I Am
I Am By Brenda Olvera I am kind and determined I wonder if I’m every going to make a change in the world I hear people saying that I’m very important I see myself running from all responsibility…
The Red Flower Blooms
The Red Flower Blooms By Pedro Naranjo The red flower blooms With a fragrance sweet and soft Unfolding slowly Like the hands of a new born And the first blush of love’s smile
This Is The Time
This Is The Time By April Holguin This is the time you’re a baby This is the time you take your first step This is the time you learn how to make your own hair This is the…
Who Am I?
Who am I? By Elaine Saenz Who am I? I truly don’t know. So far I’m an 8th grader trying to go the right path way in life to succeed. Will I? I don’t know, yet I…
God
God By Michael Escalante You are my Savior You are my Lord You have helped me You have freed me You made me in your image You love me even though I don’t deserve that love You protect…
Alone, by Myself in the Darkness…
I don't know what made you go, But I wish you would've stayed, we would've had more unforgettable memories, You were my light, that lit my way through the darkness, But without you, I'm all alone, Getting lost, When I…
love is…..
love is... by Joshua McDonald Love is the painful thorns On a dark red rose Love is the shinning diamonds Inside your heart Love is the laughter that Comes and goes Inside of You Love is the sparkling stars in…
My Place
I love the place where i live... The place where I live is pinedale... I live around pinetrees... It's quiet at night... In the morning is beautiful... The birds singing and flying around... In the woods it's quiet like reading…
New York
My place is fantastic. Is a place of many lights that shine at night. So many tall towers. A beautiful sunset, sunrise above the ocean. The taste of a S P A R K L E D O N U…
Your My Remedy, But Poetry Is My Savior
You're My Remedy, But Poetry Is My Savior By:Nina Triplett To me poetry is my escape to freedom when I have become a slave to reality, When I have fallen into a trap of cruelty, Poetry is my world that…
Poetry Is
By K. S. Poetry is standing face to face with a bear. Poetry is watching a sunset go down on a warm day. Poetry is. Poetry is going to sleep in a warm bed. Poetry is going for a morning…
Are We Really Alone
Are We Really Alone∗ By: ℜebekah G. I get to walk up hills and; through trees that grow tall! I feel so calm. Look out and all I see are trees; I am not alone my mind would say The…
Valentina
By Valentina Delgarito I come from everyday, from Colgate and Johnson and Johnson(the baby shampoo). I am from the large,open space,and cold. I am from getting yogurt and being crazy,from Bruce and Nina. From "you can do anything you want…
My Home Used To Be…….
My home used to be nice and dandy happy and excited clean and pretty You used to see friends shaking hands saying how do you do but really their saying i love you You can hear birds singing in tall…
My Home
Leaves come with wind A white catholic church Blocking warm rays of heat A home with a cooling system For days like this Bamboo as corn Ketchup as Fake blood Four boys and four girls playing like we're all five…
Arrow in the woods
Arrow in the Woods By Hixson Hudson I found an arrow head in the woods but it look cool but there was not a stool I found it I pie town but I lie it was close to datial and…
FRIENDS
A knock at the door and its opens then shows all the people who knows me and trust me. I don't care about their color, I tell them that I like what they like and try not to hurt them.…
My Bestie
She always makes my day She makes me laugh when times are dark like a day turning in a dark sky and doors locking for safety She helps when times are tough with friends and family Shes my bestie at…
Hate me or Love me!
Hate me Or , love me. Its always has been, Hate my game, my swagger. Hate my fadeaway, My hunger. Hate that im a better basketball player than you. Hate that! Hate that, i might not be the best but…
How Poems Feel To Me
Poetry is a rose that is given to you on Valentine's Day, Poetry is your first basketball going through a hoop. Poetry is warm blanket that covers you, Poetry is a very soft pillow that you sleep with. Poetry is…