My Home
My Home by Ajaya Clarke My favorite place is My Home. It will Always smell delicious like the scented candles. My favorite place is My Home. It gives me everything I need, At the same time it comforts…
Band Room
Band Room by Arismel Cruz Once I set foot in that band room, it’s all about Business. Once I get my Baritone out of the room where all the instruments are held, it’s all about Business. Once I sit…
Dreams
Dreams by Jelaine Hands A place where I escape from sin A place where it begin… Gray skies are blue Where skittles are food from the sky, Where blacks are free Where I’m not treated like a caged animal,…
Chicago
Chicago by Tiffany Miller Chicago. Chicago is a dangerous place where you have to look back every day Praying to live another day to be alive the next day. Chicago. Where homeless people on the street Asking for the…
A Place I’ve Been
A Place I've Been by Zahra Aljaberi I went to an amazing place to have fun with the people I love. Stores, malls all kinds of people here People there people everywhere Went to a place So many sweets…
Spaced Out
Spaced Out by Samantha Castrejon Stroll down seeing pitch dark and frosted white standing in the center you’ll see a queen bed and tall Mirror, memories on the wall Different spices of cinnamon, aroma the whole room …
A Place Called Home
A Place Called Home by Angel Smith I know a place called America That’s home for the free and a beautiful sight to see A place where immigrants seek freedom And a place to feel welcome A place called…
Where I’m From
Where I'm From by Luis Roldan I’m from where you see palm trees at every corner. I’m from where you see everyone wearing Heat Jerseys. I’m from where the schools are number 1 in the state for fighting. I’m from…
My Home
My Home by Zackary Green My parents might not be the wealthiest, but I’ve never gone to bed hungry. My parents might not be the richest, but I’ve always had nice and clean clothes on my back. My parents might…
Mysterious Person
Mysterious Person By Shirley Sanchez A person always mysteriously walking to the same location almost like being a spy They interrogate people like a little kid with so many questions He's almost like a vampire: in by day, out…
No Sun
No Sun...... by Ocean Van Zandt No Sun to shine among the hanging clothes No bees to pollinate the lifeless flowers Not even the chirps of birds or barks of dogs Only the rustling of trees being blown in…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
Kawaihae
Hawaiian Homes, Kawaihae By: Azariah Javillonar It all starts as you go up the red hill at the intersection at Akoni Pule Highway and Kalo’olo’o Drive. The Pacific Ocean is virtually my front yard. The fragrance of the salty mist is…
Kohala
Kohala, My Home by Elijah Johnson You stand and gaze upon Kohala The beautiful landscape filled with deep valleys full of roaring waterfalls the bright green hills filled with extraordinary life with colorful red and yellow flowers abundantly blooming swaying…