Roots
Roots by Eva Roman He was like the roots of our family tree, and once the roots got pulled out the tree just died. the branches danced and smiled together as the wind blew threw them. The roots so…
People Next Door
People Next Door By: Luis Macias Freezing like the cold wind. happy as a baby smile. My neighbors change their moods as they decided. Should I talk to them? I wonder as a a student answer a test question. Should…
Big Brother
Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details or sensitive subject matter. Big Brother By: Francisco Mojica Big Brother Stands for a mature person, a person that's gone through shit a Gangbanger, Fought…
They say we die twice
Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details or sensitive subject matter. They Say We Die Twice by: Anonymous They say we die twice once our actual death when i return to…
A new beginning
A New Beginning By: Ivette Villatoro She's loud like the siren, sweet as a cotton candy and has blue bright color eyes just like the sky. She reminds me of a red rose just to look how beautiful she is.…
Just Like The Movies
Just Like The Movies By Melissa Crepps Growing up movies taught me that love was perfect No harm, No fights You'll always be happy When is it just like the movies We're so happy What a cinderella story my…
Name I’ll Never Mention
Name I'll Never Mention by Marcela M. I thought our relationship would be forever, me and you always together. But then you left me in tears, tears in my eyes, my mind full of our friendship. Now I'm sitting here…
Title: My
Title: My By: Ruby Molina His hands hard as a rock showing how hard he's worked to give his family a better life His eyes reflecting like a mirror how lonely and tired he feels.
Home Isn’t Home
Home Isn't Home By: Eduardo Martinez Every day Every single day not wanting to go home Not wanting to go home, because it feels dark, sad, scary, you feel fear as you walk home . Every day its hard ,…
Let Go
Let Go By:Jailine Isita You were my first real love my first real everything I never imagined finding someone like you someone who became important all at once Someone who came into my life when I was at my lowest …
The Complection Of The Simple Things
The complection of the simple things. By: Serjio Serrano I. I. I. So simple. The letter of a great meaning yet the letter of an intervention only mastered by one of it's own self. I am not.…
Day Dreaming
Day Dreaming by: Adam Solis While the teacher talks my mind go off School is always a place to day dream Boring teachers give me day dreams like a movie in my head Food,Places,What to do is what i think…
Home…
Home.... By: Luis Macias Home... home is where you can feel comfortable, home is not the empty spot where you live that blue and gray place you call "home", that smell of turkey in the kitchen, that's not home. Home...…
The Hard Working Man
The Hard Working Man By: Ruby Molina His wrinkled scarred face shows All the work and effort he has put to have a better life His rough hands show All the struggles he's gone through in life His brown…
Where I Live
Where I Live by Destiny Torres Bang, Bang every night outside my house. …
The Library
by D.M. I am not myself anymore, just a book filled with horror stories, tucked away deep in the library, and only I know its contents. I want to burn the library to the ground Starting with the book.
Proof
by Anonymous My inspiration... a sister with many mistakes. Teen pregnancy, a lost baby, world went upside down, changed life around. Her struggles show me what "being strong" means. Only 21, yet knows more than most. I've hurt her…
Shoes
by Henry M. Fresh out of the box, new shoe smell. One worry only. Are my shoes creased? New J's, new Adidas, nice kicks, posting pics. I have 99 worries and one of them is my shoes…
The River
by Ronald M. NOTE: This poem was written in memory of T.A., a senior at our school who passed away in March. May he rest in peace. He swam across the river with all his strength The river…
En Tu Mente
by Gerson G. When I was young, I believed in everything, from Frankenstein to God, from Creepypastas to the Bogeyman. As I grew older, I stored these thoughts in the vault; as they came and went, I forgot and…