The Dark Side Of Poetry
The Dark Side of Poetry By Wyatt Dean Poetry is having to do chores Poetry is doing stuff when you’re sick Poetry is going to school And working and learning stuff all day. Poetry is NOT hanging out with…
The Dark Side of Poetry By Wyatt Dean Poetry is having to do chores Poetry is doing stuff when you’re sick Poetry is going to school And working and learning stuff all day. Poetry is NOT hanging out with…
Poetry is... by: Yong Him Poetry is like a burnt cookie in the oven, It is homework, Poetry is the vegetable your mom forces you to eat. Poetry is when you pour cereal and not have any milk, It…
I'm From... by Gabriella Aviles I am from palm tree's and pink cherry blossoms from coconut milk. I am the place where the water greets the sand with a hug and then flows back to where it came from. It's…
My Dear Brother By Jazmin Curley One night I had a dream. All my tears were flowing downstream. Beside me, stood you. When I woke up, I didn’t know what to do. All I could think of was you. …
Dear Grandpa by Robin Ribac Dear Grandpa, I never knew you well, but you always had a smile on your face. Even if I was never your favorite, I want you to know that you are missed. Dear…
True Beauty and Confidence by Chaz-Lynn Nakamura Be confident. Learning to love yourself. Beauty. Beauty shall not be seen through the eyes but the heart. A beautiful face can destroy an ugly heart. Beauty doesn’t matter about your outer appearance.…
Fallen but Not Forgotten by Mara Galeai This man was so smart, so kind Never leaving one of his four children behind Words flowing out his mouth, he was so wise He said nothing anyone would despise With his daughters…
Poetry is... By Braeden Mattos Poetry is the comfort and warmth in the lonely and dark moments Poetry is something different like unicorn riding a monkey like a unicorn riding a monkey Poetry leaves you falling down a bottomless pit…
A Cruel Friend by Caitlin Ebia Friends come and go even true ones too You might think they will be there forever but sooner or later they’ll go They use you, hit you even call you names but…
My Happy Place! by Kaya Lopez The shivering in your body that you feel when you step out the door, The chapped lips and the cozy blankets, The cozy fireplace that keeps you warm, Oh so cozy at night. The…
The Girl That Tried by Chloe Nicole Valencia The girl that's scared of showing of showing who she really is during class she never makes a fizz Frightened by other girls talking about her she wishing she could fly away…
My Favorite Place by Jace Hamidou It’s always a warm day With so much adventure and fun The best part is the pool That keeps you cool from the sun There are several activities you can do That…
Poetry Is... by Bryant B. Wolf Poetry is confusing, but it can also be interesting. Poetry can leave you in a state of sorrow, but it can also leave you glowing. Poetry leaves you excited about something, it can even…
Just for Me by Sydney M. Rezentes I'm not here to please you im here to please me I don't awake for you I awake for me. I never fall asleep to the thought of you. I…
Summertime days by: Isis Nagel Smiles bring joy as kids play with toys honking and screeching people teaching neighbors noisy as a zoo while playing games every time we lose Babies being pushed all around while we sit on…
Brother, Brother by Kalani Herrera Brother, Brother We joke all around Mother, Mother Such act is profound Played, sang, danced Our laughter tranced From Day to Night We have no fright Because everything is alright Soon you go to college…
Voggy Air by Faith Mafua The voogy air, makes my head spin Its horrible without the cooling skies we once had I see no people walking the streets that roam the village Clear skies, that's all I…
My Grandma by Kainoa Ignacio She always made delicious meals So good, I could eat for days I’d always stand by her heels Until I was off in a haze She’d put me off to bed And wake…
My Real Self By: Zariah Lamar Yes I may struggle although I try and work my best To do the best Nothing will get into my Way and bother Me to make Me feel like to Give up …
My Place by Monroe Eerebout I woke up in a featureless landscape, on our way to home in a car with my mother. I looked through the window and saw fields of wheat, and watched them flow like waves…