Not Just Lying on the Paper
Poetry Is not Just words Lying on the paper Poetry Is A method of expressing yourself Poetry is like siren calling us to battle Poetry is The sun Beaming on us Giving us the strength we need Poetry is the…
Ada
My block My block name was Ada , all you smelled Was weed,alcohol,And smoke, sometimes the grill My block Wasn’t that colorful you can see trash in the fields and Yards , At night all you could hear was BOOMS…
Tyrna Fill These Lines Up
My community,the place where I grew up,well not really I’m tryna fill these lines up. I wish I could say it’s a volcano Waiting to erupt,but I can’t because it’s not like everything came to a stop. No brothers from…
My Home Town
Hammond A small city in Indiana That isn’t very interesting But I still call it my Home As I walked down Sibley Street I see my shadow on the sidewalk From the bright Yellow sun shining on me During beautiful…
The Trees and Flowers Wave
Hammond The trees and flowers wave The cat screamed and ran The birds whistled and ate The tree is tall like me The dog runs as fast as me My community My community is an arcade My friends are comedians…
My Race
-My Race- Back In the day We went through a lot My race Wasn’t all that Where we came from We was know as slaves and even Sold to people who didn’t know our real Name, My race Wasn’t well…
Happiness in My Room
My room My room gives me my personal space. My room, makes me smell the fresh air that comes from my window My room room gives me time to ease the pain and think My room I love it when…
Thepoemyouarereadingaboutmyhomeandexperiences
A place where I grew up A place where That i call Home A place that's neither Kind nor harsh A place where experience Comes heavy intelligence Is needed to Survive A place that smells Of street food Sounds of…
A Empty Place
A place i call home. A place i call home. Not just any place but it’s a place. I don’t want to be myself in. A depressing place that leaves me no choice but to leave. A white wooden house…
259 Dyer Blvd
Jada Davis Poet Warrior Memory Card As I skip down 259 Dyer Blvd. My mind get bombard with this great thing I call the memory card My neighbors Carlos and Lizzy were always cooking on the grill Even in the…
Town
Town My street, as I walk I see the red, yellow, and green Of the stop lights All the beeps of car horns My neighbors, smell Like a barbeque The look Frank gave Me in his backyard The park full…
Birthday
Ahmondre M Atkins April 7 2017 Birthday Jaylum jumps for joy All excited for a new toy, Pleased dreams reach a peak Now the boy can’t even sleep Colorful birthday decorations In the air before the bash Jaylum just made…
Different
Different I’ve always been different from my family like a tad pool in a fish tank Different in clothes, shoes even sexuality only with some of my siblings do I share similarities like identical twins Different me and my 2nd…
Hometown
Hometown Hammond, Indiana is full of so many things, Like a field full of all kinds of flowers. Green grass and warm sunny weather during the spring, Feeling the nice breeze while walking down the street. But when winter hits,…
life/community
Chase Bailey Community The community is fake She is a bad person Terrible Full of hate Takes your heart out Like a rake As wild as a jungle You get hurt Out of Bad reasons You think of friends Then…
Growing Up On Wilcox Street
Growing up on Wilcox Street Was enjoyable. All the kids Played outside until the street Lights came on. If they stayed out any longer they were Going to be in BIG trouble. The mud felt slimy in my hands As…
Pop Doink Pop
Poetry is The light when I wake up in the morning!!! Poetry is something that i can read when…… Life gets boring!!! Poetry is the warm bubbles inside your bath!!! POP!<DOINK!<POP! Poetry dances with you when you are walking a…
things we teach
We teach the boys that they shouldn't cry. That they should be buff, that they should be tough. And that they should sleep with as many girls as possible. And that if they were homosexual it'd be way less acceptable…
Favorite Place
Favorite Place by Alicia Stewart. Poet Warrior. Orange & Yellow when I look at the sunset . Fresh air as I I walk down the street . I see huge houses on my left & my right. Fancy cars going up…
Danger In the City
Full of history, now it's a mystery How a place used to be so pretty, could now be full of misery Death from block to block, because of a deadly glock, irresponsibly use It is your decision too. How people…