My City
My City by DeMareis Riley My city is mean All you hear are girls screaming Kids are skipping school If you like school you are a fool This city kills and steal Come on people get real…
Walking in the Hood
Walking In The Hood by Nashawn Longmire I walked Down The Street And It Smelt Like Dirty Feet I tried To Withstand It, But It Looked Like Defeat A Man Detained Me At The Door Looking Like a Dirty…
Mr. Linsey Poem
Mr. Linsey Poem by JaMar Jenkins-Pettway My neighbor Mr.Linsey is a really old man He goes to the store in the summer to buy something for me and my friends He is like summer on my block, He…
My Friends
My Friends by Jaeda Cabunoc My friends are funny, they catch a lot of chubby bunnies My friends are nice, thank christ My friends think their cool, but really they’re a tool My friends are smart, but they ride in…
Everyday I Think About…
Everyday I Think About... By Serafin Rosete Everyday I Think About... Poor, helpless and even those people in prison. Everyday I Think About... My Family, like how my mom and dad when they are sick they go to work tired…
Kids
Kids by Solymar Lopez kids are playing here, kids are playing there, kids are playing everywhere happiness, joy and joy are children, you hear cheers kids are on slides, monkey bars, and more. the teens just sit and watch the…
Dream Boy
Dream Boy by Mae Anne Cortez Cocky and arrogant, Cool and mysterious, He’s my dream boy Hair like a raven’s Wears black and green, never any other color A smile on his face as he passes by me…
Wild Children
"Wild Children" By: Denisha Allen The Screaming Wild Children Butterflies running in your Stomach like Red Ants Mother yelling down the road to their Delirious Children Dad's working on the Cat scratching car engine Grandma cooking up A thunder…
Me and My Best Friends
Me and My Best Friends By:Tyasheama Shipp Me and my best friends are like kool-aid and sugar, we're mixed together as a big pitcher of liquid. Me and my best friends are like peanut butter and jelly, we stick together…
The Dark
The Dark by: Eayonnica Owens She Sits Silently Like A Lady In Waiting In The DARK Until He Stumbles In Half Past 12 Breath Reeking Of "Sin" A Man Of The DARK Abuse, Neglect, Depression The Story Of Their "Relationship"…
Real
"Real" by: Jermyron Rice Be careful who you associate with Because when they begin to talk about Other people, rumors begin to go around. You better believe me these people around Here are no good at all. People are as…
Don’t Love These Boys
Don't Love these Boys By: Mikayla Ratliff I tell my friends not to love these boys. Boys hurt you when you love them. They have other girlfriends when you supposed to be their one and only. So y'all please don't love…
One Neighborhood
One Neighborhood by Cassedi Murakami Uneven roads Birds, dogs, cats nothing is there An eerie feeling No one will come out The uneven roads deserted Not one soul in sight All the trees are dead There is…
The Neighborhood
The Neighborhood by Carlos Bulan The streets in my neighborhood are like no other But there’s one catch In Hawaii we don’t live in grass huts that quivers and rutters Nor do we frolic in grass skirts… why bother So…
Tyra
Tyra by Dasia Burr Tyra, lives three houses down she is pretty much a sister we see each other everyday Tyra, there is something different about her she’s deaf but I treat her no different Tyra, she’s always…
The Girl with the Boy Hair
The Girl with the Boy Hair by Charlize Celebre There is this girl who hates herself It’s mostly because of her gender Her hair is like rapunzels But her face isn’t really pure beauty She wants to be like Michael…
The Unknown Neighborhood
The Unknown Neighborhood by Keani Calimpong My neighborhood is as mysterious as an unknown alley way But is friendly enough to make you stay My neighbors are unknown as far as my information goes My neighbors are busy bees One…
The Little Green House Across the Street
The Little Green House Across the Streey by Shannon De Rego The little green house across the street. The big tree with mangoes on the ground rotting with a million flies on top the ripped and rotting spot of the…
The Man on Thursday
The Man on Thursday by Maile Morrell When I was little, I would play outside with my friends. Every Thursday, I would see a man. He would walk down the street, and back. He was an old man.…
A Town Called Thoreau
In a town named thoreau there was a man from Peru,and he became a hobo,he was laying in the streets relying on his dog to find food. He got a lottery ticket his ole friend mike told…