Ewa Beach
Ewa Beach by Pierceson Rubianes A place that is special to me is Ewa Beach People lining up to the Manapua truck people walking home sometimes all alone But you also see that crowd who is always loud Kids hanging…
It’s My House
It's My House by Cyrus Muller My house is peach but can be hot like the beach has a cookie smell but doesn't not have a bell So hurry down we always have chocolate I just hope you are not…
Poetry is Life….
Poetry is Life.... by Kawena Kapua Poetry is calm like my palm. I like it because I can free write and I can rhyme. Poetry is life because it’s like seeing seagulls flying …
The Excellent Erin
The Excellent Erin By: Kristine Abadilla A beautiful waterfall of hair, a heart that carries so much care. Her eyes as blue as the ocean, a face that shows true emotion. Her hands so gentle, everything she touches is…
Missing You
Missing You by Shana Rennoe The smell of smoke as you step in the door the loud sound of the creaking floor. The soothing hug as you step under the light the loud nights of the wild street…
Poetry is…
Poetry is by Alex Croddy Poetry is dark and unnerving sometimes like wandering in a dark alleyway, alone. Poetry is strange and mysterious like an old book with no author. Poetry is refreshing like taking a swim in the beach…
Friends
Friends by Jeremiah Tavui I walk down the street with my friend Elijah we play until six We played on the trampoline and Xbox I slipped as we play water and soap My mom is cooking shoyu chicken for dinner…
My Goal This Year
My Goal This Year By: Jennifer Nguyen I wish I'm like her most times! That one neighbor you see everyday Walking like crazy and running away The thing is she seems so old She's covered in wrinkles from head to…
Hangman
Hangman by Samuel Kuhn When we were younger, we used to play a game called hangman. Guess the right letters and you set the man free. Guess the wrong letter and you take the man’s life. But see in…
My Twin Sister
My Twin Sister By: Mikayla Gaoiran I have a twin sister It's us before misters. We always fight, but it's alright. She may be annoying, sometimes it can be enjoying. She also acts really weird losing her as a sister…
What Poetry is to Me
What Poetry is to Me by Sergio Muasau Poetry is like walking down a dark scary path but coming to a beautiful joyful end Poetry is like sailing through a grey stormy sea but landing on a majestic and…
My Sister and I
My Sister and I by Hilary Hickenbottom We sat watching City of Bones a movie I hated because she spoiled it but I stayed because I love her. The stench of her putting on acrylic nails made me sick,…
My Feelings About You
My Feelings About You by Taylor Fry You can be as delicious as my favorite chocolate, who then turns to a sour green apple. We play a simple game of basketball I try to teach you what is…
Daddy
Daddy by Savannah Hall That heartwarming moment early that morning. A joyous time of wonder and glory. So many uniforms in that crowd, But I finally managed to to pick you out. I've been dreaming about this…
Poetry To Me
POETRY TO ME by Desiree Cullom Poetry to me is hard Poetry can sometimes be a struggle To be able to write a poem You have to learn how to express Feelings Emotions Power But Poetry to me is a…
My Dog
My Dog by Jake Fergerstrom My family is great They fight in the night But the black furry protector breaks it up He barks at intruders and never gives up We all love him he's the best His…
Poetry is …
Poetry is ... by Chloe Poniatowski Poetry is a challenge to me Poetry is a curse to me It's like an evil witch Putting together a bunch of rhyming words Poetry reminds me of cursive I have to…
Basketball is My Home
Basketball is My Home by Alexander Tran You know it’s home when you hear the squeaky shoes the screaming players the sweat hitting the floor that’s my home the best feeling is when you touch the fusion of…
Basketball
Basketball by Janus Gapusan A place to meet friends sweat dripping down my face jumping as high as I can feeling like a superhero flying with a cape it’s called a team sport and played on a court The…
Sky Lactaoen’s Poem
NEW ZEALAND By: Sky Lactaoen From sandy beaches to rugged wild coastlines Is where the rubbing of noses is a simple hand shake This is where never ending green hills roll For I wish to be…