I Never Forgot
I Never Forgot ,by: Jacob Arnold I never forgot the times that my mom did all the work just to keep a roof over our heads. I never forgot the days when we were struggling most of the times just…
Special-Needs
We see special-needs kids everyday But don’t pay attention to them. We act as if they’re invisible. They pass by without us noticing them like, a bug on the floor. We may see them at work, School, or at the…
hell
At 7:00 Am,I go through scanning I go eat breakfast Lockers look like they are never used Teachers have smiles on there faces My high school is a Military ground Lables like stupied and nerd I am none of those…
all night
from eight until late I think about you you own my nights I don't know what to do i cant get no rest cant get sleep this whole thing got way to big and we should , stop making a…
janitors
Janitor’s do not get enough credit for cleaning up schools. I think people should at least thank them for cleaning up. Sometimes it’s really messy and they have to clean up. They have to stay late at night to clean…
More than just a mom
More than just a mom Beep Beep it wakes her every morning at 5:00 am To make breakfast for a man she wishes to change his ways When he leaves she cares for her kids She’s more than just a…
The Dab
The flick of the wrist The flick of the head The fold of the arm A worldwide trend At the drop of song Or for no reason at all It can be used to fake out an innocent bystander It…
Confidence
CONFIDENCE She walks with her head low holding her books tight she goes to the restroom to do her makeup so she can shine bright people always bring her down but I tell her it’s alright I say hello to…
Whispers
Whispers Whispers That's all I hear When you're a Muslim female, that's all you hear Whispers I feel myself being engulfed by the burning hot air Sending yet another trickle of sweat down my covered neck I ignore the hateful…
Whisper
Whispers Whispers That's all I hear When you're a Muslim female, that's all you hear Whispers I feel myself being engulfed by the burning hot air Sending yet another trickle of sweat down my covered neck I ignore the hateful…
My Alcoholic Father
My father the alcoholic. He believed he was okay. Little did he know that his drinking problem damaged his liver. There comes days when I talk to him and his voice is not the same. My drunken dad. Oh how…
Lessons
Lessons: A Poem by Cadence Roy I was taught a lot of things by my family. Be amiable, elated, and smart. Grace the world with intellect and art. From your praiseworthy ideas to a piano solo. Live life with…
Friendship Is Key
Friendship is Key by Alana Drake Philadelphia, PA My family once told me friendship is the key you just have to find the right lock so from there on I had the concept in my head that friendship was like…
Our Place
Our Place by M.C. Cherry Hill, NJ He took my hand and led me into the cold air. He told me that he had found a new place in my neighborhood. We walked in the cold, but his eyes warmed…
The Woods
The Woods By: John Limjoco Clementon, NJ The woods… to me that two syllable phrase brings me vivid memories of mirth… Everyday, after finishing piles of homework, as big as a mountain, I get on my red Trek bike to…
Summer
SUMMER by Amanda Bieber Voorhees, NJ I laid my head on the pillow, wanting to fall asleep but i can’t stop thinking about what next summer is going to bring me. But for now i’m just laying in my bed…
The Grand Door
The Grand Door By Carson Larkwell Camden, NJ What if I told you behind closed door people’s personalities take a shift ? Theirrealpersonalitywas, short fake and practiced like a guitar rift. ... behind closed doors What if i told you…
Don’t
Don't by Brooklyn Haddonfield, NJ they spit they yell you see a frown (a brown face with her mouth with no word coming out screaming for help) They kick They punch you see teers (rolling down her face like water…
The Greatest Country in the World
The Greatest Country in the World by Amary Fall Haddonfield, NJ Snow Glistening Wind Sizzling, Blue Sky’s Not a single Cry, What a great country it seems Cause we try to be perfect by all means, A new black shot…
Community Poem
Community Poem by Ryan Turner Haddonfield, NJ Cold winds flow through every house No one is outside with the ground milky and the sky murky It’s peaceful and there is no noise to be heard No laugh, no car Not…