Kohala Is The Place To Be
Kohala The Place To Be By: Shania Fuertes Kohala Is the place I call home, Kohala is a small town Where the children can play and run all around Most of us are from Hawaiian Rootz, grounded in our way…
Poetry is…
Poetry is... By Joseph Jimenez Poetry is like a child, no telling what it can do or how it will affect you Poetry is a light that burns in the night of the cold dark allies Poetry is a video…
The Place I Belong
The Place I Belong by Joselynn Medeiros the lovely smell of gardenias in the morning waking up next to the person i love i kiss him as i roll off of my bed as i stand outside on the…
Apple vs. Pineapple
Apple vs Pineapple by -A I look up surrounded by tall buildings flashing with busy ads buy this you have to fit in the crowds move as one dressed in all black few stop to smile or wave back…
Poetry Is…
Poetry is... by Alia Loder Poetry is a way to cool off Poetry is a way to release and relax Poetry is a way to know what you care about Poetry is a way to express yourself Poetry is…
My Idol
My Idol by Keauhou Kaholoa'a-Aguilar The person who is an idol crazy,but got my back when I break something he takes the blame loving, but irritating no one can change that he does mostly anything I ask smart, but…
What Are Brothers For?
What Are Brothers for? by Jasmine Hook What are brothers for? Finding all their clothes on the floor Building forts, having their support Is that what brothers are for? Fighting, biting, lying Is that what brothers are for? Opening and slamming doors…
Ignorant Bliss
Ignorant Bliss by Sydney Cochran you're looking at her, but you don’t see her. your vision obscured by her mural that keeps you reassured she has a blanket around her head but it doesn’t keep the bad thoughts out. Instead, it…
California
California by Jazz Francisco I fly there every year Looking at the bright yellow sun in the blue sky Waiting to land Hours after hours I finally land in a beautiful area People walking Cars passing I can feel the…
Football Field
Football Field By Isaiah Lorenzo We go to the park early in the morning The sun is still rising The sky is pink, orange, and yellow It smells like chili and hot dogs from the concession Sounds like everyone's pumped…
Poetry is….
Poetry is… by Sierra Shaw Poetry is a paper plane you never know where it's gonna go but you know it's going somewhere. Poetry is a warm jacket on a frosty December day, you never wanna leave it behind…
Calm ʻĀina
Calm ʻĀina by Kaycee Oandasan No chatter on the beach Nobody on the shore Only people catching waves As if the waves were parties themselves There are no clouds blocking the sun There are no rocks just sand EVERYWHERE There is…
Soccer is life.
Soccer is Life by Mani Life. Soccer is my life. You have yours I have mine. Blood sweat and the rare occasion of a tear , I lay it all on the field to win, Failure is not an option. it's…
Sydney
Sydney by Mya Finau She pours me breakfast cereal at 12:01 AM. Sitting on her counter, I begin to vent. She nods as she listens to everything I have to say. I refuse to go home tonight “Go ask your…
This Land is My Land, Not Just Yours
This Land is My Land, Not just Yours. by Sadey Alip Stand my ground as the wind pushes against me. I can feel its bitter cold seep into my bones. Chilling me from my head to my soul. Jotting me…
Pastel Feelings
Pastel Feelings by Daejha Rivera I Walked out onto my front porch, gleaming into the distance. The pastel colored skies reminded me of a hazy,warm flashback. Dampened leaves that have fallen from the trade winds. My mind, suddenly wanders…
What is Poetry…
What is poetry... by Duncan Anderson Poetry is the bleak snow on a cold arctic day Poetry is a still mountain that could never be moved Poetry is nature, the exotic and beautiful Poetry is a lazy summer day when…
Life’s a Beach
Life's a Beach by Faith Knappe salty air, sandy hair, the endless summer take me there, sand between my toes, waves that flow and go, my bathing suit leaving tan marks in the sun, it is may the time…
My Heart’s Sink
My Heart's Sink By Mya Bartsch left behind to feed myself floating down a path of bad health lost and confused on how they could choose an addiction over their own creation crying every night thinking about my childhood Red…
Blade of Grass
Blade of Grass by Jaime Cedillos What am I ? I am grass, that is what I am. Day in, I see sunrises. Day out, I see sunsets. There are days that I am Wet. There are days that I…