UnTittled
The place I dislike is being in my living room because it's too loud . There is my brother ALWAYS loud while he on the phone . There goes my cousin , Jumping off the couches playing and yelling like…
Untitled…
Poetry is... Poetry is hot sand on your feet after the coldest winter Poetry is that rainbow that comes out of every terrible storm Poetry is a promise of being true to who you are as an individual and embracing…
what is it?
What is poetry? Poetry is the blue sky, with an dark imagination. Poetry has a message leaving you with something to think about Poetry Poetry Poetry is the start and end about , what's going on in the moment What…
what i see of my mother
I see a picture of my mother with a beautiful dress dancing with my brother I looked at her now and she looked like a mess i see her try to do new things but she is a little shy…
Starret is Alright
Down the street I go as the sound of birds chirping repeat. Green, green, green I see as I approach Starret shopping center as the tomato sauce smell fills the air. Looking around tall grey and brown buildings appear .…
The I N S I D E
The outside is cold....but... so is the I N S I D E, what kind of inside am i talking about? it's the one between Dean st. and Bergan st, it can dark....dark like the window cell inside, it can…
others jealous
Ayo, the pen and paper cause a chain reaction To get your brain relaxin' the zany actin' maniac in fact son they look insanely whack when just a fraction of my tracks run these rhyme and skills got them climbing…
Brownsville Areas
Cars Driving Horns honking There's peace, but not always, people get shot, but it does not phase me Brownsville is sometimes the place to be, but look out because the cops are lurking
THIS GUY
THIS GUY BY:Emmalina Mohammed This guy He's cute like a bunny rabbit But annoying like a toddler Hes clever like an fox But not that smart Hair like a silky black torn shirt Eyes like a shining star in a…
shy
When you first see me I won't automatically say "Hi" like most people do I tend to wave or smile and sometimes look away...I know being shy seems like a bad thing Even my mom hates when I'm shy,she often…
Poetry Is .,.,.,.,
What Is Poetry? Poetry is the middle of a maze from the start to the finish its hard to find your way. Poetry is the words in a crossword puzzle its hard to find a word and sometimes you find…
#shy
When you first see me I won't automatically say "Hi" like most people do I tend to wave or smile and sometimes look away...I know being shy seems like a bad thing Even my mom hates when I'm shy,she often…
My meaning of poerty
Poetry is like a bright star That lights up a dark sky Poetry is the feeling of running on a Nice sunny day As the wind goes through Your hair Poetry is the dance my Heart does when i’m happy…
Sorry Not Sorry
I have never meant it but I'm sorry For never being Sorry because Why apologize when i continue To Never be sorry. Forgive me You know i Never will Be sorry.
He Brother
He Danced a storm with the devil You can hear my mom mourn “Das all types of fucked up” He Doesn’t know I know He’s Tearing himself down A dude walks down a line And falls into a dark place…
what does poetry stand for?
Poetry is like a spice,it provides taste Poetry is a lighthouse on a foggy night, It provides a beacon of hope for everyone in sight It can describe nature in all its might It makes objects come to life,it could…
My Father Taught Me That…
My father always taught me that… Never Give up Never give up to the point where… You feel unimportant To the point where You get so frustrated feeling like you’re going to die You can do it Make yourself better…
Messed up Roads
This place is full of trees Having houses Side to sides with Messed up roads Also with cold breezing air That hits your face You can hear The noise of construction Birds tweeting in the morning The sun shinning over…
BROTHER.
The person i look Up to, the person Who would risk His life for me He ain’t no ordinary brother,Hes helpful and hard working and Cares for me My brother is a nice And respectful person He's my oldest brother…
Terrance Cross Poet Warrior
My brother’s a joke HE joke around Like a clown He never know When to stop playing When he play too Much he get in Trouble but for what For being a joke Not just being a joke Because when…