell the glory…
We Can't Be Late By. Aalyiah Matthews As Joey and I rush to Mike's Bakery, the sweat drips off his face. The wind blows and wipes the sweat away. Gotta Hurry We Cant Be Late. DownTheHillWeGoAndGo To the bakery, to…
Beauty In It's Simplest Form By~Imani Jackson Wind, going through the hair of trees. Palm trees, rustling their leaves. Communication. Speaking in hushed tones, as to not disturb the... Peace. Blue waves, crashing and rolling on the tan sand. Kids…
Puerto Rico By: Luis Garcia Puerto Rico, small little island But it really has lot of people in it and there is 4 million people and counting. People come and stay most of the time. when ever a plane lands…
Texas By Jael Shain Some people prefer rolling green hills, white Christmases, and forests in their backyards. They like city living with 20 people per acre of land living. They don't mind the fact that the only place they've seen animals…
Not All Heroes Wear Capes Sydney Burke A fire broke out in the dead of night Yellow and orange flames lick the starry sky as they eat up a house Inside the house are people, People who are trapped! Boarded…
What Poetry Is To Me by Matt Olson Poetry is like the Sun rising To brighten up everything Or setting to put everything to darkness. Poetry is like a Video Game You never know what might happen In it.…
What I love By: Joshua Lujan I love the pool It has that smell that attracts me It has a lot of people going up and down the pool doing the same stroke I like how it is loud because…
Poetry Is... by Meghan Kilpatrick Poetry is the light blue paint in Starry Night mixing with the lightly brushed-on yellow stars Poetry is the softly played piano fading into the background of your favorite song Poetry is the simply complex…
Windows - By Caleb Yang You can see a person's face, but not a person's soul, and because of this our society has fallen in a hole Some walk pass with eyes dark as coal, but inside is a being…
Poetry By Cody Okiyama Poetry is creative. Poetry is abstract art that never stops being interesting. Poetry are stanzas that create lessons to inform and create. Poetry, can tell stories. Poetry, can show lessons books cannot. Poetry…